The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-07-18
SCENES IN A SUMNER HOTEL.
The Line that Is Drawn Between the Re-
spectacle and Semi-Respectable Element.


spectacle and Semi-Resf ectable Element.
Long Branch Corresponds nee Philadelphia Press.
Let US walk down the corridor of a leading
hotel after dinner, while the band is playing.
and the ladies have taken possession of the sofas
and chairs to show themselves and their toilets.
There, in the full glare Of the light, you observe
a finely nodded stately blonde. Her hair in
deed, IS so Wondrous yellow that 1t looks like
fine threads of gold Her toilet is superb, and
the laceson her embroidered dress are of the
finest texture. Diamonds sparkle on her fingers
and in her hair and splendid necklace of gems
makes circle of flashing fire round her beautl-
full neck. She fans herself leisurely, surveying
procession of elegantly dressed women passing
slowly up and down She sits alone, and nobody
bows to her; but every eye casts upon her look
of admiration. She is the wife of a New y rk
gambler the owner of superbly furnished pal
ace of hazard in East Fifty ninth street.
Further on your glance is caught by the splen-
did attire of vulgar little woman whose pudgy
fingers must feel the weight of the big diamonds
which they bear. She has none of the we'll bred
graces of the woman with the golden hair Her
little eyes follow every form that passes, taking
note of every toilette her mind comparing it,
doubtless, with her own garsh and inharmoni-
Gus outfit She, too, is alone, and no one speaks
to her. Her husband is the owner of one of the
smaller club houses. The thousands that
have served to bedeck her ungraceful person
have come from the pockets of small merchants
and gddy clerks, whose love of lucre or adven-
ture leads them into Hateful bout with the
tiger.
Quite at the end of the corridor three showily
dressed youths chat with young woman OF rare
beauty Two of them are sons of a wealthy
New \ Ork banker; the third has an income of
twenty thousand year that was left him by his
late father an iron man whose name was known
throughout the United States. The woman is
charmingly dressed and quite simply. Her voice
is much better attuned than the voices of Ameri-
can women usually are, her air and carriage are
perfect, and there is that some thing In her style
which shows she has had training in deport-
meat In a school abroad. She chats and laughs
gaily and her quick replies show that she is
ceverer than any of the three eilded goslings
who are huttering around her. Now and again
other young men in the stream flowing past bow
to her, or step out to say word; but no women
recognize her IN any way. She is the wife OF
an accomplished and pushing young gambler,
man who is making his way by devoting to
that business the thought and energy that usu-
ally bring success Iii honest vocations He owns
one of the most elegant hells in New York and
is growing rich rapidly. No small part of his
prosperity is due to his beautiful and cultivated
wife She, they say is the brilliant beacon that
lures many gold-laden human bark upon the
rock bound coast where her husband is wrecker.
While the dangerous beauty is still chatting
with her suitors, a childs cry is heard and pres
emily, little thing. all erveloped in laces, comes
running and soboing down the corridor. She
throws herself violently into the arms of the
woman with the golden hair whom we first saw,
Wnlle neF BOSOM neafeS ana tears wei over from
her great blue eyes. Mamma. mamma she
cries, ''it's-it's happened again. And oh! l
don't see what have done, what have done"
What has happened again. my child!"
Il was in the parlor, and wanted to dance ever
so much, and just made up the set. But lady
came and took her little girl away. And
after awhile the little girl came back and said
that her mamma told her she must never play
with me. Then the other girls wouldn't play
with me either. And what have done, mamma,
and why is some one always telling me that she
is not allowed to play with met"
''Never mind Child. Play with with your
doll 1t won't object
There's the lady now who wouldn't let her
little girl play with me" cried the child, as a
splendidly dressed woman, leading girl by the
hand came by, land that's the little girl too"
The women exchanged chances as they passed.
No words could have said so much The chill
dren, too, eyed each other angrily for an in
slant.
Il hate YOU" cried one, Il hate you"
BAIL" returned the other. Gambler, gam
bier
Take Rosalie away said the woman with
golden hair to nurse who had come up. and
Rosalie'-in lower tones-'you must learn to
keep your temper Goodnight
The other mother and child of fashion had al
ready left the corridor and were out of sight.
The band in the parlor burst into melody and
the woman with the golden HAIR, her jewels
flashing with her every movement, again famed
herself leisurely.