Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-04-01
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,aboV that ~ NO fresh
S.No, missy said Barhet resPectlahy,
but wonderingly; then her eye, too, fell
upon the condemned Marechal Mel.
--sl- left the rose, miss. because You had
It in your hand last night when you
came in, and there was bit OF water In
the vase where you put it so L thought
you would not wish 1t disturbed"
Did faint blush mantle that smooth
white brow, or was Il the wanton fire
light which filed the roomPl t4I' h"f
"Very well, Barker; 10 Is Of no further
value" i' irdl ai q 10 i9nu" iB'
And now the hair Is done and the
muslin gown is doffed for robe Of pale
India cashmere lined throughout with
quilted satin and trimmed from neck to
hem and at throat and wrists with cost
ly fur Then Barker hands bit of
embroidered cambric exhalinga a faint
spicy fragrance, and draws aside y
heavy portiere, through which, made
moiselle passes to a morning room ber
yond, beautiful, cozy apartment full
Of bric-a-brac and objects Of art, an open
upright piano in one corner, with q
banjo, the latest craze, tilting its flat
sphere against one leg A sea-coal fire
glows in the FURNISHED CRATE, tiger
skin rug sprawls before it, and a break
fast service of transparent china and
old silver is set out upon q claw-legged
mahogany table near the center of the
room. .t 10 sl. s#sf-tut .ff "
As mademoiselle enters, a beautiful
collie leaps forward, fawning against
her and thrusting his nose under her
caressing hand. His mistress pats him
a little absently and moves ON to the
table, where at her plate is piled the
morning mail. Letters, notes, cards of
invitation, one or two black-edged
funeral announcements, for death moves
in the best society, too-she looks them
all over without great eagerness, though
her eyes brighten when she opens one
to read that a prominent man of fashion
begs the honor of leading a coming
much-talked-of cotillon with ber, nor do
they dull when the next note informs
her that her presence is desired among
a small select party which an aristo-
cratic society matron Isl arranging to
take to her coantry-house for a-winterlsi
lark. She goes on through hersIlet
while servant brings the breakfast
fruit, chocolate, pair of reed birds,
with potatoes Ia creme, with an
omelette aux confitures. nti ii3V - ~
Mademoiselle eats with relish and
appetite, while the dog, on his launches
| by her side, his forefeet on the floor,
makes with his head in the air n long,
silky, inclined plane Of his back, which
ends effectively in a brush Of waving
fur, His eyes follow every movement Of
| the fair eater, but his dumb entreaty
gains him naught till the meal is done.
One letter of her many that morning
she has not, yet opened. She takes this,
now, and as she breaks the seal the
same feeting look which the dying rose
had evolved comes back. The note is
short, a half dozen lines: si ! ano ..,,.o.
Il found my orders awaiting me last
night. / leave tonight May ! call
late this afternoon to say good-byW ~
The letter drops from her hand. The
dog sees her cessation from writing and
comes over to her feet ia 4luu7 1ul
Eyes, Sultan" she says, stroking his
head, che may come to say good-by,
and then we will think no more of this
charming young officer with his small
pay and slow promotion, and his tempt
ing suggestion of frontier barracks life. !"
One more letter is quickly added to
the number waiting to be sent, then
mademoiselle hurries to her room,
where Barker already awaits her.
Twenty minutes later, perfectly
dressed in q costume of cloth and fur,
whose elegant simplicity equaled its ex-
travagant cost, gloved like a French-'
woman and shod like an English peer
ess, mademoiselle enters her carriage,
and the tall footman holding the door
bends to receive her initial order. '
She drives to her tailor where she
mounts a wooden horse to have new
habit adjusted, to the jewelers. to select
present for a fashionable wedding; at
a florists she orders a funeral piece sent
to society house Of mourning; she
leaves her carriage for five minutes at a
picture gallery to glance at a canvas.
which her world is discussing;,, she
shows herself at a business meeting of
a charitable organization of which she
is member long enough to say that
she will stand at the Russian table in
coming festival; she drives to the fur
rier's to'choose her sables, and to her
bootriaker's for consultation over bot.
tines a Id st. Petersburg, and she ,hurrfes
finally into the boudoiT Of her dearest
friend: iAiis g ~" ''i,5o 9,t' -9f8
""Jgst to hope, dear, that you are go-
ing down to Oakcliff with Mrs. L. on
the Dist. Mop So sorry. II And, oh,
Nell, will you kindly lend me that little
book on figures for the german your
brother sent out from Vienna last
month"; Mr.. R. and Iwant some noEel-
ties for the iWorthington ,ball." ap,t tsl
That is the last. +, she says TO herself
thankfully when she has kissed her
friend good-by, and ''Home,n is the
word the footman takes as he climbs to
the coachman's side.4,iN !yfit ilan s9fl.al
1t is, 2:80 when Barker is getting her
out of her outdoor wraps, and luncheon
is served, she is told, That meal oyer,
she must give. her maid ten minutes
confab over the. evenings dresses and
twenty more to criticise an arrangement
her dressmaker has sent for inspection. :;
Then o few moments to loll among the
cushions, Of her divan skimming the
chapters Of the last novel before another
toilet is in order. AT B. she. is again, in
the carriage in a sumptpous reception
dress, rolling to an, ttafternoon.N Two
arc down. ton her tablets, fora that day,
and by nice calculation she gets the
cream Of both before, shortly after s.,
she stands once more in her own hall
and learns from the servant NJ attend,
ance that gentleman Is waiting to be
received in the green parlor.