The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-07-18
SOCIETY TALK.
Conversations Calculated to Make the Casual
Listener Very Tired.

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| The conversations of very young society peo
pie denote at times broad catholicity culture
| perfection of detail and profundty of thought
| that causes outsiders to stand off, that in hand,
| reverential, awe-Stricken and intent A society
| woman of some position was in o box at the
| Casino the other night with her laughter. After
the first act tall. willowy and pale young man,
with straw colored whiskers feeble eyes and a
| national reputation as an amateur tennis player,
| entered the box and said with great animation
| and glee
''Why, deah me! who expected to see you in
town."
''Why, Mr. Pommeroy- Smith, said both the
| ladies.
Then the mother turned back to the gentleman
| at her side while the daughter aid Mr.. z. IS
| ratified on
How odd" said she.
"Indeed / should say so. Thought you were
| in Newport, and here you are in new port, te-
| he, tu-huh, te-he."
"Oh, what shocking pun, te-he."
"Tuhuh.'
"Been away 'tall!'
"Orange, Munt Clair, Stem Islam an all that,
| you know"
ooh, indeed. How charmingp
''Done much tennisg
mo; 'v'youW
'Quite bit. So glad to see you heah in mid
"Yes. Had to come up to town to see about
the fire in our stable. So ridiculous, te-he'
''Too bad Very glad to have seen you again.
| Good by"
A shake of the hand, hilarious smiles, cor
dial nod from mamma, and Mr.. Pomeroy- Smith
| backs out of the box.
.sWhat clever fellow he is says the mother,
gazing after him fondly. II must ask him down
| to stay for week in August"
| Fancy spending whole week in the broiling
month of August with Mr.. Pommeroy- Smith.
and locked up in the same hoase with him az
that. think takes. I'll IA al, tnat be is con-
| siderably worse than the prematurely solemn
young man in society. for there is something
rather humorous in the owl-like gravity of the
latter. Last winter / sat opposite one of these
heavy youngsters at a dinner of sixteen plates
| He took rather vivacious young married woman
| in and sat beside her. with his smooth and COM
! placent face held high in the air, his eyes half
| closed, and the corners of his mouth drawn
down. There was an expression of severe reti-
| cence and overwhelming reserve about him. He
| was about twenty three years old.
| 81 see You very often at the opera and occa-
sionally at Dances Mr. Burke Jones" she began
"but you always come late and drift off before
one has a chance to nod to you.
sfThey bore me-"
| pause Then she continues
| II suppose you see so much of life that the
more modest and unspiced entertainments which
we women consider so exciting are dull to you"
Eyes"
| Another pause He chances with cold esteem
at the soup and permits himself to taste the
Snerry ne oysters pass In Slledc6 While a man
across the table talks to the vivacious young
married woman. She is exceedingly pretty aud
her black eyes snap with the gossip, chatter and
| lights. She turns twice and looks at the solemn
| face beside her. Then, evidently thinking she
has been stupid. she says with bright, little
| smile:
"of course you're going down to Jerome on
the opening day"
"Never do the races"
"Ah" [ suppose you go in more for college
ma inv o1x do fr,fA
There was such long wait after this that my
neighbor-a sister of the black-eyed talker-
suggested that should rescue the earnest little
worker across the way The solemn young man
evidently did not consider the last remark worth
a comment. She waited and then made another
dash. He wouldn't talk about the opera music,
the clubs races colleges athletics so she tried
him on. the theater No results. Then she asked
him what steamer he had last crossed in and he
said it was the Alaska.
''Ah, she's beauty said the determined con-
versationalist Then she went off into mon
nolgue and told charming little story about
love match which occurred on board that steamer
at least she said it was that one-when she
crossed in September. Still the pompous ninny
at her side said nothing But she would not
give him up without one more struggle with
what I've always claimed since stroke of
genius, she got him off the topic of London
tailors, and he spoke &C least twenty words be-
fore coming to halt. Then the hard working
| little lady glanced over at US with triumph
beaming from her eyes and we felt like applaud
ing her efforts But the dinner was over by
this time, and she did not try her skill with the
| reticent youth again.