Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-07-19

feducation. Captain Bragus was a Jolly
Hooking man with beautiful figure. He
was dressed quite as well as Mr.. Langton
himself, and he wore garotte collar with
more ease than l had ever seen shown by
any man before.
Just come home, have you, Mrs Char
teri" said Mr.. IapGton. "Oh! And didn't
you think Nelly Farren very fetching?"
"Awfuliy fetching" said with smile.
And Isn't Arthur Roberts cards"
l really felt that l ought not to admit
that knew who Arthur Roberts was, but
Mr.. Langton's question was put so natur-
ally that I was just going to answer, In
spite OF Penny's mean amusement at my
hesitation, when Captain Brague inter
rupted me-
There you are again." said he, with
your precious typical songs. What on
earth does Mrs. Charter care for beastly
comic singer of the present day' II you're
in for song, tip US some Lever nown-
1t was then that perceived that the
captain was an 1rishIAan.
"a gentleman of Tom Moore,s time" he
continued, would be singing Loves
Young Dresm' or The Young May Noon
TO Mrs. Charter. but Iil oe bound II you
were to sereuade her you'd begin with THE
Two 0ba1iahsp
Mr.. IanGton smiled amiahly. "Wait till
we get to Newport before you begin your
seTsnading, won't yous" said he to his
friend 81 assure YOU he continued,
turning to. me. "he's q regular Rio1dei"
"Where Is your cettages" asked Captain
Brsgua / had to confess thst l did not
know the town at all, whereat both of my
bearers expressed rarch surprise. Mr.
Langton immediately began to give me an
eloquent description Of the pleasures and
beautias in store Tor me. ITS a jolly
place" he said, and a beautiful place too.
Ask Captain Braguc; he's sentimental,
and he goes In for natural beauty and all
that And you'll heNe jolly good time
there"
was not ra.dy to believe just then that
anything could be more engaging than the
scenery about me. Tho sun WIS beginning
to burn deep red in the haze of the lower
sky; the breeze on the water was fresh and
invisorating, yet warm and full of life
everything about Us was bnstle and ami
nation. We were now passing through
narrow chanpeis, on the enc side of which
were high banks on whoss crest appeared
the streets Of the city, sometimes neat and
trim, sometimes struggling and decidedly
Hibernian, on whose slopes, often rocky
and covered with spruce, were crowded a
hundred gay arbors and payihons, from
which children in whistle dresses and smart
sashes waved their handkerchiefs ct rs, and
strains OF popular music came suddenly to
our ears; and on the other side were lower
shores, islands with green. well kept lawns
and strong, unmista6able, yet picturesque
buildings, gravelly beaches, snug little
country places with elaborate fences and
queer little bosthouses standing over the
water, Into which swept and swung the
waves from our great wheel.
Later on, when the talkstire passengers
were subdued and the pruSaSt discarded
their busters for their ovcrcoats, when tho
sohooGers which we met were farther and
farther apart; when the waters brosdened
out and the roar Of the city was far behind
US; when this sky beyond the low shores ON
our right hand took on tinge Of drsky
blue which suddenly grew pink and then
faded out again into distant darkness;
when the breeze blew still more soft and
pleasant and lighthouse far ahead showed
a twinkling spark just as the first star ap-
peared above us, felt a great peace Of
spirit and happiness. If the way to New
port hes through such scenes as these, 1
thought, what must Newport be- And
when, indeed, I found myself in that earth
ly paradise I rejoiced, for my dream of
happiness was realized. And what a
change had been made in me in one years
timei
What contrast there was between Ethel
Jones and Ethel Charterl A year ago l had
been an ignorant, though ambitious girl;
for me a dusty row of hotels. a narrow
programme of provincial s2yeties and a
foolish romance, over which I could now
smile with perfect eauanimity, had been
food for my soul. Now was o woman,
calm and secure; before mo was spread
magnificent landscape. gffatering society;
the life which l was to live was foil and
stimulating Heavens" l thought to
myself, ''it is but year since Bran Boull-
find that he is only star in o system so
vast that 1 need telescope to see out
Of it."
l leaned back comfortably in my coupe
and drew my light wrap about my should
ers as / drove home from the first dinner
given in my honor--a year before would
DIVE oChu1poHcQ D2Ch 70 tHc DOtel diOnS
the moonlit shore with Bran by my side.
81 have much to Learn thought, but
can learn in a day what other women
would take years TO comprehend. Let me
shake oil the last vestiges Of my bread-and
butter days and DO a woman of the world"
II had pursued such a train Of reflections
much further should probably have made
an attempt to establish myself as ono Of
the leaders of the mode-as an arbitress in
society. But / was still too intent on
gsyety and enjoyment to care to direct
matters which did not amuse me, and 1
confined myself to the endeavor to be
amused in my own way.
Mrs. Hannibal st. Joseph, the wife Of
the great New York capitalist, who, at the
time Of my arrival cannot say led-who
leyered Newport society just as she had
been doing for some years, seemed at first
to think of trying to crush me by sort of
pondelous imitation of one of her hus-
bands Operations" but she became very
good humered as soon as she discovered
that Penny's fortune had been ahsurdly
overcstimated, and that was not going to
seduce her chef from her nor run rival
balls and buy up all the provisions in
town, nor make corner" in girls or fow-
ers, nor do anything of that sort, and
thought her first alarm quite as reasonable
as her subsequent good nature
Over her did not care to triumph, but
could not put up with the calm cheek"
of Mrs. Jonas Moderninstance, nee May
flower. That cultured Bostonian IAN ex-
ceedinsly clever woman, do not deny)
actually thought that was. or ought TO
be, afraid of her. l remember that ore