San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-07-24

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 APP
peared above us. | felt a great peace Of
spirit and happiness. If the way to
| Newport lies through such scenes as
these, thought, what must Newport be?
And when, indeed, | found myself in
that earthly paradise | rejoiced, for my
dream of happiness was realized. And
what change had been made in me in
one years time.
What a contrast there was between
Ethel Jones and Ethel Charter! A year
ago | had been an ignorant, though am
bilious girl: for me dusty row of
hotels, a narrow programme of provin-
cial gayeties and foolish romance, over
which | could now smile with perfect
| equanimity, had been food for my soul.
| Now was a woman, calm and secure;
| before me was spread a magnificent land
scape, a glittering society; the life which
| was to live was full and stimulating.
Heavens" thought to myself, sit is
but a year since Bran Boullter was the
sun of my system, and now find that
he is only a star in a system so vast that
need telescope to see out of it"
leaned back comfortably in my
coupe and drew my light wrap about my
shoulders as | drove home from the
first dinner given i'll my honOr-a year
before | would have scampered back to
the hotel along the moonlit shore with
Bran by my side. Il have much to
learn" thought, but | can learn in a
day what other women would take years
to comprehend. Let me shake off the
last vestiges of my bread and butter
days and be Il woman of the world" If
| had pursued such train of reflections
much further | should probably have
made an attempt to establish myself as
one of the leaders of the mode-as an
arbitress in society. But was still too
intent on gayety and enjoyment to care
to direct matters which did not amuse
me, and | confined myself to the en-
deavor to be amused in my own way.
Mrs. Hannibal st. Joseph, the wife of
tie great New York capitalist, who, at
the time Of my ARRIVAL cannot say led
who levered Newport society just as
she had been doing for some years,
seemed at first to mink of trying to
crush me by sort Of ponderOus imita-
zion OS one of her husbands "opera-
lions, but she became very good hu-
mOrGd as soon as re discovered that
Pennys fortune had cen absurdly over
HC+i bat
seduce her chef from her, nor run rival
balls and buy mp all the provisions in
town, nor make corner in girls or
flowers, nor do anything of that sort:
and l thought her first alarm quite as
reasonable as her subsequent good nat
ure.
Over her did not care to triumph
bat | cCuid not put up with the calm
CHECK" Of Mrs. Jonas Moderninstance
nee Mnyd0wer. That cultured Bostonian
ian exceedingly clever woman, do not
deny actually thought that | was, or
ought to be, afraid of her. | remember
that one evening after dinner at Mrs
st. Joseph's she and | and Kaaterskill
LangtOn had in some manner been
thrown together-and she was in very
bad humor. She need not have minded
Mr.. LangtOn, who was the best natured
man in the world (and every body knows
who the Hudson LangtOns are), and as
for me, was at least intelligent.
But at dinner she had not been put
anywhere near ProfessR Drciddop, the
great German idealst, and he had de-
parted Immediately after the repast, and
thus she had been unable to put to him
her famous question, which was under
stood to have formed the basis of al ar-
ticle by her in The Atlantic Monthly
us to whether Schopenhauer's pessimism,
when read by the light Of sentence from
one of Mr, EmersOn'S casLyS, did not ap-
pear to be optimism in disguise. While
she was sitting with US and still in the
sulks On account Of her disappointment
we somehow began talking of "A beauti-
| full Boston girl who moved about III the
whirl Of society at Newport, calm, pale,
lovely and dignifed. who smiled like a
saint and was supposed to be a sort Of
mystical compound of medievalism,
| transcenaeItalism and eruditiOn--and !
very naturally acquiesced in Mrs. Mod
erEinstauce's praises Of this remarkable
young lady; and Mr.. Langton said:
"Awfly Handsome: awf'ly clever, by
George. but can't make her out. Nov
a fellow can make out Mrs. Charter, you
know-she don't confuse our heads, you
know, though she does confuse our
hearts. Eth, Mrs. Charter"
Mrs. Moderninstance, went on, still
speaking Of her Young woman:
Il think she may fairly be said to be a
type, somewhat sublimated, perhaps, but
still distinctly type of northern growth.