Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-03

bellies are actually preparing to set their
caps for the royal young chap. L know
for q fact that one splendid creature who
has been made famous by the society
| papers has acknowledged that she con-
siders her chances of subjugating the
| youth to be quite favorable. Just as the
sun was setting on hot evening re-
Gently very sad looking young man
shambled into the KnicSerbocker club
and at down dejeotedly in corner of
the room. He was accosted by an older
| man.
"Hallo, Jack" said the latter.
"What are you doing here? Thought
you we're at Newport.
twas, - responded Jack. "Came up
| to-day. Going TO stay up.
"AnythiDg gone wrong inquired
his friend.
"Not yet. 1t won't be her fault,
though, If she doesn't go, later on
replied Jack.
''Why, you astonish me, my boy. Are
| you talking about Sall!e?
eyes, " growled Jack.
"Who's your riYal?"
"Prince George, roast him.
After cocktails were secured and the
| conversation was brought round into
complete intellgibility, Jack took a note
| from his pocket and passed it over to his
| friend. 1t read as follows:
| hDEARIE jack have just learned
| that Prince George has been told about
me, and he has expressed desire TO
| meet me. You must see how important
1t Is that should have nothing else on
| my mind while he is here, SO I wanted to
suggest that you 60 to New York. If he
learned that was engaged 10 you he
might lose interest. You will under
stan1, l am sure, like the good boy that
you are. Your own, SALIIE.'
Jack g friend folded up the note and
gave it back TO the boy. The latter had
tears in his eyes. He looked through
them ut the man before him.
"Shall punch the princess head?'
he asked, clenchlng his fist.
"No, - said his friend. ''Jilt Sallis
before she gets chance TO jilt you -
At u o'clock that night fashionably
attired young man was lifted down over
the steps of a house in Thirteenth street
and put into cab.
"Will you give me your name and ad-
dress, sir?'' asked the driver.
"Prinsh George, Buck n IN Palice.
Drive like DEUCE
1t was Jack drowning out the face of
Sallie in rum. What an absurd world
it is.
-
In the way of titled tourists, there are
two of them atop of Kaatersklll noun
tain. They are the Count Bella Battyany
and his bride. The count is a Hun
gHrian, 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 melodram,
idea of blue-blooded daintlness an
plebian coarseness. Count Bella is a nicea
looking young fellow, amiable and polited
but absolutely without distinction in per-
son or bearing, and he would not seem
out of place behind the counter IN the
ribbon department of q dry goods store.
Yet he Is born and bred aristocrat. But
OH the countess! She is the ideal of a
ladye faire. She is small embodiment
of the countess of fiction 1T is true but so
fine in her beauty, so shapely, SO ex-
quisite, so self-poised, that it is almost
pity to write it that she
wasn't born TO a title, but got it by mar
riage. She is Bavariau and only
twenty years old. A thousand guests
were crowded into the big hotel on Kaa-
terskill summit, doing the gay round of
music, dancing, pedestrianism and so
forth, at the time | observed the Batty-
auys, and q goodly proportion of the
girls were admirable specimens 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 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.
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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 a raging success after all. |
Agnes is a girl that the society para
Graphers went into raptures over last |
winter when she appeared at the sub
scription 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 a 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, q sutton for the hand of Agnes,
lived with him. It was supposed by all
interested parties that Agnes would find
this arrangement very pleasing, and that
she and the ardent youth would have
grand opportunity TO make love together.
One day the mother of Agnes received
short note from her daughter. 1t read:
DEAREST MAMaIA-Mr. Posthlewaite
was asked me to be his wife and 1 have
accepted him. What do you say? Your
own, AGNES.
To this came a reply from the mother
at Newport, reading:
My DEAR DAUGHTER-Mr. Postle-
waite hash t cent and will not have
until his grandfather dies. What do you
mean? YOUR MOTHER.
And then Agnes dispatches another
note at once:
DEAREST MAMMA did not mean
young Dir. postlewaite. 1t is the old
gentleman that has asked me to marry
him. AGNES.
The reply TO this came in the form of
telegram: "Bless you, my child,' it
said.
The young fellow who tells this vouches
for lis truth, but gives it as his opinion
that Agnes is playing q joke upon her