St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-07-07


tanned literally both their compatriots
and foreigners, whenever they were not
| themselves being entertained.
JeSsica Wynne returned to Wales at
the beginning of July. If Mrs. Polls
over had been obseryant she might have
noticed a shadow in the laughing brown
| eyes, certain compression in the scar
| let lips. She vaguely observed that the
girl was unusually reticent about her
London experiences. Yes, London
was very gay-plenty of things going
on, of course; lots of fine gowns. good
music. Oh. yes, heaps of concerts. too
many of them" Had she enjoyed
herself?" "Of course; how could She
help enjoying herself in London dur
ing the season." and answers to that
effect. -
The truth of the matter was that the
popular little Welsh belle had been
sorely neglected in London. She found,
to her ingignant dismay. that her
beauty, wit and repartee remained un-
appreciated; with increasing choler she
soon remarked that other maidenS as
fresh and fair as herself shared her ig-
nominious obscurity. Her conscious
ness, which was not conceit, told her
that she was sacrificed to rivals less
fair, less clever, and. above all, less
young; she realized that one and all of
the successful queens of society were
odious married WOmen-faSt, bold, eX-
acting, tyrannical matrons, who mon
OpOliZed the attentions of the men. She
saw those unprincipled creatures sur
rounded by their cOurtiers at the play
and at the races; they were asked to
dinners, picnics and balls, and when
poor little Jessica did get card for
dance, the entertainment painfully re-
minded her of the breaking up feStiv-
tiles of her school, where the white
frocks so hopelessly predominated over
the black coats. Remembering all these
things, the girl set her teeth hard,
gathered her eyebrows into a reSolute
frown and vowed that If she had lost
her first innings she would be even yet
with the London world.
Miss Wynne had not forgotten her
VOW. or else fortune favored her. A
half her money to the lady helps, the
other half to Jessiea, who became almost
all heiress. When six months had
passed, little paragraph appeared i'll
several Welsh papers containing the
following intelligence:
"We understand that the beautiful
Miss Jessica Wynne WILL at the eXpira-
ton of her mourning, return to society
as the bride of Capt. Montgomery Swift.
This gallant officer. now on leave, will,
however, shortly after the honeymoon
be compelled to join his regiment
abroad"
This announcement, shorn of local
hvperbOle, gradually found its way into
this Birmingham and Manchester dailies,
and finally drifted into one or two Lon
don papers.
Mrs. Montgomery Swift took charm
ing furnished house in Mayfair, kept
perfectly appointed brougham and vic
toria, procured her toilets from Paris
and forthwith became the rage. Her
gowns were copied, her repartee quoted
and her O'Clock at homes crowded.
She gave neither dinners nor parties,
aVa1ied herself of few of the introduce
tions obtained through the Tressillians,
who were abroad; with charming imper
Thence and pretty audacity dropped all
the people she considered bOres, and
plunged into the maddeSt Whirl of social
dissipation. American girls CRASHED
their teeth with envy when the little
s.grass widow" carried off their most
hopeful admirers, dowagers frowned.
Young matronS purSed their lips, moth
ers of manageable daughters were bit
ter, but Mrs. Montgomery Swift needed
them not, and reyeled in her popular
ity.
where does he hang out?' quericd
guardsman of fellow warrior parting
from Jessiea. when she re-entered her
carriage after her daily walk in the
park.
sWho cares big D for the husband
of a pretty woman?" was the f1ippant
answer. Hes somewhere on the gold
coast, or in India, or at Suakim, she
tells me: he might be dead and buried
for all 1 care-only it's much safer to
know there's husband somewhere;
and, to do the little woman justice, al
though she fiirts to the mines, she does
drag the captain in pretty freely; and