The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-03-05

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else. He ateflve plates and then they
brought on q ten course dinner. Man
sat for three hours full Of soup. Terrible
bore, he said. Got to 20 now. Just
dropped in to say an aunt Of mine in
England had died and left me $4,000.
Going to give breakfast to the pFsttiest
girl in town just in the way Of celebra-
tion. You are all invited. Ta, ta. Re-
member me to your mother. No, thank
you. Never drink before ladies-betore
luncheon, mean"
Mr.. Smythe shakes hands once more
all round the group and departs, after
assuring each girl that she looks like q
pink rose at sunrise.
The young ladies laugh, say Mr.. smythe
Is q dear little. fellow, and then plunge
once more into conversation.
"What are you going to wear at the
Gasterbilk ball tomorrow night, dear?"
yellow, think"
THAT will 60 90 well with your beauti.
ful black hair. Oh, by the way, shall
you be at the Bronson-ShaTps this after.
noon?"
"No. I've got to 90 down and buy 800
presents for that Sunday school in Eighth
street. Our society insisted that Ishould
do II and I've got $500 in my pocket to
to do II with. Some one has got to help
me, for l don't know what the poor little
things would like"
Get them each pair Of trousers"
"But half Of them are girls, child"
The servant enters and announces the
fencing master.
81 can't fence to-day, Walters" said
Dorothy. ''Tell N. Castillard am sorry
to have troubled him. Ishould have sent
him word. Ask him II he will not have
glass Of port and biscuit in the dining
room. Now, girls, come to my boudoir
and talk to me while am putting on my
riding habit. Jack will be here in a few
moments."
The four young ladies scampered up
over the stairs and shut themselves in
the soft perfumed little room where Celine,
the maid, aids her beautiful mistress 10
exchange her morning costume for the
habit. As the door swings to, . peculiar
harp, which sends forth aeolian harmony
when agitated, fills the air with sweet
Uess.
A small tortoise shell kitten in q huge
yellow silk ruffle leaps to the shoulder Of
the prettiest Of the visitors, and rubs its
face in the fur Of the young lady's cape.
A running fire Of conversation is kept up.
Dorothy vanishes into the adjoiningrcom
at critical moment during her toilet,
and when she returns she Is ready for her
horse, with the exception Of her silk hat
and crop, which await her on the table.
A knock at the door is answered by her
maid, who comes back with q card for
her mistress.
JACK.
''It's jack" she says, and the color Of
young roses rises up from her throat into
her cheeks. Down stairs the bevy Of
beauties flies. Jack is lounging up and
down the hall, beating his boot with his
crop and humming an air from Poor
Jonathan" He offers his salutations to
all the young women, and while prepar-
ing to make n graceful remark to the
three callers those thoughtful young
ladies kiss Mistress Dorothy farewell and
rush from the house. Aservant is rapidly
escaping through the gloom Of the back
hall. The house is very still. One may
hear the old fashioned clock ct the head
Of the stairs ticking away the seconds.
One may also hear
No matter what one may hear. One
must be very sharp Of ear to distinguish
the soft sound.
The door opens, and the pale light Of
the street streams into the room. Down
at the curb stands two saddle horses in
the hands Of Erooms. The young people
look at one another and speak. Passers
by might believe they spoke of the
weather.
"Then that gin cocktail lord does not
stand ghost Of show? ?" says Jack.
mot unless you commit suicide or run
away or do some other dreadful thing"
replies the girl, starting down the steps.
You're an angel" whispers Jack,
running close at her side.
"Oh, no, I'm not" says Dorothy over
her shoulder. "I'm society girl. There's
tremendous difference"
As the two ride up the avenue toward
the park the people on the sidewalks turn
to look ct the exquisitely slender figure
Of the girl, who sits her horse with the
confidence and unconscious grace Of an
amazon. She is by all means the most
beautisul thing in sight, though cathe-
drals and palaces rear themselves proudly
on every side.
II must be back by l2," she calls TO
her companion. "I muet workon head
that I'm going to give oyOu. The sculp-
ture teacher Is coming at noontime. Call
for me at 8 and III let you take me to the
oratorio at the opera house."
As the smooth and soft bride path Of
the park is reached and Dorothy starts
her long limbed hunter into sharp can
ter the onlooker Is not 90 sure that the
difference is % very wide between the
best type Of society girl and the alleged
angel.-ch'cdgO Times.