St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-07-05

| and where would
one be more apt to meet with an orig
| inal Inspiration or two than in crowd
of bright young people. Thus did l
reason before l went.
There was an uncommonly pretty lot
of girls. there usually is at Marwoods',
and according to custom the entire after
noon was given up to tennis and gossip,
| So many frocks and so many faults to
talk over, that when the bell rang for
supper at sundown nobody's poor little
virtues had been discovered as yet and
| Irritation had been simply out of the
| question.
With the o'clock train came the
musicians, and then the individual cups
| of happiness were filled to overflow
There had been some grumbling first
by the prettiest girls as to the positions
uf the hammocks, but the lovely hostess
was adamantine. She said they had
been swung by an old and experienced
| hand and so must remain. Where there
was one hammock there was Invariably
another not two yards distant, ''fOr So
ciability's sake" said the lovely hostess,
! and the prettieSt girls pouted Decom-
ingly. And wherever where swung
| those twin hammockS, why right above
was sure to be an extra row of bobbing
lanterns. ''for fear the moon might not
come out, and the dark would be so
awful" said the lovely hostess,
whereat tears actually came to the
| eyes of all the prettieSt girls at the
mere idea of the dark; and then the
music stationed itself in an angle of the
fine old porch, and the men began to
flock around for the prettiest girls pro-
| grammes. | gave mine up with sigh
! and fied-tO the darkest hammock of
them all. 1t was dear price to pay for
an inSpiration-three solid hours of
dancing, and no one knew of the QuiX
otto resolution but the lovely hostess.
| She said it was sweetly clever of me to
think of such thing, and that But
tons" could put out as many of the
lights as l desired. Then l got the
| trysting spot into a nice ShadOWy cOndi
ton, assumed Delsartian attitude of
Listening" and waited.
The MyOsOtiS waltz come first. That
divine thing-it never grows tiresome.
| had to recall all sorts of stories about
early Christian fortitude and Puritan
tirmness to prevent having Just that one
| dance with myself. As / was on the
point of giving away to the temptation
the music ceased, and they came across
the lawn arm in arm-the prettiest girl
of them all she waS-and finally, after
many affected shrieks and laughs. he
| ROb lile TWO VI Ill6Iu SGdJ6Q III my
| neighboring hammock.
II say, call this nice" he said. Il
knew him well, too, but l shall mention
no names.) There's not that horrid
glare of light, after ALL"
Ppm SO glad. 1t hurts ones eyes so,"
said she.
"Of course it does. Can't imagine.
anyway, why they want lanterns around
the place when your eyes"
"Oh. now. That lame old compli-
ment"
'WelI, won't. Here, let me fan you.
/ say, what's become of Maudie Darrell?
You used to be sort of er-chums, didn't
you?"
"Oh. yes; but that was quite while
ago:n
mot married, then?"
swell, really, couldn't say for sure"
"Oh, well, that's the way with you
| girls. YOU'RE all mercenary. l suppose
Harry Thomas hadn't enough cold cash
to suit her ladyship. Harry's a mighty
nice boy all the same, but he'll have to
learn that gold and not brains counts
with girls nowadays"
The tone was trifle bitter; and the
fair figure beside him sat up with jerk
that was almost disastrous.
There are still a few things for you
|
the angel in pink muslin. Zone of
them is that all girls are not mercenary.
Another is the truth about Maudie Oar
| rell. Her father forbade her to even
| look at Harry Thomas, and positively
commanded her TO marry Bert Altemus.
He has simply heaps of money, and
| Maud's own aunt told Mamma that he
wore a diamond ring on every finger
and was a perfect fool in every respectr
but Maudie, like the spoiled child that
she was, wouldn't notice him. And
they do say that she married Harry
quietly and is helping himtO run little
shop out in Fergus or Tombstone or
some outlandish place. So that shows
you"
II say bravo, Maudie! Nobly done~
"Oh, no." scornfully; "yOu say 'mer-
cenary Maudie.'"
'On my word of honor, Pm a convert
from this hour, and"-here the voice
sank to tantalizing whisper, and l
couldn't quite hear. AT any rate she
sprang up hastily with a confused
laugh: Goodness! you've tumbled my
hair fearfully! I've great notion not
the polacca. Give me my fan, please.
Phil will be quite out of patience.
Thanks" And away they went in the
direction they had come. So much for
matrimony and love of lucre. had
plenty to think of for a while, and was
so engTOssed. in fact. that | did not
know who my next neighbors were
until l heard the murmur of voices.
There two were evidently in the pre-
limInary stages of acQuaintanceship.
"Girls have lots of time for such things"
he was saying.
"Oh, beg your pardon" she retort-
| nd ssfhQfic ipnnrnScinn
men have got about US"
"COme, then" he persisted with re-
spectful curiosity, may l ask what
keeps you busy"
That's the very question papa asks
once q week, on the average. He al
ways seems to forget. and l know he
thinks / am perfectly lazy. In the first
place, at this season of the year, it is
my duty to keep the principal rooms of
the house supplied with fresh flowers.
and you can't imagine how tiresome
that is. Then there are letters to the
girls. You know what girls are if you
don't answer their letters. Well, in the
winter there is shopping in the morn
ing, calls in the afternoon, and some
thing else in the evening, and there's
your day."
"Oh, / see now. Then you never
read?''
"But do. I manage half-hOur for
that. now and. then"
"Oh, let me see now. Who is your
favorite author? DickenS?"
''Dickens!" her exclamation was one
of surprise "Gracious, no. There's
such lack of refinement about him.
Indeed, think he is quite common in
some places, don't you ?"
81 used to think girl who could ap-
preciate Dickens quite out of the COM
mon," answered this cynical youth.
courageously. aud l hugged the ham,
mock pillow for JOY. But she was at
the age when one doesn't mind such
things. evidently, we are not of the
same opinion" she said, comfortably.
almost too soon to reach that yer.
dict. isn't it? How about Scott, now?''
"Well, he's apt to become tiresome,
too, There's not enough love in his
books" She made this declaration with