Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-06-01

/ quired of Mrs. Dangerfield the next day.
Il can't make it out at all, il is so con-
| Trajectory. She strikes me as having
much cultivation and much spirit. Her
appearance, too, is very nice, Yet her
| parents are little burghers. That is easily
seem"
sob, social position" Mrs. Dangerfeld
! exclaimed, nOdding two or three times
! rather portentiOusly. 'EWhat big
! expressions you use. Do you think
| everybody in the world has social posi-
ton? That is reserved for an infinitely
| small minority of mankind. You can't
have social position at Utica any more
than you can have an opera box. Pan
! dora hasn't got any; where should she
have found it? Poor girl, it isn't fair of
| you to ask such questions as that"
''Well," said VOgelstein, ''if she is OF
| the lower class, that seems to be very
very and he paused moment, as he
often paused in speaking English, looking
! for his word.
Every what? Count Vogelstein."
! every ignifcant-Very representa-
tive"
sob, dear, she isn't of the lower class"
Mrs. Dangerfield murmured helplessly.
! 'What is she, thenw
! "Well, Pm bound to admit that since l
was at home last she is a novelty. A girl
like that, with such people; it's new
type"
81 like novelties" said Count Yogel-
| stein, smiling with an air of considerable
resolution. He could not, however, be
satisfied with an explanation that only
| begged the question: and when they dis
! embarked in New York he felt, even amid
/ the confusion of the wharf and the heaps
! of diselnbOweled baggage, a certain
! acuteness of regret at the idea that Pan
! dora and her family were about to vanish
! into the unknown. He had a consolation,
! however; it was apparent that tor some
! reason or Other-Illness or absence from
! tOwn-the gentleman to whom she had
written had not, as she said, come down.
! VOgelstein was glad-he couldn't have
| told you why-that this sympathetic per-
son had failed her; even though
without him Pandora had to en-
gage single handed with the Unit
ed States Custom House. Vogelstein's
first impression of the western world was
received on the landing place of the Ger
man steamers at Jersey City-a huge
wooden shed; covering a wooden wharf
which resounded under the feet, palisaded
with rOugh-hewn, slanting piles, and be-
strewn with masses Of heterogeneous
luggage. At one end, toward the town,
was a row of tall, painted palings, behind
which he could distinguish "A press of
hackney cOachmen, brandishlng their
whips and awaiting their victims, while
their voices rose, incessant, with a sharp,
strange sound, at once fierce and familiar.
The whole place, behind the fence, APP
peared to bristie and resOuDd. Out there
was America, VOgelstein said to himself,
and he looked toward it with a sense that
he ought to muster resolution. On the
wharf people were rushing about amid
their trunks, pulling their things together,
trying to unite their scattered parcels.
They were heated and angry, or else quite
beWildered and discouraged. The few
that had succeeded in collecting their
battered boxes had an air of flushed IN
difference to the efforts of their neIghbOrs,
not even looking at people with whom
they had been intimate on the steamer. A
detachment of the officers of the customs
was in attendance, and energetic passen-
gers were engaged in attempts TO drag
them toward their luggage or to drag
heavy pieces toward them. These func-
tionaries were gO0d-natured and taciturn,
except when occasionally they remarked
to passenger whose open trunk stared
up at them, implOring, that they were
afraid the voyage had been "kind of
dull" They had a friendly, leigurely,
speculative way ofpertorming their office,
and if they perceived a victims name
written on the portmanteau, they ad-
dressed him by it, in tone of old ac-
quaintance. VOgelstein found, however,
that if they were familiar they were not
indiscreet. He had heard that in America
all public functiOnarles were the same;
that there was not a different te1lue, as
they said in France, for different posi-
tiOnS, and he wondered whether at Wash
ingtOn the President and Ministers, whom
he expected to see, would be like that.
He was diverted from these SpeculatiOns
by the sight of Mr.. and Mrs. Day, who
were seated side by side upon a trunk,
encompassed, apparently, by the accumu-
latiOns of their tour. Their faces eX-
pressed more consciousness of surround
ing objects than he mad hitherto perceived,
| and there was an air of placid expansion
in the mysterious couple which
suggested that this consciousness was
agreeable. Mr.. and Mrs. Day, as they
would have said, were glad to get back.
At little distance, on the edge Of the
dock, NOgelStein remarked their son, who
| had found a place where, between the
sides of two big ships, he could see the
ferryboats pass; the large, pyramidal, low
laden ferryboats of American waters. He
| stood there, patient and considering, with
his small, neat foot on coil of rope, his
back to everything that had been disem-
barked, his neck elongated IN its polished
cylinder, while the fragrance of his big
cigar mingled with the odor of the TOtting
| piles, and his little sister, beside him,
uuS2Gu u ntiSG pOSb anu JllSu W see nON
far she could crane over the water with
out falling in. VOgelstein's servant had
gone in pursuit of an examiner; he had
got his things together and was waiting
to be released, fully expecting that for
person of his Importance the ceremony
would be brief. Before it began he SAID a
word to young Mr.. Day, taking off his hat
! at the same time to the little girl, whom
he had not yet greeted, and who lodged
his salute by swinging herself boldly out
ward to the dangerous side of the pier.
! She was not much ''formed" yet, but she
was evidently as light as feather.
81 see you are kept waiting, like me. 1t
| is very tiresome," Mr.. VOgelstein said.
The young man answered without look
ing behind him. ''As soon as we begin
we shall 90 straight. My sister has
written to a gentleman to come down."
Il have looked for Miss Day to bid her
| goodbye" NOgelstein went on; 'but |
| don't see her."
81 guess she has gone to meet that
| gentleman; he's a great friend of hers"
81 guess he's her loverW the little girl
broke out. ''She was always writing to
HMM Europe"
Her brother pulled his cigar in silence
for a moment. ssThat was only for this.
PHI tell on you," he presently added.
But the younger Miss Day gave no heed
to his announcement; she addressed her.
self to Vogelstein. ''This is New York;
like it better than Utica"
Vogelstein had no time to reply, for his
servant had arrived with one of the ennis
saries OF the customs; but as he turned
away he wondered, in the light of the
child's preference, about the towns of the
interior. He was very well treated. The
officer who took him in hand, and who
had large straw hat and diamond
breastDin, was quite a man of the world,
and in reply to the formal declarations of
the Count only said, ''Wel, L guess it's
all right guess I'll just pass you"
And he distributed freely a dozen chalk
marks. The servant had unlocked and
unbuckled various pieces, and while he
was closing them the officer stood
there wiping his forehead and cOnvers-
ing with VOgelstein. 'First visit to
our country, sir?-quite alone-no ladies?
OF course the ladies are what we
are after" 1t was in this manner he
expressed himself, while the young d.
plOmatist wondered what he was waiting
for, and whether he ought to slip some
thing into his palm. But Vogelstein's Wis
itor left him only a moment in suspense;
he presently turned away, with the re-
mark, very quietly uttered, that he hoped
the Count would make quite
stay; upon which the young man saw
how wrong he should have been to offer
him a tip. 1t was simply the American
manner, and it was very amicabie, after
all Vogelstein's servant had secured a