Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-03

plantations as well, had made the resort
famous. "Age had not wirhered il, nor custom
stalled its infinite variety" The odor OF its
pines and frs the mellowed air OF its mount
aims, the dazzle of its hotel life, the romance
Of its lakes and parks, the tangles OF its
schemers or ume-kilers and the charm OF
yearly reunions vet, and, perhaps will for CEN
turtles to come win yearly worshiDers who
alternate praise in the Saratoga temples with
their Misunderstanding in the wilderness or
their lettering at the sea side.
Carson arrived few days before Vera and her
mother came over from the coziness of cottage
life where Indian Holyoke adjoins towns Of En-
glish nomenclature that reminded him of the
Berkshire hills that he had last beheld from the
northern heights of London, where Whiting
ton heard the prophecy OF Bow Bells Carson
soon learned the traditional programme Of
Saratoga life. The 9-O'cloek arising and the
bath of native waters, the saunter to the springs
and the first imbibing Of the tonic water, the
matutinal gossip of the piazza, the compound
ing of plans for the coming hours, the grill Of
spring chickens for breakfast, the reading OF
the morning papers yet damp from city presses,
the linger over luncheon, the drive to the lake
or the realization there of the old song, .'Oh
lightly may the boat row that my young ladies
in" the sumptuous dinner where the six hun
dred" charge upon menus that equally oelgnt
guests from all latitudes, the watching OF twi-
light shadows the evening Irritation, the feast
of vesper music the ball, the novel and the en-
braces of Morpheus-the only god OF mythology
that every human agrees to worship.
One morning when the omelette aux fines
herbes proved unusually tempting and the
butter on the rolls uncommoly appetiz1ng with
its yellow sweetness, be found places reserved
beside his own place for Miss Vera and her
mother Then they had arrived. What magic
in cards shuff1ed over the inkstand OF prosa1c
hotel clerk The heart Of this blase English
man actually beat breakfast tattoo He in
sensibly hummed Tennysonian she Is COM
ing she IS coming" How gladly he saw the
slight flush of Vera's cheek as he arose TO
thrust aside the oficious waiter at the back OF
her chair who was hungering for silver coin,
while Carson was hungering for tone Of her
voice.
The usual talk about mutual movements en-
sued They had not arrived at the intimacy OF
even formal correspondence. Were the de-
lights of "My darling or MY precious" and
of a 'fYours with fondness'-addresses and su-
prescriptions dear to the eyes of generations
from the time of Heloise to this time OF Sara
toga loverdOm-never to join in correspondence
the names of Charles and Vera Yet for all
her incipient flush Of the cheek he found her,
not cold exactly, but under strict bonds OF ETH
ouette with mother as strictly on guard as
the almost immovable horse guard by the arch
wav of the Whitehall street in London that he
loved in youth to haunt Her raillery was
again busy. Had the sight of SO many celebri-
Ties at Saratoga fired his ambition yet Had
any d .rtstse oil life-yet interested him Was
Saratoga life worth living Had the waters
duickeDed his blood or given him an incen-
tive Had he met with paragon Of airk
ETC.?
ssNo.n he gallantly answered, while be merely
Xeut fhrnugh the nantomtpe 9f4 aliebt shixeH,