New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-02-26

docs no break those butterflies Tho Boys begin to
SHOW thor healy wings" In this gcnIal atniosphor
| sad grow moro confidential. garnishing th>r com
ments with personal experiences to which ho listens,
politely tolerant, occasionally mhrmurng, with hand
some hoad thrown back to tho 0aicious IIonri. who
springs II electrified whom he meets tho lmpcrious,
Oiympian eye. Tho pendant chandelier-a core OF
host lisht-4umnates the Gods oose-clippcd fair
hair and casts satiny Iustre his bosrdike shirt
BOSOM broken by three tiny points Of silver. sur
| rounding glasses reflect his profile, finished with
| point Of blonde board and with his full eyelids re-
Hectively dropped. Dining ladies shoot sharp side
glances him as, with unctuous elaboration, he Tits
the basket OF his pint Of Darsac-the Boys are pede
Ing In lbatons Of champagne watches The sunny
stream slip into his glass, with faint chicklings In
| tho bottles narrow throat
| Tho Boys encouraged by the condoscendng friend
uncss Of this great man-tho disputed choice Of OLE
CANT hostesses the agile leader of germans, whose
yoace Is richer the feminine than tho horns OF
| Elnand softly blowing, whose prowcss In tho heroic
chase Of that latest novelty Of American fauna-the
snIse seed bag-s only equslled By his daring pursn
of that other Wild animal the greenback which coyy
Aces tho opportunities Of man-grow loudly talliatve
and recall occasions on which they did glorious action
| on the tented fields;
| GDo you remember tho night at Mrs. Montmorency's
when Peterson throw the oysters la poulette under
the table because he couldn't find = clean plate"
| "Haha! 1 should SMILE But will you over for
| gave with q crash right along the topf Mad' You
never saw q woman mad in your lifer
"Oh-but the day Jones fell In tho coal hole He
was Just going to bow tho Smith girls driving past
in great style, and he walked square into an open
| coal hole"
eyes; that was greati Wasn't hurt BIT Got
up walked upstairs went out, found crowd OF peo-
pie staring down the hole, Joined the crowd and sad
Say fellcrs, what's tho row aboutr"
To these marrowy "reminiscences tho God listens
| with a musng smile. With his eyes vacantly liked
on the spras Of bubbles rising in his neighbours cham
pagno-ga and clustering winking round the brim no
hears his companions talk knowingly of fast horses,
Germ IN operas, French wnos and other Injuries OF
high life and leaning back in his chair smiles ton
der smile In Tory Of his departed youth
But at ball the God IS really great His entrance
alone is impressive Standing in the doorway no
views tho fold-sowly, calmly TRANQUILITY There Is
none Of that cxubcrant enthusiasm about him which
his right and left exhibit without regret or
shame' He f. self possessed, mmOvable; they stand
for ono moment gazing round smiling tho air like tho
stag the horn Of the chase, thcn through break
in the crowd catching glimpse Of tho beloved ones
sylphllke back, plunge into the melee, elbowng tho
throng treading skirts, lacerang toes, mutilatDg
fans breasng the waves Of gaze and broadcloth with
eyes fixed those dcar, pcarly shoulders finally ar
irving, breathless, melting smiling and gaSping with
exhausted Joy,
ooh, hero you arel-
Tho God never does this. He arrives late and
stands in the doorway surveying tho gttering throng
The girls paradlng with their partners dodge their
pretty heads forward to claim his grave, impressive
bow, then glance backward over their partners Shout
der to accentuate the greeting with soft and doll
cato smile and fash Of rounded eyes, which says
thousand tender, factoring things. But the Cod Is
adamant lie does not fly for dance he dcllbcratos
All yes there Is Tlllc tbere' he says to him
self as tho crowd separates and Tihe Is discovered
sitting on canebotOmod chair, such as are rented
for balls lectures and funerals, dlscoursng over tho
top of her fan a rosy youth. But Tillle Will keep
Then Mrs Marabout waggles past, very pink and
fluffy and squeezed about tho feet, her partner agta
ing a fan of white feathers which makes her crlmped
bang rise and fall like beating heart, and causes
Mrs Marabout be somewhat distant In hei remarks
She eroets tho God efusvcy, her head inclined her
hand extended hor partners walstcoat, her
best smile on and with all her little waggsh tricks
to aid her
The God, az he presses tine pudgy hand, murmurs
God should:
SO charmed you're hero Awfully afraid you
wouldn't be able to come! Is your cold beitcr?'
with a sollcitous glance. Put never a word Of dane
inp r~---- No. about
she to1dles oil tries the backward glance 1t Is
rather hard for her to do it because her neck Is
short, and her blue and bcwltching eyes have an I'M
comfortable popping look when she finally gets them
head and Mrs. Marabout's partner wonders what
causes her to say sharply,
"For Heavens sake, stop twitching that fan! 1t
makes nervous -
The God, satisfied with his survey goes off toward
TllHe sitting the cane bottom chair. Tie IS a
dcbutanto from a suburb. Arcadlan vistas open be-
fore the stated wording when he talks to Title When
the God takes the vacant her other side and
murmurs soft greeting, she twists suddenly round,
meets his tenderly gazing eyes, and bushes in do
llcous surprise and confusion. Her partner after |
opening and shutting her fan with long rustic end |
ing in snap, and staring round the as II he was
looking for one, rses and drifts away without |
adous Tho Sod leans back, takes the fan, and |
softly tanning himself looks, with smiling admiration
at his Titles dcmure profile, sho sits up stify,
her hands clasped in hor lap, every and then,
she talks turning her slim throat, and looking shyy
him out of the of her eyes, with her head
cool ed like birds. says the God, after artful
preamble dropping his words slowly and softly,
d was so afraid you not here. looked all |
over for you.'
a. was afraid you weren't coming too says |
Title, for derous moment forgetting herself |
Then conscious OF her unseemly pleasure In his pres
ence she looks her bouquet greatly embarrassed |
Would you have been Disappointed II hadn't !
come ~ says tho God, Selling the opening by tho
throat and plnnIng It down He leans forward, with
his elbows his knees, and sU5es at her averted,
rosy profile. with high enjoyment
Tillie I'm agony of confusion. turns away hor
head and beats a tattoo the seat of tho |
chair vacated by her last partner. This bold and |
desperate man IL evidently in love with hor How
horribly exciting! Presently. she lifts her dropping
head, and looking at tho chandelier. says family,
Il don't know
"Thats not an answer Would It have mado any
difference to you II hadn't como ~ with fiery earnest
ness.
Il wouldn't have had many partners says
this innocent child Of q suburb, feeling that tho oc-
cason Is sufficiently desperate TO admit Of lie After
the words arc uttered she looks extremely guilty,
and ncrvousy fingers her necklace
The God makes response. Ho gives mighty
sigh which nearly rends his shirbOsom I'm twain, and