New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-09-14


TYNE Of feminine beauty at once detected her
resemblance 20 her dead father She had his straight
| patric;an nose his delicate lips his finely mouIdeu
TEMPLES She was quite blonde. and wore her glossy
trcsscs banded in paits about her graceful sym
| mctrcal head She had an enchanting shlle' hoi
large soft blue eyes were full OF ntcilIenCo' NV
figure had true Greek curves in it's plant slender
ness Her dress was cG some black lacc-ko '""''.'
! aud she had knot of golden flowers at her o'',','
/ Her long supple. arlstocratic hahuS WIZ 49,
gloves OF a dark hue that reached high mp h'r ann
| whose perfect contour the flowing sleeve ,e''
/ o,narcnt | do not think il hvpcrholc to eau heI
,,,,olo And this WAS Horace DllowayS WHO
And had Just heard her address HIM ny tue c"''''-
ing name of " Horny"
We had a little conversation together o'ioi' F"'"E
into the dninE-room. | was positively da|'u Nv
what heard her say. 1t was almost exactly o'
this meaning. if lose the precise phrase
ayes. Mr. Manhattan, have heard my hnspahu
srcoK Of yon Dear Horny tells me about rcarly al
his club friends am sure that YOU make II very
pleasant for him, there at the Metropolitan. lie
enjoys il 50 lie tells me what charming ''l'' n'
has"
"Aud you Mrs DillowayT | then vcntured'
navc YOU rs charming times IA he
she smiled radiautly. for an instant She looked
like lovely picture by Crcu2c ~ she dld 30. "ph'
| manage to amusc myself she answered, with
sweet dcmurc confidence. al don't MUD when
Horny is away. because am sure that he IL having
pleasant time. And then have my books am
a great reader NV books, and the care oi my dear
children these occupy me quite thoroughly Wh'h-
ever my husband is away
"lloravc told me that you were fond OF books !
now said,
Immensely" returned Mira, pillowny. She
droopcd her soft cycs for moment, and then llliod
thcm liquid aud plcnminp ~ have been go inter
cstcd lately" she gently exclaimed, IN that voice OF
hers which was 30 exquisite for It's delicious modu-
hton and cadence, by work that You may not
yet have seen, 1t IL an attempted reint1tion oil
Herbert Spcnccr's philosophy She here named
the book and its author. :" The view taken sho
went on, is entirely from the standpoint oil the
German philosophers, Now, am intensely aVer'e
to the German philosophers. ! feel that tho
Baconian inductive theory is the only stable and
secure one | read German with a good deal OF
ease, and / can never bring myself to repose the
least faith in Kant IIceel or FIchte. They IRE all
such shadowy pcrsonagcs. Bacon, to my thinking,
rcfues them all. But this work. while 1t deals
very fairly with the Baconian theory, still ~
"Wcll! Both o you here yet! Why amt dinner
served H. hadn't you better ring and scc|
This interruption was made by Horace, who now
abruptly appeared. little later we all three passed
! into the dining room where dinner of excellent
quality was served us. with every desirable nicely
| of attendance. Mrs DillOway looked like young
! queen-and very pure and lovely onc-as she sat
there at the head of her husbands board. with her
curve of slim white throat and her classic profile
cleaning so fair and calm above her black-lacc
draperies ! should be almost afraid to speculate
upon what Horace looked like seated opposite this
| fragile and adorable creature His cocktail or
two" so candidly admitted not long ago, had en-
crmsoned his spacious and circular face. Seen Just
above an tpergae full of loose flowers and fern
SPRAYS the effect was pecullar it made me think Of
a sunset in the tropics.
"Wcll. Manhattan, spose You and my wife have
been havin' reg lar booly talk ell guess must
polish up my ltmturc If I'm goin to have rcadin'
chaps like YOU come round to dinner Before mar
rcd You. H. | used to read nearly every novel that
came out. Lcnmc see. there was one teller that
just took the cake with me George Elot-ycs,
that was the one. Didn't he writo The Woman IN
White and Foul Play r.
Mrs. Doway Immediately began, in her placid
voice. to set Horace right regarding these questions
Of authorship. She did so without a sign of annoy
ancc or embarrassment She seemed totally uncon-
scious that he was ridiculous or grotesquc. His
illitcratc manner (which really spIang less from
ignorance than from certain distinctly American
rccklcssncss of speech and dcportmcnO did not APP
pear 10 occasion her a quam. Now and then her
sweet eyes rested ON his mlamcd face which fresh
draughs of claret had not rendered by any means
palcr and thought there was something moro than
mere fonducss in her gaze.
"Portrcys the bg thing with you Il, amt if -
presently broke forth Horace. lie pronounced the
word poctryN os nearly like what have written
as po,sihlcJ "Look here, Manhattan, my wife can
string You on about half what the famous poets have
written from feuuyson to Byron. . oh lcrumc
see, lcnnyson came before Byron, didn't hc p
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