The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-12-08
A NEWPORT TRAGEDY.
The Story Of Girls Despair Told by an Old
Letter and Turquoise Cross.
BY LUCY H. HOOPER.
oopvriqAt and complete IN This Issue.l

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4 ROD jus beIore tho dining hour, and gayly
attired bellies and nonohAlant beaux were
passing slowly up and down to the music OF
Gl,ngl's "En Ayant-marchef which was
I being ciasned and brayed in stentorian ac-
cents by noisy band. Under cover of tho
I loud voiced melody soft whispers could be
exchanged or sharp criticisms uttered; and
lively old Mrs. Westervliet, sitting back in
/ the shadows of her private parlor, did not
hesitate to avail herself of the privilege as
she leaned forward over the shoulder of her
nephew, young Danvers, WEE occupied
( more conspicuous position near the door.
/ He had arrived from Philadelphia only this
f morning, fact which probably accounted
for the anxiety evinced by his New York
aunt to render him an courant of all persons
and things at once. She chartered on in
cheerful and unrestrained manner, for there
was music to fill up the pauses and nobody
very near-a state of things which is quite
{ as convenient for scandal as for Irritation.
''This is your first season here, Harry,
believe / hope you like dancing, for there
is hop somewhere nearly every night l
think there is one tonight at the Fillmore,
and know there is one tomorrow evening
at the Bellevue Now for goodness sake
don't get up filtration with any of the mar
ried ladies'"
''Who IS that lovely creature2" here in
quired Mr.. Danvcrs as tall, graceful girl,
elegantly attired in blue silk grenadine,
swept past
''That is Miss Selfridge, of Cincinnati, and
she is called tho belle OF the house. She is
engaged Harry so do not waste your glances
in that direction. Hero comes one of tho
married beauties-Mrs. Beresford, of Balti-
more Has she not sweet voice and smile?
The correspondence The New York Sumner
called her the Baltimore oriole in his last let
ter. That pair just behind her, the Traf-
fords, of Savannah look very loving just
now, but he is accused of a weakness for Mrs.
Jim Stone Indeed he gave her supper in
one Of the private parlors last week, but
don't say told YOU, and she is furiously
jealous How pretty Alice Boudinot looks
in that gray dressl saw her wear it in the
Life of an Actress at Niblo's last winter.
She is to appear as Jennie Deans at the Win
ter garden next season. There comes Tom
Greene, of Philadelphia Who is he with to-
day7 Oh, I see-that dowdy little Mrs. May.
What can men see TO admire in that woman2
Apropos of Tom Greene, can tell you such
funny story about himl One evening last
week"--
"How charmingl Dear aunt, who is sheq
Do you know herr Can you introduce mea"
exclaimed and queried Harry Danvers in a
breath, entirely ignoring 1.-THE funny story"
thus suspended in mid career upon Mrs.
Westervlet's lips.
The old lady had half a mind to get angry
at the uncermonious interruption, but
glance at tho object of her nephews enthu-
siasm Gained her rising ire at once, She was
very fond of Harry, who was her favorite
nephew; both of her own two sons had mar
ried well, and she had a strong desire that
her favorite, Harry, should do as well as his
cousins; SO, as the object of his admiring
outburst was an heiress as we'll as a beauty,
she graciously pardoned him for his impo-
likeness, in consideration of his fortunate
choice.
1t was decidedly striking looking pair
on one of whom Harry Danvers was gazing
with delighted eyes. The TALL massive form
of the gentleman lowered above the lower
forms of his neighbors, while the broad full
brow, crowned with masses of iron gray hair,
which were pushed back so as to show the
fine forehead in full relief, the dark, piercing
eyes, stern, thin Tipped, close shut mouth, and
the jaw, heavy, square, and rigid as though,
wrought in iron, made up countenance
which once seen could not easily be forgotten.
Leaning upon his arm, and looking like
wild rose clinging to a rock, was a young
girl fair and sweet and frail looking as the
flower to which l have compared her. She
was slender as reed, and as graceful in
every movement of her slight form; and her
large, dark eyes had the soft, shy beauty of
the full orbs of gazelle. The faint rose
flush on her transparent cheek varied with
each breath and movement, from the paly
pink of a roses outside petals to the richer
hue of its inmost heart Above her broad,
low brow the dark masses of her silky hair
showed against the transparent skin like
setting of dusky enamel around pearl She
was very young, evidently just ''out," and
sweet and shy andRnartifcial as girls at that
period should ever be- but which, alas, in
our days, they very seldom are. Her dress,
an aerial silken tissue of a delicate rose pink
hue, fioated about her slender form like
sun flushed cloud. 1t was cut square in the
neck, and around the long graceful throat
was clasped slender Venetian chain, sup
porting an antique looking cross of gold fill
gree work. 1t was her only ORNAMENT, and
she needed no other. Age and plainness
must have recourse to jewels; youth, beauty
i and grace can afford to scorn their glitter.
J The gentleman caught Mrs. Westervlet's
eye, half paused and hesitated. She rose and
came forward with inpressenent.
"Mr. Hurst, / was sure you had not for
gotten Mrs Westerviet How sorry l am
that the judge is not here at present. Harry
I dear, do get out Of the way Mr.. Hurst, You
/ will find seat in my parlor much more COM
+ Portable than one of those hard chairs in the
hall, and you must be nearly tired of prom
enading by this time And is this little Flor
encea Surelyl"
''Allow mo to present my daughter to
you," said Mr.. Hurst with smiling courtesy.
"Florence, this is Mrs. Westervliet."
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