Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-07-11
THESTARSANDSTRIPE
Harriet Prescott spoford in Harper's Bazar.

1T doesn't make me-" said Priscy.
"An our houses built Of wood, wooden side
walks in half our towns. wooden steeplss to our
churches nothing ancient nothing pictur-
ssqus."
''Ths Hudson and the Delaware Gap and the
Notch and the Yellowstone Park arepicturesque
enough for me-" said Priscy, biting bit Of
lemon leaf.
"Oh, mean palaces. cathedrals, ruins!"
cried Anna, moving impatiently under James
hands, unaccustomed till lately TO the minis
trations Of maid. I'VE look as If we we're
born yesterday, as If We never had such thing
as an ancestor"
We have just as many ancestors a. the big
gest duchess going" exclaimed Priscy, 'and if
we can't just lay our finger on them, neither
can she. And she wouldn't want to If she
could"
"You are $3.50 very coarse, Priscilla" said
Anna.
Thanks all the same"
do and"
Turn up their noses at us? They can't.
those great high bones! And il they did what
earthly difference need it make to US? We
shaiI be out OF this place presently and never
high and mighty at home why don't they stay
at home? They weren't well off there but
that they thought coming out here would
make them better Oft. Oh, theyr parcel Of
frauds That Lady Dilyl-she looks like q spec
linen for the Smithsonian; her osseous struc-
ture Is remarkable. If she and her daughters
show what generations of high living and
breeding come to am glad wei the first OF
our name"
Priscilla If any one should hear you"
We'll We are, aren't We? They're proud of
descending from the first of their name. We
haven't descended. that's all. And as for
oiood-h blood tells look at them and look at
u.s. Great big-mouthed girls, one Of them stout
enough for miikmaid and the other lanky as
a lath. No style, no grace. I'm little, but,
oh. my sang Priscilla.
LOOK at your skin, the blush of a tea rose at
your eyes, great sapphire stars: at Your nose.
cut on cameo; at your black lashes. long
enough for curl papers: at your blue-black
halr that you can stand on; at your figure, like
q young queen sat least a young queen, or an
old one either, would give her crown for it.
And look at my cheek" streaking her little
nnger down the side of her face; that oval
line, the peach bloom on it,
Cheek enough" laughed Anna.
LOOK at the contrast of my dark eyes, my
nun OF yellow hair, my little white throat my
well, my nose is ;ip-tilted. But look at my feet,
two and a half AS. Look at Philippa Dily's,
sevens. If they re an inch Look at that instep
1t wouldn't take an Arab long to say which of
US was the lady, Miss Anna Maria
Priscilla, don't. The Annals bad enough,
but the Maria. It's worse than Priscilla"
e.
Aunt Priscy!''
Somehow we don't even seem to have decent
names We might at least be Ethel or Gwen
dolyn, or Elheda.'
"Wev very good names Of our own If we
choose. Queen Victoria's no better than
Queen Anne and l should like to know WHY
Virginia and&eorgia and Carolina and Louisi-
ana aren't as good as their old Saxon dot-and-
go-ones."
well, only wish I'd never seen these peo-
NIL AVID hna %ha.-~
glories.''
If ever Why, don't care a copper for
their glories. Poor Anna, 1 don't believe it's
the feudal glories or the American clapboards
that trouble you. It's just Hubert billy. |
wouldn't marry him tomorrow If he were
made of coronets. And his mother will never
let him marry you, If you wished. Just think
OF the sweet HE she II lead a daughter in law
DO you remember the mother of the duke in
the "fhght Of the Duchess Do you believe
Hubert Oily won't nod applause, or will keep
of the old mother-cat's ciawsy'
m ashamed of You, Priscilla Alstonr'
You needn be ashamed OF me. Be ashamed
of Browning. do hope the ship will be back
before you're in for it with that young
man"
There, storer, that will dog' cried Anna.
'Now II have some jasmine flowers"
''Storer, Her name is Jane"
don care If her name is Jane. Lady
Oily calls her maid by her last name"
bay-colored locks. She gets them up to look
like what Jane-1 mean Storer-calls a hoo
roars nest In a haystack. Are YOU ready
Anna! I'd like TO put those diamonds ON Won
for once, Just to dazzle Lady DiIly's eyes out
OF her head They're in the leather trunk
no, you may say box. What thing
II Is to have your husband q diamond mer,
chant and die and leave his stock in trade on
your hands! At least what thing for your
nieces, There's the two combs, fasten them To-
A1 a tiara 81,
rlngs-ob, how perfectly gorgeous. There's
the necklace, triple row and a pendant
There's these pieces now-they hook together
for stomacner. Now the bracelets; now the
rings. PROSTATE yourself, Jane Storeri Doesn't
she look like u uymph just out of the water.
all dripping with spray and sun! You ought to
be queen, Anna. Oh, what a pity we can't
keep them and wear Them ins tead of selling
them and investing the price! But, then, that
will make things so that papa can leave off
going to sea. How much do YOU sunnose
they re worth? Fifty thousand? Eighty?
Oh, my! What was that! Who was il
Didn you see a face-going by the window
turned full on-like mask on q pole?
Anna, II was Lady Oily! And she's seen
the diamonds. And she thinks they're yours
Now there II be music l should like to look
inside the mechanism Of that thing she calls
her mind and see what she thinks about our
having such Jewels, anyway. know what she
thinks about u.s. Two young savages-oue a
little more savage than the other Me Well.
don't suppose you really can wear them
down"
NO, indeed, not one Of them, after all that
has been said about Americans wearing dia-
nonds.'
That's the very reason wonld. Well"
IL ~as Nhiie this convention was going on In
the rooms occupied by the Aston girls, Pris-
ella nutterin3 from one 10 the other as she
talked, that the person mentioned as Lady
DIZZY was sitting III her ROOM observing the
movements Of Rogers. her woman, who was
IRVING to give to her work on the hair of
Miss Gladys the touch that was so nat
ural to Jane Storers fingers The room
was at the other end Of the long low house.
which was all the public house there was on
this lonely island in the high seas. where Can't.
AL ton had left his two daughters and maid
while he pursued his voyage fearing the coast
fever for them if they were exposed to it. bay-
ins brought them over seas 10 fulfill some forms
of law and take possession of the legacy left
thu III by their Aunt Priscilla.
II think, said Lady Oily. as Giadys dis
satisfedly turned the hand glass that if Won
run tie comb in under, Rogers; now hair
pln-no; that ID too high. must confess | do
not see how those American girs-I meant
would not have you initiate their bold, bad
ways for any consideration, Gladys: but |
make no doubt they have the last style from
Paris, for your Aunt Conyn2ham wrote to me
that Lady Ecwy WAS wearing
II am sure i would be glad to initiate them
Y never saw anythiuu half an f.tol;,,, ia