The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1890-09-27

ourheu on chi1fons, Mrs. Mostyn was
astonished to hear her neighbor give mn
almost subtly feminine opinion on SOM
point in dispute.
why, I,believe you know more ;,bou,
it than do" declared the lady, laugh.
ing.
well, l ought to- suppose"
Mrs. Mostyn was so mystilied that,
for perceptible instant, she found alb.
solutely nothing to say. He evidently
imagined that she knew all about him.
With the tact of her sex, Mrs. Mostyn
promptly turned the talk into generate
ties again, determining to ask her host
ess all about her fascinating neighbor
as soon as the ladies reached the draw
ing-room.
But the Fates were against her.
Lady Kendall was monopolized by an
elderly matron, who never let go her
hostess till the men appeared from the
dining-room, and when they did so it
was Algie Upham who slipped into the
vacant chair by Mrs. Mostyn's side.
This was maneuver that is not in the
nature of q woman to withstand.
"Come and dine with me on Friday
night" she said, when she at last rose
to go; 400 Lowndes square, eight
o'clock. Don't say you can't; one or two
nice people are coming"
81 shall be moro than charmed" re-
piled the young man, bending, in his
pretty half-foreign way, over the lady's
hand; "but you'll come to my place one
day, won't you? Lady Kendall Is COM
ing tomorrow"
why, yes; think could GO to-mor-
row." said Mrs. Mostyn, and so the
thing was settled.
On the following day Mrs. Washing
ton Mostyn, who had put on her most
gorgeous attire-not having been long
enough in London to know that here
women do not bedeclS themselves in the
afternoon-tripped down to her little
coupe and directed the man to drive to
Lady Kendal's, thoroughly pleased with
herself and the world in general. She
was going to see the charming young
man of the night before, and the charm
ing young man was going to dine with
her on Friday. Moreover, she had on
her most becoming bonnet.
The two ladies chatted costly as the
carriage bowled along.
'1'm so glad you could come" said
Lady Kendall; 'I'm sure you'll think
his taste perfect He has such lovely
things"
Lovely things?" inquired Mrs. Mos
tyn, with rising enthusiasm. She was
one of those women who like their
heroes of the moment to be set, as it
were, in framework OF luxury.
"Yes; brocades such as you can't get
for love or money. He has them special
ly manufactured from his own designs"
HE must be very rich," said the
American. "Thats the sort of thing our
millionaires do at home"
"Well, Algie must make three or four
thousand year, l should think" re-
joined Lady Kendall, thoughtfuliy.
You see, he's so we'll connected. All
the smartest women in London go to
Algie."
If Mrs. Mostyn wondered for an in
slant how the society of smart women
justified such reckless extravaganza,
she said nothing, having horror of ap-
pearing ignorant of London or the ways
of London.
''You got on capitally," continued
Lady Kendall; "Algie is so fond of
Americans. You see, they don't mind
what they spend"
mop" said Mrs. Mostyn. who was
now thoroughly mystifed; and just
then the carriage drew up at smart
looking house in Mayfair street-a
house all painted white, with yellow
silk curtains and blinds, and daisies
and spiraea in the window boxes.
The door was opened by man
servant in livery, and the ladies were
shown upstairs into large room like
studio. The walls were of golden
leather, with draperies and curtains of
dull gold silk, and here and there
touch Of turquoise-blue or faint pink in
wrought with gold added another note
to the harmonious picture, in which the
white wood mantel-piece, the soft Per-
sian carpet and the exquisite old mezzo-
tints on the walls each played their
part. One or two Chippendale cabinets
displayed specimens of rare Nankin,
the easy-chairs and lounges invited you
to chat, and on every table and in every
nook stood flowers and palms.
His master was engaged for the mo-
ment, the man announced, but would
be with the ladies in few minutes.
What perfectly charming studio!"
cried Mrs. Mostyn, peering round in
her pretty, short-sighted way: "only I
lon't see any canvases or the usual |
artistic mess" @-'
'Canvases-whys should there be, my |
lear?"
SWELL, but isn't Mr.. Upham an art
st?"
ARTIST" cried Lady Kendall, "whata an
dea! Why, don't you know?-l thought
knew-Mr. Upham is the
dress-maker. His profes.
'ional name is Eugene, but we all call
lim Algie. Why, Pm going to try on
ny new Court bodice directly, and the
lear boy will tell me exactly what's the
natter with it,"
For a moment Mrs. Mostyn's head al
most reeled. She hardly knew If she
rave scream, or If she moved instinct
vely to the bell. Where was the door?
Where was her carriage?
Whether her mnrmured excuses con-
eyed any notion to Lady Kendall it is
itficult to say, for in another moment
he had slipped downstairs.
A dressmaker! Her charming young
nan-a man with whom she had already
ad almost a flirtation-was dress
maker. 1t was preposterous-itw was i'm
ossible Why, there were a dozen
dius journalists who were capable OF
elling the whole story in the American