The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1889-08-15

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dailtes, and finally drifted into one or
two London papers.
Mrs. Montgomery Swift took charm
Ing furnished house in Mayfair, kept a
perfectly appointed brougham and VIC
toria. procured her toilets from Paris
anu forthwith became the rage. Her
gowns were copied, her repartees
quoted. her five o'clock at homes
crowded. She gave neither dinners nor
parties, availed herself Of few of the
introductions obtained through the
Iressil]ians, who were abroad; with
charming impertinence and pretty
sudacity 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 "grass
widow carried off their most hopeful
admirers, dowagers frowned, young
n'atrons nursed their lips, mothers OF
manageable daughters were bitter,
but Mrs. Montgomery Swift needed
them not. and reveled in her popularity.
"Who the deuce is Captain Swift.
and where does he hang out?'' queried
a guardsman of a fellow warrior part
ing from Jessica, when she re-entered
her carriage after her daily walk in
the park. % d -, ~
"Who cares a big ID for the husband
OF a pretty wOman?' was the Hippant
answer. Hes somewhere on the gold
coast, or in India, or at Sualxim, she
tells me; he might be dead and buried
for all care-only it's much safer t.,
know there's husband somewhere;
and, to do the little woman justic1.
although she tiirtss to the mines, she
does drag. the captain in pretty freely;
and even were he to mount guard over
her like a watch dog, he wouldn't find
much to make a rumpus about
NO." said the other, reilectively,
pulling his mustache; '.it's a case of
Canute and the sea-just so far and
no farther She's a ticklish one to-
deal with. don't quite make her out. -
''She does pull fellow up pretty
short sometimes, that's fact, but she's
awfully jolly-no COMPOUNDED sentiment
about her-not like those old stagers
who run you in before you know where
you are. She's rare fun. by Jove"
and he smiled with retrospective en-
]oyment.
For once the verdict of clubs, mess
rooms and smoking rooms was just;
Mrs. Montgomery Swift's morals were
unimpeachable. Without ostentation
she frequently alluded to her absent
consort. retailed passages from his
correspondence, bewailed the long
exile and frequent changes entailed by
his profession, wondered how long he
would remain in those outlaudish
places where wives were an impossi-
bility, and occasionally reduced her
admirers to frantic despair by ANNOUNCE
ing her intention of joining Captain
Swift wherever he might be sent next.
When assured that such self immols-
ton would be madness, she pensively
concluded that perhaps it were wiser
to await his return to civilization and
England.
Sometimes--not very often-Jessica
was alone, and then she would look at
herself in the glass and smile quantity.
isn't it funny?'' she murmured, scan
ming her features. Il am sure I am
not quite so fresh and pretty as 1 was
two years ago, and don't think I am
nearly rs nice. And yet-then nobody
even looked at me. while now" Her
eyes sparkled. 20. my blessed hus-
band. what O service YOU have rendered
me! And to think that shall never,
never be able to repay your
Towards the middle of August, with
her movements, Jessica, without a word
of warning to her courtiers, accepted
an invitation to spend fortnight in
Scotland with a young married couple
who had taken d house on Loeb Lomond
for two months. She had not been told
whether or not there would be other
guests, but she knew that the Bellunes
had the knack of making people com
Portable, and she felt just a little tired
of a surfeit of devotion. and inclined to
escape from it and rusticate in compar-
alive solitude. So one morning she
found herself at St. Pancras station,
and when her maid. previous to seek
ing her second-class carriage, had set
tied her in fnst-class one, with her
books, rugs and dressing bag, she pre-
pared for her long, solitary journey
with restful satisfaction. However,
just as the hour Of departure had
struck the door of her carriage was
violently opened, 4 military looking
portmanteau and case were thrust in, a
guard exclaimed, ''Plenty of room
just in time-jump in, sir-thank you,
sir"' and slammed the door again upon
a tall, handsome man. who had entered
hurriedly, and who, as the train
steamed out of the station, looked
rather disconnected in finding himself
tete-actete with q young. pretty and
elegant woman.
Before reaching Leicester the tray
elers had already exchanged a few
commonplace civilities connected with
the pulling up and down Of windows,
the loan of newspapers. etc. Instinct
lively they recognized that they be-
longcd to the same social class; each
discovered in the other a certain in
dependent. unconventional originality.
and like strangers meeting by chance
at some dinner party, they soon began
to converse on every possible subject.
"Do you propose stopping at Edin.
burgh?' said the gentleman, when,
after Normanton and lunch, they had
resumed their seats.
For the night, perhaps; but am
bound for lnversnaid," answered Jes-
sica.
''Ah!" with a slight start; Il have
some. friends about there myself
relations. -
II wonder if they know my friends
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