The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-08


and all the rest of it. which is quite, quite gone
out People don't feel in that sort of way now
a.days Nobody cares much a sort Of good
humored liking is the utmost one sees.
But you were always such goose!
And now you must marry an
Italian, and expect it to all be balconies and
guitars and moonlight forever and ever. think
it quite natural he should want to get to Paris
You should never have taken him to Coombe. j
do remember the rose gardens, and the lime ave-
nues and the ruins; and I remember being sent
down there when had too strong a Alrtation
with Philip Rous, who was in F. o., and had
nothing year-you were baby then-and
remember that was bored to the very brink of
suicide; that have detested the smell of a lime
tree ever since. I can sympathize with the
Prince, if he longs to get away. There can't be
anything for him to do all day long. except
smoke The photo of him is wonderfully hand
some but can you live all your life, my dear, on
a profile2'
From the Princess di San zenone Coombe Bysset to,
the Lady Gwendoen, Chicester, st. Petersburg:
Because almost all Englishmen have snub-
noses, Englishwomen always think there is
something immoral and delusive about good
profile At all events, you will admit that the
latter is the more agreeable object of contempla-
ton. 1t still rains rains dreadfully. The
meadows are soaked, and they can't get the hay
in and we can't'get out Of the house Piero does
smoke and he does yawn. He has been looking
in the library for French novel, but there is
nothing except Mrs Cravens goody goody books
and boys tale by jules Verne. / am afraid
- h. a~,n
June, is not the place for a Roman who knows
his Paris by heart, and doesn't like the country
anywhere. We seem to do nothing but eat Iput
on an ulster, and high boots, and don't
mind the rain bit; but he screams when he
sees nae in an ulster. You have no more figure
in that thing than If you were a Bologna sau-
sage he says to Inc, and certainly uisters are
very ugly. But had q delicious fortnight with
the duchess in a driving tour at Westmeath. We
only took our listers with us, and it poured all
the time, and we stayed in bed in the little inns
while our things dried, and it was immense fun;
the duke drove us. But PieFo would not like
that sort of thing. He is like a cat about rain.
He likes to shut the house up early, and have
the gas lit, and forget that it is all slop and mist
outside. He declares that we have made a
mistake In the calendar, and that it is
November, not June. l change my gowns
three times day, just as if there were a
large house party, but feel look awfully mo-
notonous to him. / am afraid never was anus
y
chic and 'go;' who can make men laugh so at
rubbish. They seem to carry about with them
a sort of exhilarating ether. don't think they
are the best sort of women, but they do SO amuse
the men. / would give twenty years OF my life
if could amuse Piero. He adores me- but that
is another thing. That does not prevent him
shaking the barometer and yawning. He seems
happiest when he is talking Italian with his
servant, Tonello. Toniello is alleged TO play
billiards with him sonnet times. He is a very gay,
merry sauey, beautful-eyed Roman. He has
made all the maids in the house, and all the
farmers daughters round Combe in love with
him, and l told you how he had scandalized
one of the best tenants, Mr.. John Best
The Bedford ruSticS all VOW vengeance against
him, but he twangs his mandoline and sings
away at the top Of his voice, and doesn't care a
straw that the butler loathes him, the house
steward abhors him, the grooms would herse-
whip him if they dare, and the young farmers
audibly threaten to duck him in the pond.
Toniello is very fond of his MASTER but he does
not extend his allegiance to me- Do you re-
member Mrs. Stevens, Aunt Caroline's model
housekeeperl You should see her face when
she chances to hear Piero talking and laughing
with Tonieilo l think she believes that the
end of the world is come. Piero calls Toniello
'fglioio milo and caro- mio just as if they were
cousins or brothers. 1t appears this is the
o% saq fashion T h SS It i sr proud cur fasSon
However, / am glad the man is
there when I hear the click of the
billiard balls, and the splash of the raindrops on
the window panes. We have been here just three
weeks 'Dio, it seems three years. Piero said
when reminded him of lit this morning Fer
me- l don't know whether it is like single day
dream or a whole eternity. You know what |
mean. But wish-I wish-it seemed either the
days dream or the eternity OF paradise to him!
dareSay it is all my fault in coming to these
quiet. bay -windoweds Queen Anne rooms, and
the old-fashioned servants, and the dreamy look
out over the soaking hayfelds But the sun
does come outsometimes, and then the wet roses
smell so sweet, and the wet lime bios
SONS glisten in the light, and the larks
sing overhead, and the woods are so
geen and so fresh. Still, / don't think
he likes it even then; it is all too moist, too
windy, too dim for him. When l put a rose in
over him, and he said: 'Mais quel pays!-meme
une Aeur c'est une douche d'eau froider Last
month il [ had put dandelion in his coat he
would have sworn it had the odor of the magno-
liza and the beauty Of the orchid. 1t is just
twenty two days ago since we came here, and
the first four or five days he never cared whether
it rained not he only cared to lie at my feet,
really, literally. We were all in all to each
other, just like Cupid and Psyche And now
he will play billiards with Toniello to pass the
Is it my fault2 ! torment myself with thou
sand self accusations. Is it possible | can have
been tiresome, dull overexactingl Is it possible
he can be disappointed in meP
From the Lady Gwendolen Chinchester, St. Peters
burg to the Princess di San Zenone, Coombe
Bysset:
''No, it isn't your fault you dear little donkey;
it is only the natural sequence of things Men
are always like that when the woman loves
them; when she doesn't, they behave much better
My dear, this is just what is so annoying about
love; the mans is always going slower and slow
err towards a dead stop, as the woman's is coal
ing and getting steam up. I borrow papa s
/ m ia pbnn. Ia
truer 1t is a great pity, bat suppose the fault
| is Natures Entire nous, don't think Nature
ever contemplated marriage any more than she
did crinoettss, pearl powder or the electric light
There is no doubt that Nature intended to adjust
the thing on the butterfly and buttercup system:
| on the je reste, tn ten vas principle. And
| nothing would be easier or nicer,
| only there are children and poverty.
| SO the butterfly has to be pinned
down by the buttercup That is why the Com