Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1891-11-27
THE L WBAILGOWN

Speaking Of circumstantial evidence, my
dear fellow. let me tell you a curious little
instance in my own life. 1t begins with
my wedding day. which was on May l,
1888, you remember, and it ends just a year
ago tonight. Let me pour you out a drop
more of this claret cup. No? Very we'll,
then, at least take a fresh cigar. will
put on one more lump of Liverpool and
then to my story.
You know that l married Julie Trowe,
of course, the sweetest, prettiest, brightest
little woman who ever breathed, and that
she made the loveliest bride the sun ever
shone upon; her trousseau-well, upon my
soul, l am not much even now on a wom-
ans garments-but she had the prettiest
lot of things" l believe they call them,
that were ever made, and among them was
a certain yellow ball gown. You remem-
Der it? Is it possible? A filmy, sheeny
sort of an affair, over satin, with great
trailing wreaths of golden rod trimming
isn't that what they call it?-trimming the
corsage and the train, and doing duty for
shoulder straps or sleeves, or whatever
they are.
I tell you, old fellow, when Julie came
down one night after we got home from
our wedding tour into this very little cozy
library of ours at No. 49, avenue, with
that gown on, ready to go to one of the
Assembly balls, l fairly jumped to my feet
with establishment at her beauty.
l caught sight of her first in the mirror
yonder-a perfect vision, a kind of golden
glory of w~omanhood, with her amber hair
all piled up On top of her stately little
head: those topazes | had given her-you
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you, during the first week of our engage
ment?-and her hands and arms encircled
in loose, wrinkled gloves of a fainter hue
than the gown. My dear sir, she was not,
as those artist fellows say, "a symphony
in yellow" out a perfect Gloria in goldl
l knew that my bride was a lovely girl,
but l had not thought she could be so
strikingly ~queenly and SO originally
unique, without the least touch of ques-
tionable dash in her appearance.
4 "Julie," l said, putting my arms around
her, you look like some angel come float
ing down from Paradise on a yellow sun
set cloud. Where did you get the idea of
this gown? 1t is a darling thing-a yellow
haired girl done up to match"
She laughed and put her two soft ar1ns
about my throat in a quaint little fashion
of her own.
"Why, Tom, you stupid fellow she
cried; "where did | get the idea from? In
deed, from myself, to be surel | thought
if a yellow girl had been so fortunate,'
and here the witch made a most sarcastic
little grimace, "as to capture the Hon.
Tom Marie, member of congress, perhaps
q continuation and expansion of the vel.
low theory might not prove unsuccessful. "
Julie laughed her own musical, ringing
laugh as l pressed her still more closely to
me in my assurance that l had not in my
life seen a woman so beautiful, so en-
trancing, so captivating as my w little
woman in her yellow ball gown.
We presently left for the assembly, and
you perhaps recall the sensation she made.
Ahl true, I remember, you we're east, but
you heard of. it when you got back. OF
course you did.
/ shall never forget the impression she
created as she entered that big, brilliant
room, leaning a little languidly as to the
touch of her arm on mine, but with hel
head SO proudly, royalty posed.
Every one fell down before her. Even
old General Beatty, who growls at the
mention of a woman's name, actually
asked my darling to dance a quadrille
with him-fact. And she did it, too, smil
ing up at old seventy rs If, pom my honor
It had been myself.
As we drove home / tried to tell her how
vain and proud I had been of her, and al
she did wal to bury her head on my shout
der and whisper. with a little amused
laugh:
$Sf#5 "Oh. Toni it was nothing-nothing il
this world but my yellow ball gown. If
had worn blue or pink or green no one
would nave taken the slightest notice oil
Mrs. Tom Marfe, but because she had the
aplomb to initiate nature in the color Of
her hair, and get on a gown to match in
stead Of to contrast with it, she has made
what society calls a sensation.
II should think she had, by Jovel' I re-
piled.
Well, a the season wore on it was curl.
Gus, but whenever the girl wore that gown
RE mads the most stirring success-not
Sa-STI