Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-03
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''there be none Of beauty's daughters with .
magic voice like thine"
please don't quote; hate quotations.
once took vengeance on man who edited .
book Of poetical quotations"
sAnd pray what was the form OF VengeanceF
II learned great lot Of his own selections
and fired them of at him like paper torpedoes
or Chinese crackers. and made him vince ana
vince again. But how did you like our Fourth
of July celebration? Did It make your heart
sink to remember that at Saratoga came the
first rebuff to you Brltishers when Lord North
was trying TO coerce the Irishr'
take pity on me, Miss Vera. We shall never
agree on English politics"
HShall we or do we ever agree upon anythingf
You are as far below my enthusiasm as-as-'
she faltered . moment for figure like bash
full collegian in cotillon.
He gaily interrupted. "As you are above my
want of heart.n
aHow happy an idea; as If so purposeless .
gentleman should confess to that lack"
He signed
sAre you choking with mushroom, Mr. Car
son, or was that groan at my audacityf i
beg pardon. perhaps wound your amour pro-
pre-, If you carry such a thing about you"
And SO her raillery proceeded until he mem
tally asked himself Would she be so cruel un.
less it was an intention Of kindness or showed
an ounce Of INTEREST,""
Soon bevies of guests began to stream out
and many recognizing the belle OF three sea-
sons paused to greet her, and to give fresh cause
for Carson's admiration Of the woman who
could like juggler keep several balls Of con-
versation spinning at one time.
''S5he often speaks of taking vengeance. It is
her pet phrase" he thought to himself when
alone with his Partigas on the smoking piazza.
"What vengeance would she infiict on me were
1 ass enough to propose under our present cir
cumstances2 Vera's vengeanceP' And he re-
peated the phrase as if in it there was tender
sound. Yet why not? The vengeance of Venus
herself was often sweet and the arrows of her
son often gave delicious pains.
He saw nothing more Of her that day until
dinner time There are score Of les pettts
soins de Ia vie-a phrase very imperfecty to be
translated-in the life of every woman that de-
to be looked after, porters had played football
with the luggage wherein the tenderest lace
and the most exquisite dresses were reposed-
There were cards and letters to be overlooked
and notes to be written. But at dinner he was
vexed to see seated between her mother and
herself stranger who was certainly dis
tinguished looking. He had escorted Vera
with graceful skill through the knots of plung-
ing walters in the mammoth dining room and
with great ease Of manner had attended to the
etiquette OF seating and the proper opening Of
serv1ette. He possessed a finely modulAted
voice and yet not overbraided-so TO speak
with affected tones. Was this to be rival
was the phrase he swallowed with his first
spoonful OF Mexican gumbo soup. The thought
seemed TO havor 1t with soupcon Of Cayenne.
Vera seemed to take especial interest IN what
he said; Tor he took especial interest in select
ing his topics which ran through the gamut Of
the days events and touched epigram-
matically all the news and the cur
rent gossip. All this gave occasion
for her best comment and repartee to which
Carson listened with delight and admiration
yet with certain pang Of that selfish disap-
Dointment which is the first usherlng in Of
jealousy. Moreover while Vera Addressed
some observation now and again to him it was
with far-aWay look and on commonplaces
And no introduction took place. Before
dessert really began to be served he made a re-
mark half begging to be excused and half
apologetic at having to miss the benediction.
as 1t were, of the menu. But not before he had
heard her lightly say in echo Of some remark
from the distinguished stranger, "Oh mother
knows that il I ever wed it must be with a
hero"
''Ah,n he thought as on the piazza he sat down
to listen to the band then playing a sensuous
waltz of the ancient and almost forgotten
Gungl, What hope is there that should ever
become herof
'Ah, Carson, saw You at dinner, and envied
you, dear bhoy-so near to the divine Vera and
her cousin, the Governor OF that Western
State, and one of the most rising statesmen
among the Rockies" This was the salutation
of Wallace Berry, the buck Of all the Saratoga
piazzas, as he sauntered up where the one ad-
dressed was seated. Mr.. Berry was in i'm
maculate evening dress. It was the effect of
his fifth toilet in II hours. Time was never
money to him. If it had been what q spend
thrift he would have proved. for certainly six
hours Of each day at the watering place were
passed In making changes Of dress. He
sauntered TO the wells in plaids-seIecting every
day different suit. He breakfasted in suit
of gray adorned with butter plafe buttons. He
read the papers while clad in a brown coat and