The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-01-11

WNen Slo cOulO De OF use 10 nlln, anu
then she was always ready. She made
him pay, as the vernacular hath it, but
she let it cost him nothing. In short,
though she and her husband had almost
no tastes or traditions in common, they
were completely in harmony, had no
children, and were model of New York
domestic virtue, happiness and prosperi-
ty. 1t is no small thing for a husband
to be able to affirm that his wife has not
had his study busted for week, nor
launched even an opnque criticism at
his African lemur.
Such as they were the Cadwalader
Dinsmores made up their minds to ex-
tend the right hand of hospitality to
Mile. Mariana. Mrs. Cadwalader called
on her in person, and Wallie, as a mat
ter of course, in the shape of his name
written on piece of pasteboard. The
diva's acceptance having been secured
the other invitations were issued, and
the day arrived.
"You viii have to put in an appear
ance," said Wallie to Godfrey Belling-
ham during the previous week. You
built the opera house, and decency de-
mands it,
1.-THE more reason why not, )" the archi-
tect replied. Il should have to be intro
duced, and don't care for it,
''You will have to come the other re-
peated calmly. ''Do you want the wo-
man to be disrespectable?'
Its none of my business"
ut is. A woman is what her asso-
ciates are. If respectable people don't
receive her they are to blame if she
cuts up"
IF she were a novice-but she's no.
torious.''
You affect Phariseeism in imitation
of your Puritan ancestors. But this
poor girl is neither witch nor Quaker.
Her notoriety comes from her genius;
the rest is mere hearsay, which it's none
/ Of your business to attend to. intend
that she shall leave New York without
spot on her reputation, and you must
bear hand. Otherwise you're not the
fellow l took you for" Wallie knew
/ Bellingham better and had 1nore infu-
ence over him than any one else, and
/ the end Of it was that Bellingham con-
scented to come.
There were less than twenty persons
at the dinner. The dining room walls
were of a soft Indian red hue, the wood
work being mahogany and maple. The
/ flowers on the table were yellow and
blue. The room was lighted by tinted
wax candles, each provided with little
colored shade. Everything looked cool,
fresh and sweet. The host and hostess
received their guests IN the adjoining
drawing room. By previous arrange
ment Mile Mariana and Mrs. Bemax
were the first to arrive The diva was
dressed in something white, of 1.-THE
and feathery effect, giving the impress.
sion of beautiful great bird. Hel
heart was up, for this was her first If.
revocable step in her assumed personal
ity. She was a high spirited girl, and
having entered upon her course she had
laid aside fear and irresolution.
Whatever she did she would do with
her might. Such a vision of purity ant
loneliness as she was did not often en-
ter New York drawing room. Sh,
gave her hand first to Mrs. Cadwaladel
and then to Wallie. The latter graspeC
it cordially. and seemed about to sd,
something, but suddenly checked him
self, and looked at her with an odd. per
picked expression, like man who i
taken by surprise. Doubtless so mucl
10 10
After a moments hesitation he said
I'm glad to welcome you to this coun
try, mademoiselle. hope you will lear
to feel like an American as much as yol
already look like one"
''Thank you; if it is American to fee
happy then l am one,' she answered
and it was observable as she spoke tina
this foreign lady's pronunciation was re
markedly accurate. Wallie forbore t
make the observation, however; he onl
took his chin between his thumb an
forehnger with quietly smiling look.
Mrs Cadwalader said: ''What deli
cious lace, Mademoiselle Mariana! 1t
like frost work on ivory. viii you tax
a cup of tea:''
Mile. Mariana declined, and present.
the other guests began to arrive.
There was Mr.. Barcliffe, wool mel
chant, but for social purposes an anna
teur composer. He was small, slender
lively man, with gray hair and an i'm
mense gray mustache, like great ba
across the lower part of his face; he ha
the air of always standing ON tiptoe t
peep across this bar with sportivt
twinkhng expression. There was Nj
! Bidgood, a rosy. roistering, spherics
parsonage, bald headed and short c
breath; he smiled at you with pent
!, trating look, as if there were a privat
joke between you and himself which
would rot do to mention.
There was Mr.. Grasmere, tall, COURT
and romantic, with a resonant voice an
an occasional CLEAN from beneath hi
upper eyelids, as if his soul were kindlin
within him. He had been lawyer b
profession, but had married well, an
was now the proprietor of an artist
weekly. There was Mr.. Knight, a di
tinguished politician with fresh con
plexion, clear cut features, powerfl
!, black eyes and snow white hair; h
bearing was covertly condescending, &
though he were reluctant to have yo
realize how greatly he was your sup
rior. There was Mr.. Damon, also whit
haired and white bearded, somewhi
: unsuccessful publisher, but gifted wit
a warm heart, keen wit and bite
tongue. There was certain uncover
tional wrath and heat about him, mike
: with laughter and mockery, and notl
= ing seemed to delight him so much as I