The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-12-26

take her four squares down the street TO anOtheF
tea, to which he was not invited, and where she
met her mother and her brother, she remained
Tor quarter OF an hour. eddying about IN tha
whirlpool of humanity that flowed from the
drawngroom to the dinngroom and back again,
and then was driven home and at once dressed
to go out to dinner She arrived ten minutes
late and got look of reproof from her aunt.
Mrs. Schuylkill, who was giving her q little din-
ner and theater party.
Mr. Racket the man who took her in to dinner,
was not very entertaining Miss Beatrice thought
He would talk about the university football
team, the McRafferty silver prize fight which
he had paid $3.50 to and spent extra 800
in getting to the scenel, and the wonderful
power Of Mr.. Bassetts three year-old, the War.
bier, which colt. 1T appears Mr Racket had
backed to win what he called IA cool five hum
at Baltimore having. as he expressed il, Ito lay
three to one on to land It. On, mind you, Hiss
Soanso, three to one on.
Nor was the man on the other side much mora
agreeable, as. although he was clever hand at
table talk, he had been placed next a girl he
was at that time ''spooning for keeps" as Mr..
Racket tersely put it, and only now and then
vouchsafed to chat with his other neighbor.
However, Miss Beatrice, having not yet COM
pletey recovered from Mr.. Starchs overwheim-
ing compliment, was too pleased in thinking
that over to care much what went on around
her.
At the theater where the party arrived in the
middle of the act, greatly to the annoyance of
between Mr.. Racket and her cousin. Jack
Schuylkill. and the latter told her all about the
great things the City Troopers meant to do
at their ball in January and how il
was going to Guido any other ball
ever given in America since Christopher
Columbus entertained the then reigniug En-
peror of the West Indies And added her
cousin, as Q postscript more important than the
burden of his discourse, s'Tm seriously conteIn-
plating sending you a bunch of flowers on that
occasion If you're a good girl In the meantime"
Home again, Miss Beatrice kissed her mother
good night" declared she had had "a perfect
time" that the Wiggiusons latest effort in the
dress making way was lust lovely that the
luncheon had been lawfully NICE" that Mr..
Starch was "a perfect angel that both the teas
had been 1.-The incest she had been to- and that
she was to be called at 8, as Alice Newporter was
coming at 10 to drive her out TO a luncheon at
the Rabbit, which her father had gotten up for
two girls named-wel she couldn't remember
the names-from Boston, and with another kiss
she retired.
Tired out with the round of eayety through
which she had passed, Miss Beatrices head had
scarcely touched her pillow before she was fast
asleep; but even in her slumbers she entered
into the spirit of her new life as debutaute,
and dreamed all night of the opening season, Of
the flowers she would get, Of who would be at
tentive to her, of the men she would like and
the men she wouldn't, of the trials and successes
Of the plain Miss This and pretty Miss That, OF
dinners and luncheons suppers and balls, opera
boxes, proposals, dress makers, stacks Of invita-
tons as high as the public buildings, tons Of
sugar plums offered by battaions of broken
hearted juvenile sutors and score of other
things equally connected with the budding Of q
bud.
And 50 1t will go on, week in and week out,
until Ash Wednesday comes and Miss Beatrice
Rittenhouse Soanso leaves for Atlantic City to
recuperate.