San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-28

comes lelsurely TO them step Dy sUep. ehs
y holding low Etruscan lamp in enc haRd
upon level with her head, and there Is jAS
the 1alntest suspicion Of smile about her
usually irresponsible lips
No one speaks until her feet touch the
Hall, when little murmur, indistinct yet
distinctly admiring, arises to greet her.
u hope don't look-foolish," she ssvs,
with as much nervousness in her tone as
can possibly BIO expected from her.
"Oh, Hernia, you are looking too lovely"
says Olga, with burst of genuine snthuS-
asm. rs she not, Owen?''
But Mr.. Kelly makes no reply.
A slight tinge Of color deepens Mrs. Hsr-
rick's complexion as she turns TO him.
Poor Mr.. Kelly" she says, the amused
flicker of smile fitting over her fsee,
which has now grown pale again. "Whass
situation! Therel don't sully yeur esl-
science; l will let you OF your lie. That Ia
where an cid friend comes in 50 useful, ysa
see."
AT all events, 1 don't see where the lie
would come in. But as you do, Of sourso
shall say nothing" says Kelly.
"What PygmalionP' says Olga, in htsh
disgust "And what speech! ContenpG-
Bile! I don't believe any Galatss would
come to life beneath your touch. 1t would
bs IS cold Is marble itselfT'
So saying, she moves away to whore Mon
lea is standing, looking quite the sweetest
thing in the world, as
"A nun demure, Of lowfy port"
'Shs has prophesied truly" says Kelly,
in low tone, turning to Mrs. Herrick. 81
fear nv Galatea will never wake to life fer
me-"
A subdued boil tinkles in the distance.
Our summons" says Mrs. Herrick, Is
though grateful to It; and presently she b
standing upon pedestal, pale, motionless,
with rapt Pygmalion at her feet, and sons
Pompeian vases and jugs (confscated frsn
the draving-room) in the background.
And then follow the other tableaux, and
then the stage is deserted, and, music sound
| ing in the distant ballroom, every one rises
and makes step in its direction, the hearts
Of some Of the younger guests beating IN
time to it.
where are you going?" says Ulic Re-
nayne, seeing Olga about to mount the stairs
once more.
ITO help the others to get into civilized
gsrb,-Hermia and Monica, l mean. Lady
Teazle l consider capable of looking after
herself" o..
Him! you say thats 1 thought Miss Fia-
gerald was friend Of yours?'
"Then you thought like the baby you are.
No! Women, like princes, find few real
friends. But one in hundred can fill that
character gracefully, and Bella is not tAse
one"
She turns to run up the stairs. "Woal,
don't be long," says Mr.. ROnayne.
"Pll be ready in minute" she says; and
in twenty-five she really is.
Monica, who has had Kit to help her.
such an admiring, enthusiastic, fatterias
kits soon redressed, and has run down
stairs, and nearly into Desmond's arms,
who, of course, is waiting on the lowest step
to receive her. She is now waltzing with
him, with heart as light as her feet.
Hermias progress has been slow, but Miss
Fitzgerald's slOwest of all her elaborate
toilet and its accessories taking some tine
to arrange themselves; she has been an
noyed, too, by Olga Bohun, during the earlier
part of the evening, and consequently feels
it her duty to stay in her room for while
and take it out Of her maid. So long is she
indeed that Madame o Connor (most alton
tive of hostesses) feels it her duty to csRs
upstairs 10 find her.
She does find her giving way to diatribes
of the most virulent that have Olga Bohul
for their theme. Mrs. Fitzgerald, standing
by, is listening to, and assisting In, the de-
famatory speeches. 4
"Hey-day! what's the matter nowp' says
Madame, with q bonIlommie completely
thrown away. Miss Fitzgerald has giyoa
the reins to her modification, and Is pre-
pared to hunt O'ga to the death. {
y think 1t is disgracetul the license Ma
Bohun allows her tongue" she says, angrily,
still smarting under the little speech she
had gOadad Olga into making her an hour
ago. I'VE have just been talking about it.
She says the most wounding things, and 90
euses people openly Of thoughts and actions
OF which they would scOrn to be guilty. And
this, too, when her own act ons are so hope
lessly faulty, so sure to be animadverted up
on by all decent people"
''Yes, yes, indeed" chimes in her mother,
rs in duty bound. Her voice is feeble, but
her manner vicious.
THE shameful way in which she employs
nasty unguents of all kinds, and tries by
every artificial means to heighten any besa-
ty she may possess is too absurdly transpar-
ent not to be known by all the world" goes
on the irate Bella. "Who runs may read
the rouge and yeoutine that covers her faca
And as for her lids, they are so blackened
that they are positively dirtyi Yet she pre-
tends she has handsome eyes and lashesp
But, my dear, she may well lay claim 10
her lsshes. All the Egyptian charcoal h
the world could not make them long ana
curly. Nature is to be thanked for them"
You can defend her if ysu like" says
Bella, Historically, "but to my mind her
conduct isis positively Immoral II is
cheating the public into the belief that she
has skin when she hasn't"
But I'm sure she has; we can all see it."