News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-03-27
A ROMANTIC STORY.
An Escapade In High Life In the City of New
York.

More Economically and startlingly than
in tableaus has one of our society beau
ties figured, says New York CORE
spondent. She has become the talk of
the fashionable part of the town, and as
her escapade was not disgracing to her /
may as we'll be first to print it. She had
fallen IN love with young gallant of the
hunting, gentleman-jockey kind.
The wooer was assiduous. Eventually
the head of the girls family intimated
to him that the household desired lit
tie time for rest and recreation. He was
compelled to cease his visits for the
time. The daughter thereupon con-
ceived the idea that the man whom she
adored was being abused. She wrote TO
him. He wrote to her. Result-one
evening, at half-past nine o'clock, the
beauty of the family went up stairs with
her mother and number of other ladies
from dinner party which was on in the
dining room. The ladies disposed them
selves as they usually do when waiting
for the men to come up stairs. While
the elder dozed and the girls gossiped,
the daughter stole quietly ND stairs to
her room. Half an hour later her maid
went down the servants staircase with
two large satchels, kissed the cook good
bye, stole out of the basement door, and
clambered with great excitement and
convuls1veness into cab which stood
hard by. Ten minutes later the front
door opened softly, and out stepped the
beauty, clad IN travelling dress and
carrying shawl. The man at the door
did not recognize her, but as she
emerged from the awning which led
from the front door to the sidewalk, an
old coachman who had formerly been in
the employ of her father, but was now
driving for somebody else, recognized
her. She stole up with theatrical craft
mess to the corner, sprang into the cab
where her maid was already sitting,
clasped both her maids hands and sat
there in abject terror while the cabman
drove them to Grand Central Depot.
There the lover, wearing a Newmarket
coat, tweed hat, a single glass, satch-
ell and big cigar, was nervously walk
ing up and down the sidewalk. The
cab stopped. He opened the door, as
sisted the girl to alight and, followed by
the maid, entered the waiting-room
They sought the most secluded corner.
sat down, and gradually grew pale The
Albany train would not leave for three
quarters of an hour. They became more
Meanwhile the ex-coachman,
having nothing to do, had wheeled his
way around and logged up the avenue
after the cab which held the mistress
and the maid. He saw the girl alight at
the depot, and recognized the man who
met her. He whipped up his horses and
went tearing down the avenue as though
going to a fire. When he got to the
house he called the footman to hold the
horse, dashed up the steps into the
house and down to the dining room,
where the master was telling one of his
stories.
81 say, sir, he gasped, "she's gone
and done it,"
'She has, Ell? Who is she, and what
did she do it for" asked the host, smil-
ing afably upon his guests, and giving
them to understand by a significant
wink that he was about to have some fun
with the coachman.
''Your daughter, sir. She's run off |
With the young gent that wears the Cog |
gle glass and rides at all the races"
rhereupon the father shot from his |
hair as though a perpendicular batter
ng ram had been sprung beneath him,
lew up stairs, stumbled into the car
iage, and arrived ten minutes later at |
he Grand Central Depot He walked
n briskly, took his daughters arm, paid
he maid on the spot, discharged her,
bundled his daughter into the cab,
'ulled the gentleman Jockeys nose, re-
urned to his dinner, and finished his
tory. So ends the romance of the rich
-oung girl.