New-York tribune., 1885-01-04

last interview with Tom had been heart DreaA,ns
1t was the old story tnat t.S Il ywade yusd me his full
confidence that night. wondered II c9, coaiI, "y =
ANYTHING. Perseus slew the Gorgon, but cona ,n.d
overthrow the pillar OF virtue rgJ ilisu were
as tendery respectful as any that hao o'0i o'-"
for living woman. - 90, A., u,ar,dcew " 7
counselled Tom Show her that the course OF Oh
conduct which she is pursuing makes ail aS ner
past piety and morality sham anu a. ,'"nIer
But show this with sell-cOntrol, always reinenpe.
ing that whatever she may be you are geh''c''''n
born and bred.' -, Ill 4o
Tom took my advice It's no use" & ne he sa,a smnar 20
me. three or four days later Kept my nt temper,
but she was hard rs rock. She regards her conuuce
from purely moral standpoint She says tna. ~ 10
her day as loving mShner rs,msd 20 to tell me that
she considered that BOBBY yonng man oi stainless
character and much intellectual promise, oooa
| ook Toms arm, and we walked tose,hcc S"JJu
many times up and down the large hall OF tlle
Metropolitan Club After we had finished talking
IOm had made up ~, mind. -.o. hou
That night the Chamberlaynes gave great oaii
in their fine new house near Central Park ~ Mas
mansion full of lovely alcoves ana ailurinS reiieu
little nooks llmanaged to ae1 Lillian lana anu ION made
sure that they had good hour together. saw the
Honorable Rodney Blantyre move about the draw
ing-roOms a good many times with Mrs. h0ldrluge'
august and imposing on his lank arm 1t was
great crush and they were looking for their lost
Lillian Once Mrs. Hodridge fixed her black, eyes
upon me. ! bowed to her with somewhat SKI skiiIui
bionding of suavity and innocence When the oc-
casion was propitons rustled blue satin curtain.
and Tom aud Lillian glided safely forth, the iatter
with pink spot in each cheek ana eyes iuii Oh
dewy sparkle. .,.
That was Wednesday night. On Friday morning
Lillian left her home and joined Tom and my self at
young Mrs. Paul MadisOns pretty basement house
in Twenty-third street We made very q,llot WEI Ta
dng-party, and very eXpeditious one. ino
whole thing was over IN ieSs uai an onp dark
clandestine deed, and returned again py aooue
o'clock that morning.
started for Mrs. Holdrdges house. IT had been
decided that L should break the awfnl tidings.
perfectly acquiescent don't thlhk lever
performed any task with more complete willing
Mrs. Holdridge was at home, and received me
smiingy. 81 come from your daughter; .n ! sara
and then without pausing more than an instant
told of Lilians marriage to Iom
She grew white as death while she heard me. 1
"Sasas B%t sers + s' dsagreeaCy in The paOr
meant merely rage. Her black eyes shot out
lambent fire. She rose aud regarded me for
minute or. two in silence. And then she poured
forth upon me q stream of wrathful invective. so
monstrously vulgar and unladyke that 1t nearly
took my breath away with sheer amazement.
will not write word that she SAID. There arc
women who dwell amid the worst surroundings OF
uneducated poverty who would have been ashamed
to show such rabd anger as this pious lady showed
then-Or to speak some. Of the sentences that she
ascorch was right thought. as I watched her
and listened to her.
When she sank back into her seat, quvering and
coorless. felt 1t my turn to rise.
"Yon wanted to make your lovely daughter marry
titled fool" said. in place of the good, worthy
fellow whom she has married III aided her and
HIM am not at all ashamed Of II. While all that
You have Just uttered is still fresh In my memory
shall write 1t down, and take pains TO acquaint
with the contents of my manuscript some OF tho
ladies whose children you once permitted to enter
vour very select Bible class. Good afternoon,
madam"
But never did anything Of the sort, and never
intended 10 do it. Mrs. Holdrdge stood In mortal
terror of mo for several weeks. J. could well see
whenever met. and finally. after having become
reconcied with her happy daughter she wrote me.
one day. letter full of contrltc and even suppl:
catory fervor. | answered the letter briefly and
coldly, but with O distinct assurance that my
threat wonld never be kept
She still has her believers. her supporters. hor
eulogists. One often sees her name on charitable
conmIttess-but always where the other names are
those of ladies whom everybody visits
Scorch was baleful;y gleesome over the elope-
ment Serves her right" he chucked to me at
the club. "Sho wanted TO get TO London,
you know, and swell II rs a connection of Lord
Dnndalk." -
" But all is not lost" said. She oan still
remain here aud bo "a pillar OF virtue"
"Yss. a brass one" said old Scorch. In his throat.
Copyright, 1855. by Edgar Fawcett,