The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-01
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A STORY IN THREE PARTS, BY "oUIDA.'
P A r T I.

be shut up for month"; It is very stupid OF
her. and such wet season as it Is! They are
going to Coombe Bysset her aunt, Lady Caro-
lines place l fancy Romeo will soon be bored;
and don't think Coombe Bysset at all judicious
would have gone to Homburg, Deauville, or
Japan
From the Princess di San Zenone, Coonbe Bysset,
! Wits, to the Countess of Cowes, London.
Dearest Mother-I am too, too, too happy.
1t is no use writing about it would if l could,
but can't. He is delighted with Coombe, and
says the verdure is something wonderful We
got here just as the sun was setting. There
were all Aunt Carries school children out to
meet US, with baskets of roses. Piero said they
! looked like bigger roses themselves. He is en-
chanted with England 1t is very fine to-day; l
do so hope it won't rain but the glass is falling.
Forgive hurried word like this. l going
to take Piero on the lake. I know you haven't
liked it, DEAR but / am sure when you see how
happy 1 am you will say there was never anyone
like him on earth.
From the Countess of Cowes. Cowes House, London,
to the Duchess of Dunno Wavernake Worcester
shire.
mo, l confess do not approve Of the mar
/
afraid she won't be happy. She has always had
such very exalte ideas. She is not in the least
the girl of the period. OF course, she was taken
by his picturesque face and admirable manners.
His manners are really wonderful in these days
when our men have none at all, and he
has eharmingly caressing and defercntial ways
which win even me. l cannot wonder at her,
poor child, but am afraid; eandidly, am
afraid! He makes all our men look like plow-
| boys and it was all done in such tremendous
haste that she had no time to reason or reflect;
and don't think they have said two serious
words to each other If only it had been DEAR
good Hampshire, whom we have known ali our
lives, and whose lands march with ours. But that
was too good to be, suppose; and there was no
positive objection we could raise to San zenone;
we could not refuse his proposals because
he is too good looking, isn't an Englshman, and
has mother who is reputed maitresse femme
Gladys writes from Coombe as from the seventh
heaven. They have been married three days.!
But fear she will have trouble before her.
fear he is weak and unstable, and will not back
her up against his own people when she goes
amongst them; and though nowadays, a man
| and woman. once welded, see so little of each
other, Gladys is not quite Of the time in her
notions; she will take it all very seriously poor
| child. and expect the idyl to be prolonged over
| the honeymoon. And she is very English in
her tastes and has been so very little out of
England. However, every girl in London is
envying her; it is only her father and l
| who see these little black specks on the
fruit she has plucked. They are gone
| to Coombe, by her wish. l think it would
have been wiser not to subject an Italian to
9nch N an
utterly lonely country house. You know even
Englishmen, who can always find such refuge
and comfort in prize pigs and straw
yards. and unusually big mangolds, get
bored if they are in the country when there is
nothing to shoot; and Englishmen are used to
being drenched to the skin every time they
move out. He is not. Lord Cowes says love is
like cotton frock-very pretty as long as the
sun shines, but it wont stand a wettinc. wish
you had been here; Gladys looked quite lovely.
Cardinal Manning most kindly relented, and the
whole thing went off very well. OF the San
Zenone family, there was only present Don
Fabrizio the younger son, a very good-lookng
young man. The terrible duchess didn't come
on account, think. of her sulks She hates
the marriage on her side as much as we do on
ours. / am sure Really, one must believe lit
tie bit in fate do think that Gladys would
soon have resigned herself to accepting Hamp
shire, out of sheer fatigue at saying 'No-and
besides. she knew that We are SO fond of him.
and to live in the same county was such an at
traction; but this irresistible young Roman
must take it into his head that he wished to see
a London season, and W! en- once they had met
lit was one afternoon at Ranelagh) there no
more chance for our poor dear, good, stupid
neighbor. Well, we must hope for the BEST"
From the Prince Piero di San Zenone Coombe Bysset
to the Duchessa dell Aqua Fulya, Palazzo Fulva
Milano.
"Carissima mia-There are quantities of
nightngales in little green nests at this season.
tIfshf fvfp oln
anything so green as this paradise Of mine. 1t
is certainly paradise. If | feel little depayse
in it, it is only because have been such q SIN
ner No doubt it is only that. Paradise is
chilly; this is its only fanlt 1t is the 9th of
June, and we have fires. Fires in the dressing
rooms, fires in the drawing rooms, fires at both
| ends of the library. fires on both sides of the
| hall. fires everywhere; and with all of them
| shiver. cannot help shiverng and feel con-
WINGED that in my rapture l have mistaken the
month"; must be December 1t is all en-
chantngly pretty here; the whole place looks in
such perfect order that it might have been taken
out of a box last night. l have little the
sensation of being always at church. That, no
doubt is the effect of the first step towards
/ virtue that l have ever made. Pray
do not think that l am not perfectly happy.
should be more sensible of my happiness, no
| doubt if had not quite such feeling due to
the dampness Of the air. of having been put into
an aquarium like jelly-ish. But Gladys is
adorable in every way, and if she were not quite
so easily scared would be perfection. 1t was
that little air of hers, like that of some rresist.
! lille Alpine flower, which bewitched me- But
when one has got the Alpine flower. one cannot
! live forever on tina basta! was curious to
| know what northern woman was like know
now. She is exquisite. but little monotonous,
and little prudish. Certainly. she will never
compromise me; but, then, perhaps she will
never let me compromise myself, and that will
! be terrible! l am ungrateful all men are I'M
grateful; but, then, is it not little the womens
fault9 They do keep SO very close to one. Now,
an angel, you know becomes tiresome if one
never gets out of the shadow of Its wings-here
at Coombe Bysset, the angel fills the horizon"
From the Duchessa dell Aquila Fulva, Palazzo Fulva
! Mlano, to the Prince Piero di San Zenone Coombe
Bysset, Beds. England.
| caro- milo Pierino-Are you sure you have an
angell People have trick of always calling
very commonplace women angels. She is an
angel is polite way of saying she is bore.