St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-13
WOMEN IN TIE SWIM.
SeOrt Stories of the Season in
Gotham and Elsewhere.

SeOrt Stories of the Season in
Gotham and Elsewhere.
New York Sun.
1t is curious. if not heartless. in the
New York girls to lose interest in
tenor so quickly after he has gone out of
opera. A Sun reporter observed in an
Italian restaurant on Union square
solid gentleman eating his macaroni in
the most skillful foreign style, and be-
gan to study the changes that time had
made in the appearance of an artist
whose operate triumphs are with
out equal in the history OF the
lyric stage. He was roughly
dressed, his hair dis0rdered, his
mustache careless and his skin al
most purple from the heat and the labor
of eating. Across one cheek was a long
scar, the honorable mark of saber re-
ceived in a battle for freedom. In the
room where he sat were several young
and beautiful girls, but not one of these
ever turned her eyes on the macaronl
eater. He finished his dinner and left
the room, and only few people present
knew that not many years ago this was
the greatest tenor singer in the world,
the recipient of 100 perfumed notes
day, and one OF the most picturesque
figures in the glitter of New York Bo-
hernia. He was Campanini, and as
happy as ever, for he never was inten-
tionally lady killer.
A story comes to the clubs from
summer resort about wealthy, but not
over-beautiful girl, who has been recelv-
ing marked attentions from very
handsome Englishman of excellent
family, to such degree that her friends
have taken it for granted that the two
were soon to start together down the
lane of roses and thorns, with clasped
hands and trusting hearts. One day
these lovers rode together out to the es-
tate of gentleman farmer who was
friend of the young WOman'S family.
AS they we're galloping along the road
toward the house they saw girl COM
ing across the meadow.
"Oh, there's Maggie with a milk pail,
and Pm so thirsty Pm going to wait for
her to come up and then ask her for a
drink"
This was said by the young lady, and
as she spoke she drew up her horse, her
companion following suit. Maggie came
up to where they we're and said timid
good morning. With her brown hair
struggling down over her young shout
ders, her large blue eyes. delicate brown
face and neck, and tall, slim figure she
presented picture of striking beauty
as she stood there assuring the young
lady on the horse that she was quite
welcome to all the milk she could drink.
And turning her eyes on the handsome
young Englishman she said: '.~
land you, sir. too, can also" -.
80 In Oft hot
point and blushed furiously under the
the horse. The lovers rode away, leav-
ing Maggie looking after them III the
center of the road.
"Who is that?" asked the young man
of his companion. Zone of the farm
hands?"
ooh, no, indeed" was the reply.
"That is Margaret, Mr.. BIS youngest
daughter, Pretty little thing, isn't She?
Lives here the year round, and is as
simple as a wood violet. Milks cows,
darns stockings and rakes hay. She's
very different from the other girls, who
all spend their winters in New York.
But she's only sixteen. She'll have a
taste of the city in a year or so more,
and then, guess, she'll stop milking
cows"
Thisall occurred month ago. The
engagement of the young Englishman
was announced this week. But he is
not to marry the wealthy girl who
wanted him so much. He won Maggie
and her father in just three weeks, and
it is declared that more beautiful pair
of lovers never graced a hotel parlor
than this young milkmaid and her
sturdy young sweetheart.