Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-04-09


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.Notat all. She was Miss Dalrym.
pie. How was I to know she bore the
same name nowp''
lation to himP'
"a cousin; three or four times re-
moved. So no, Oscar Dalrymple! It's
bettsr to be born lucky than rich.
Moat-Grange and its fairest flower!
You did not bargain for that, once upon
. time"
''How did you know her?''
ooh, have often seen her. They are
neighbors Of my Uncle Cleveland's.
Where are the Dalrymples living in
~, May Fair. Only part of the house.
They are not rich.'
Mrs. Dalrymple's carriage had con-
tinued its course. 1t was now on its
way to her dressmaker's. Nine. Dame
reau. An enormous custom-clientele,
she always said-had Nine. Damereau.
Thoroughly well established was
madame. Her house was handsome; its
rooms a mixture Of Partisan taste and
English comfort, with their velvet-pile
carpets, rich crimson furniture, brilliant
mirrors and ornamental objects of
porcelain, all delicate landscape paint
ing and FURNISHED gold. Surely rooms
so elaborate in their titting-up, were
not needful to the house of milliner
and dressmaker? Needful or not, they
were there. There was a spacious
showroom, and a lounging-room, and
a trying-on room, and an ante-room,
with a handsome hall and staircase
leading to them. whence the Gus
clientele caught vague snatches,
through painted window, of a paved
court and shrubs and plants. Mime.
Damereau was as fascinating, in her
line, as Mrs. Dalrymple in hers; ask
the ladies who were forever paying her
visits, and they would tell you that,
once within reach of the fascin atoms of
herself and her show-rooms, there they
were contentedly fixed; there was no
getting away, and there was no trying
to. Madame's expenses were great,
and she had feathcrcd her nest pretty
well; somebody paid for it. Wren
nest should be sufficiently
well feathered-or what she would con-
slider so-lt was her attention to return
to la belle France-pays cheri!-and
quit England and its natives-les bar
bares!-forever. Every thought of
madame had reference to this enchant-
ing finale; not dress did she make,
a bonnet sell, a mantle improvise, but
the ''sticking-on" (very strong where
she could) bore the desirable end in
view. There had been Mons. Damereau
once upon time. He had something
to do with the theatcrs. though not in
the way of acting. But he grew too
fond of English porter and of lingering
madame's profits. Madame inveigled
him into journey to Paris with her;
let him have his fling a little while,
and one fatal morning the poor deluded
man awoke to find that he and his
wife were two; she had obtained sep
aration from HIM ode CORPS ct de
biens.' Madame returned to England
the same day.. and what became of
him she neither knew nor cared.
We have mentioned mania that
was riding over the gay world at this
period, chiefly over the male portion of
It, the admiration of Oscar Dalrymple's
wife; we must now confess to another,
which exclusively touches the female.
A love for dress. a wild, rampant,
MOTTO be- controlled within any-limit
love for eXtravagant dress. No fever
yet known was like unto it; and Nine.
Damerau blessed it heartily, and
pettcd it, and nurscd and prayed that
it would never abate. Few had fallen
into this last mania as had Mrs. Dali
rymple. Bred up in the country, in
and comparative seclusion,
London and its attractions had burst
upon her with irresistible power, daz-
cling her judgment and taking captive
her senses. The passion for dress-ex-
ample is SO contagious, rivalry so rife
in human heart-seized firm hold upon
her; something like another passion
had formerly seized upon and destroyed
her unfortunate brother. Every body
must have Il pursuit, daily passion
if it may be so expressed; and if they
do not have it they are vapid and indif-
ferent, and protest that the world is
not worth living in. The pursuit may
be worthy or it may be unworthy; we
don't touch upon that now, but it must
be something. Selma Dalrymple found
hers in the new rush after dress; what
else had she to find it IMP Not caring
particularly for her husband (but this
is only between ourselves, mhd), no
loved and intimate friends aroused her,
no children, no cherished home occu-
patton; nothing but the worlds hom-
age, in the ballroom, in the park, in
the home visits. That homage soon
grew very dear, and dress, in hex vain
heart. became of it part and parcel.
Her carriage stopped at the door of
Nine. Damereau. Other carriages,
also, stopping there, drew aside for 1t,
and Mrs. Dalrymple descended. Rath-
silk, founced to the waist, became her
we'll, and her rich white lace mantle
became that. The Damereau footman
threw open the door tor her and she
went up to the showroom A lady in
plain attire, but than which nothing
could be more rich than the silk mate
rial, with a small cap on her head, o
costly lace, and flying costly streamers
of the same, disengaged herself from
group to whom She was talking, and
came forward bowling; such bows that
only Frenchwoman can achieve. 1t
was Nine. Damereau. A clever
LOOKING woman with q fair shin and a