Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-01-08

Inc persons she had referred to were .
scattered over the country at different
doubt of being able to rout them out and .
hustle them forth from their Businesses /
and present them to her distinguished .
guest as products of her own genius and /
executive ability. People who hated and /
abhorred her and cursed her name in de /
cent privacy would give up to her through
Il sort of incOmprehensible we lkness or u /
desire to meet her lion.
She ordered Nell to produce paper and
pencil and wrote down list of her most
important guests. Neither dignity, power
nor place appalled, her. People who had
barely exchanged half II dozen words with
her, people who knew of her only as
pragmatical dctatoral elderly female
who had spoiled some distant dinner par
ty and embittered the courses by sitting
next to them and haranguing them on the
subject of her own clearly defined opln-
ions-all went to swell the list.
81 shall 90 to see the Morscs and the
Denmans and the BlakrS and the Der
rings" she said said in II ringing, sonor-
Gus voice. You are never sure of them
unless you see them and impress yourself
upon them. 1t Is not agreeable not to be
able to depend upon people
There were occasions when She trusted
herself to no weak dallyng with notes,
/ but pursued her quarry to the earth and
| closed upall avenues of escape.
She was in fine form this morning, and
/ at no moment in finer form than when,
| having exhausted the subject of her party
| for the time being, she turned towards the
| window and observed the tennis players
| across the way.
"Who are those men playing tennis
| with the Beverly girls - She asked, set
ting her eyeglasses on the arch of her
| nose
"Mr John and Mr. William Hamilton"
nswered Mrs. Huntington decOrously.
] a pNrluinlpI
ton knew his father. His mother was
Il Tempest. His Aunt Arabella married
| William Vernon Dowlas. Fosdick Dow
las was Il great friend of nine. The
Dowlases were all remarkable. Il IS
rather strange that he he has not called
on me- They ought both to have called.
She turned and looked at Nell
"Do you know him :" she inquired.
"Not at all, =" said Nell.
REALLY Marta" said Mrs. Hunting Ion,
lit is not pleasant to repeat such things.
| but-but he is said to be not at all II nice
| young man.
Nonsense :" commented Mrs. Hunting
don, in clarion notes II knew his father
and the Dowlases were iweproachable.
| Fosdick finally married Jane llpWla ed
granddaughter of Ilallam l}cdcham.'
She went Off intoa pleasiuglY min pr.
detailed account of the LencalOges OF .r.
or twelve different families, diSllnGulS l',.
| either by their relationship TO john II ,u-
| ilton and his relationship to FOSdIckD ~
| las, or by their acquaintance with herself
| Mrs Huntingdon listened to 1t patiently.
| but Nell, finding it ditiicut to live her At
! tentiou to her work, laid her brush down
| and sought about for temporary enter
| tainment. She certainly had not thought
of watching the game of tennis and Mr..
John Hamilton busyng himself about
with 1.-THE leaps and dashe, after the
| flying balls but rs there WAS really moth
ing nearer to attract her she was guilty,
at first half uncOnSclouSlN, OF giving hun
her cOuntenance 50 far as to follow Ms
movements. 1t was MS movements she
followed more particularly because he
played so very well-even better han
Marion and Hester, who Werec hamplone,
in their way. Their movements were
robbed of some of their freedom and
grace by skirts and appcndages. MI.
Jack Hamilton, in blue flannel aud scarlet
cap had no appendages but magnificent
strength, Il superb swittnesS of motion,
and enviabe skill. He combined with
height and muscle II grace and alertness
which made him rather well worth look
ing at 1t was also evident that he en-
joyed his game and that the other play
ers shared his interest There was such
gay viEor in it that it was not long before
Nell found herself sharing 1t also, aud
being somewhat elHted 10y it ana II trltle
excited as the game progressed. Mrs.
Maria Iiuntingdon's mOuoiogue upon the
on relentlessly and Mrs. Huntington
submitted herself to it after the manner
OF good and graceful gentleWomen sore
pressed by II superior force. In her well
bred efforts to show proper degree OF
interest in the Fosdick DowaS and the
Miss Anne Starkweather, who married
Bolton BOwdoin's sister, she had almost
forgotten Nell.
Quite suddenly, however her attention
was drawn to her by slight sound.
Nothing less than a soft clap of hands
struck once together, in IL swift, uncon-
scious applause.
"Ah." exclaimed Nell chow we'll that
was done. How wcll he plays
"Ic?" said Mrs Huntington i'll her
turn.
"Mr. Hamilton, mamma" said Nell.
"Which Mr.. Hamilton, Nell :" Mrs.
Huntington inquired.
"Ah :" said Nell, with Il sudden faint
change in her voice, "Mr.-Mr John liam
iltOn, mamma" and she moved Il little
away from the window, with the color
rising to her checks.
She had Just realized in perturbation
and proper confusion that she had been
watching the wrong MI Hamilton, She
would probably have felt still greater
confusion if she had known that he had also
been watching her-that she had scarcely
once given her attention to the other
players without the boldly handsome eyes
turning themselves upon her and taking
in all the fairness the vine -draped win
dow framed. 1t might also, perhaps, be
confessed that an inOrdinate male vanity,
feeding itself furtively upon the fact that
such fairness dwelt with interest on its
efforts, redoubled them and made the
most of the opportunities afforded by
their display. The wrong Mr.. Hamilton
WAS but dust, and though he would not
have played indifferently under any cir
cumstantes, might have played trine
less we'll if he had not been basely con
scous of an audience. Such, indeed, is
man.
Whose is the place across the way"
he asked Marion Beverly in Il pause of
their play
Mrs. Huntingdon's" was the reply.
Nell Huntington is one of our intimate
friends. We used to play together across
the hedges when we were children. saw
her at the window few moments ago
Shels very pretty"
Huntington, exclaimed the small
! blonde Hamilton.
There's Don Huntingdon we met in
Paris. Any relation to him, | wonderY'
"Don! ~ cried Marion. DO you know
!