The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-12-28

Walters appears with the cocktails. Thew
are called cherry cocktails, for the reason
that each contains preserved cherry, which
the young women pick out of tine glass with
their hnger-tips, after consuming the slight
draught OF vermouth and whisky. On the
tray with the cocktails is small crystal
dish filled with sugared rose leaves.
Wilkinson. the other servant, bears into
the room card upon a silver plate.
"Oh, it's little Teddy Smythe, girls" cried
Dorothy, reading the card Let's have him
up here a minute"
The next moment Mr.. Teddy Smythe ap
pears. He is an auburn-tinted young man.
with a very red face white teeth and
twlnkling eyes He shakes hands very me-
thodlcally with all the girls, holding their
fingers even with his chin as he dues so.
Hfw" exclaims Mr.. Smythe. " Went
toa jolly good variety show the other night,
girls. Man there said he went to dinner
party at McCarty's. Mr. McCarty served
soup first, and man didn't know there was
going to be anything else. He ate five
plates, and then they brought on ten
course dinner. Man sat for three hours full
OF soup. Terrible bore he said. Got TO
go now. Just dropped in to say an aunt of
mine in England has died and left me fiEtv
thousand. Going to give breakfast to the
prettiest girls in town just in the way OF
celebration. You are all invited Tia. ia
Remember me to your mother. No, thank
yon., Never drink before ladies-before
luncheon, l mean"
MIR. Smythe shakes hands once more all
round the group and departs, after assuring
each girl that she looks like pink rose al
sunrise.
The young ladies laugh, say Mr.. Smvthe
is dear little fellow and then plunge once
more into conversation.
what are you going to wear to the Gas
terblk ball tomorrow night, dear"
Yellow. 1 think"
That will go SO well with your beautiful
black hair. on, by the way, shall you be a,
the Bronson-Sharps this afternoon"
NO. I've got to go down and buy three
hundred presents for that Sunday school in
Eighth street, Our society insisted that |
should do ii, and I've got five hundred dol
lars in my pocket at this minute to do it
with. Some one has got to help me, for |
would like
Get them each pair Of trousers"
"But half of them are girls, child%
Inc servant enters and announces the
fencing master.
noIo,s can't fen. fence today. Walters" says
sorry TO have troubled him. l should have
sent him word. Ask him if, he will NOT
have glass OF port and biscuit in the
dlning-room. Now, girls, come to my
boudoir and talk to me while l am putting
on my riding habit. Jack will be here 10 a
few moments"
The four young ladies scamper up over
the stairs and shut themselves in the soft
perfumed little room. where Celine. the
maid, aids her beautiful mistress to ex-
change her morning costume for the habit
AS the door Swings to, peculiar harp
Which sends forth E0ian harmony when
aRitated fills the air with sweetness A
small tortoiSe-sh kitten in huge yellow
silk ruffle leaps to the shoulder eff the prrtti-
fur of the young lady's cape. A running
fire OF conversation is kept up Doruthy
vsnishes into the adjoining rom at a crit
cal moment during her toilet, aud whea
she returns she is ready for her horse, vita
the exception of her silk hat and crop, whiet
await her on the table. A knock at the
door is answered by the maid, who comes
back with card for her mistress. :
Its Jack. she says, and the color of
young roses rises up from her throat into
beauties flies. Jack is lounging up anu
down the hall, beating his foot with his
crop and humming an air from poor Jon
athan." He ofers his salurations to all the
young women, and while preparing to maxi
a graceful remark to the three callers those
thy farewell and rush from the house.
servant is rapidly escaping through the
gloom of the back hall. The house is very
still. One may hear the old-fasnioned clock
at the head OF the stairs ticking away tin
seconds. One may also hear
No matter what one may hear. One must
be very sharp of ear to distinguish the soft
sound.
The door opens and the pale light of tn
street streams into the ball. Down at the
curb stand two saddle-horses in the hands
OF grooms. The young people look at one
another and speak. Passers : by might
believe they spoke of the weather.
Then that gin-cocktail lord does ne,
stand ghost Of show" said Jack.
Not unless you commit suicide, or run
away. OF do some other dreadful thing" re-
plies the girl, starting down the steps.
You're an angel" whispers Jack, run
ming close at her side.
"Oh, no. I'm not" says Dorothy over her
shoulder. I'm society girl. There's a ire
mendous difference"
As the two ride up the avenue toward the
park the people on the sidewalks turn to
look at the exQuisitely slender figure of the
girl, who sits her horse with the confidence
ana unconscious grace of an Amazon. She
Is by all means the most beautiful thing in
themselves proudly ON every side.
II must be back by II, she calls to her
companion. II am at work ON a head that
I'm going to give to you. The sculpture
teacher is coming at noon. Call for me at
3, and I'll let you take me to the oratorio at
the opera house,"
As the smooth and soft bridle- path of the
park Is reached and Dorothy starts her leng-
limbed hunter into sharp canter, the on
locker Is not so sure that the difference is SO
very wide between the best type of society
girl and the alleged angel. oBsERyA.
copyrtohh 1850.