Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-03

''Will you give me your name and ad-
dress, SIR" asked the driver.
"Prinsh George. Buck'n'm Palice. Drive
like the deuce"
1t was Jack, drowning oat the face of
Sallie. What an absurd world it is.
SHE LOOKS A COUNTESS.
In the way of titled tourists, there are
two of them atop of Kaaterskill Mountain.
They are the Count Bella Bettyany and his
bride. The Count is Hungarian, and rich
in lucre as well as aristocracy. The Countess
wasn't born so, and mark you how fool
ish is the dime novel and melodrama idea of
blood blooded daintiness and plebian coarse
ness. Count Bella is nice looking young
fellow, amiable and polite, but absolutely
without distinction in person or bearing,
and he would not seem out Of place behind
counter in the ribbon department of a dry
goods store. Yet he is a born and bred
aristocrat.
But, o! the Countess! She is the ideal OF
a ladye faire. She is small embodiment
OF the countess of fiction, it is true, but so
hne In her beauty, SO shapely, so exquisite,
so selfpoised, that it is almost pity to
write it that she wasn't born to title, but
got it by marriage. She is Bavsrian and
only 20 years old. A thousand guests were
crowded into the big hotel at Kaatersklll
summit, doing the gay round Of music,
dancing, pedestrianism, etc., at the time
observed the Battyanys, and goodly pro-
portion of the girls were admirable specl-
mems of the best American maidenhood; yet
this beautiful little Countess not only got
the almost worshipful attention of the men
and women, but also the homage OF our own
girls, not a few of whom were quite as
lovely as she. That seems to show that we
are more disposed than we should be to rate
titled folks above other folks.
THE HUNT FOR DOLLARS.
Do you believe the following story? 1t is
told on the authority of the brother of the
girl with whom it deals. Alas. if it is true,
then the wall of the pessimist has some
cause for making itself heard. and life is not
raging success after all. Agnes is girl
that the society paragraphers went into rap
lures over last winter, when she appeared at
the subscription dances. She is a creamy
blonde, with tender blue eyes and a general
appearance of angelicism, minus the wings.
She had no end OF offers in her first season,
but let them all go by.
When her family went to Newport, few
weeks ago, she VISITED a young friend Of
hers up on the Hudson. The adjoining
place was that of an old gentleman famous
for his millions, whose lively young grand
son, suitor for the hand of Agnes, lived
with him. 1t was supposed by all interested
parties that Agnes would find this arrange
ment very pleasing, and that she and the
ardent youth would have grand opportun-
ity to make love together. One day the
mother of A gnes received short note from
her daughter. 1t read:
dearest mamma: Mr.. Postlewaite has
asked me to be his wife and 1 have accepted
him What do Won savoD
DEAR MAMMALS IDEAS.
To this came q reply from the mother at
Newport, saying:
"My dear daughter: Mr.. Postlewaite
hasn't cent and will not have until his
grandfather dies. What do you mean?''
And then Agnes dispatched another note
at once:
"Dearest Mamma: I did not mean young
Mr.. Postlewaite. 1t is the old gentleman
that has asked me to marry him."
The reply to this came in the form OF
telegram: BLESS you, my child" it said
The young fellow who tells this youches
for its truth, but gives it as his opinion that
Agnes is playing joke on her mother.
II should be less surprised to hear that
Aggie had eloped with Billy Postlewaite
than that she had married the old man."
says the brother. "In that case 1 could
should apologize to my friends for having
that sort of sister,"
But how about the mother that would sell
her only girl to tottering old man?
CLARA BELLE.