Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-12-27

shakes hands very methodically with all the
girls, holding their fingers even with his chin
| as he does So
Mr.. Rutherford is hat the door with is trap
| and viii Miss Dorothy ave a driver
No, Wilkinson. Tell Mr.. Rutherford I am
tride indisposed. oh, no, don't do that, he
will see me in the park later. Tell him I'm
engaged in nv sculpture class"
'Oh, Dorothy" cried one of the young
women, as the servant leaves the room. II
heard some one order q bracelet for you at
Tiffany's the other day. shan't let you know
| who it was
'DiamondsY'
Diamonds and pearls"
"Its Jack. then. and he must have stolen the
money to do it with. He's such a dear fellow.
How do you like my hair down in q coil?''
Lovely Is that one Of your Worth dresses?''
"Ies; rather pretty. isn't it?''
lawfully. Isn't that loose look at the waist
just swell. And those puffy sleeves. They are
dreams. How did You ever think of that sweet
eheekered jacket It's all SO soft and foaty,
"Hawr' exclaims Mr.. Smythe. event to a
jolly good variety show the other night, girls
Man there said he went to n dinner party at
McCartys. Mr.McCarty served soup first, and
man didn't know there was going TO be any,
thing else. He ate five plates and then they
brought on q 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 Englrnd has died and left
me fifty thousand. Going to give breakfast
to the prettiest girls in town inst in the way of
celebration. You are all invited. Ia, ia Re-
member me to your mother No, thank YOU.
Never drink before ladies-before luncheon,
mean"
Mr.. Smythe shakes hands once more all
round the group and departs, after assuring
rise.
The young ladies laugh. say Mr.. Smythe is a
dear little fellow and then plunge once more
into conversation.
What are you going to wear to the Caster
blk ball tomorrow night, dearY'
yellow, think"
That will 60 SO well with your beautiful
black hair. Oh, by the way. shall you be at the
Bronson-Sharps this afternoon"
NO. I've got to go down and buy 800 pres
Our society insisted that should do it and I've
got 600 in my pocket at this minute to do it
with. Some one has got to help me, for don't
know what the poor little things would like
Get them each pair of trousers"
But half Of them are girls, child
ing master.
Il can't fence today, Walters" says Dorothy
Tell Monsieur Castiilard / am sorry to have
troubled him. l should have sent him word.
Ask him il he will not have glass of port and
biscuit in the dining room. Now, girls, come
to my boudoir and talk to me while l am put
ting on my riding habit. Jack will be here in
q few moments."
The four young ladies scamper up over the
stairs and shut themselves in the soft-per-
fumed little room where Celine. the maid aids
her beautiful mistress to exchange her morn
ing costume for the habit. As the door swings
to q peculiar harp. which sends forth eoiio1
harmony when aSitated, fills the air with sweet
ness. small tortoise shell kitten in huge
yellow silk ruffie leaps to the shoulder of the
mr. of ha yiSi a,,1v f,n
fur of the young iadys cape. A running fire
OF conversation is kept up. Dorothy vanishes
into an adjoining room at a critical moment
during her toilet and when she returns she is
ready for her horse. with the exception of her
silk hat and crop. which await her on the table.
A knock at the door is answered by the maid
who comes back with a card for her mistress.
Its Jack, she says, and the color of young
roses rises up from her throat into her cheeks.
Down stairs the bevy Of beauties flies Jack is
loungin2 up and down the hall, beating his
boot with his crop and humming an air from
Poor Jonathan" He offers his salutations to
all the young women, and, while preparing to
make graceful remark % the three callers,
those thoughtful young ladies kiss Mistress
Dorothy farewell and rush from the house
A servant is rapidly escaping through the
gloom of the back hall. The house is very
still. One NAV hear the old-fashioned clock
at the head of the stairs ticking away the Sec
onds. One may also hear -
NO matter Wnat one may near. One must be
very sharp of ear to distinguish the soft sound.
The door opens and the pale light of the
street streams into the hall. Down at the curb
stand two saddle horses in the hands of grooIns.
The young people look at one another and
speak. Passers-by might believe they spoke of
the weather.
Then that gin-cocktail lord does not stand
ghost of a show?' says Jack.
Not unless you commit suicide or run awav
or do some other dreadful thing" replied the
girl. starting down the steps.
You're an angel" whispered Jack, running
close at her side.
''Oh, no I'm not" says Dorothy over her
shoulder. I'm a society girl. There's tre-
mendous difference
As the two ride up the avenue toward the
park the people on the sidewalks turned to
look at the exquisitely slender figure of the
girl who sits her horse with the confidence and
unconscious grace of an Amazon. She is by all
means the most beautiful thing in sight. though
cathedrals and palaces rear themselves proudly
on every side.
Il must be back by TO-" she called to her
companion. II am at work on o head that
I'm going TO give to you. The sculpture teacher
ID coming at noOnnme. Call for me at ard
I'll let you take me to the oratorio at the opera
house.
As the smooth and soft bride path of the
park Is reached and Dorothy starts her long
hmbed hunter into a sharp canter the on-looker
il not SO sure that the difference is so very wide
between the best type Of society girl and the