The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1891-04-24

it than / do" declared the lady, laugh
ing.
We'll, ought to, suppose"
Mrs. Mostyn was so mysJihed that,
for perceptible instant, she found abb
solutely nothing to say He evidently
imagined that she knew all about him.
With the tact of her sex, Mrs. Mostyn
promptly turned the talk into generali-
ties again, determining to ask her host
ess all about her fascinating neighbor
as soon as the ladies reached the draw
ing-room-
But the Fates were against her.
Lady Kendall was monOpolized by an
elderly matron, who never let go her
hostess till the men appeared from the
dining-room and when they did SO it
was Algie Upham who slipped into the
vacant chair by Mrs. Mostyn's side.
This was maneuver that is not in the
nature of woman to withstand
Come and dine with me on Friday
night she said, when she at last rose
to go; 100 Lowndes square. eight
o'clock. Don't say you can't; one or two
nice people are coming"
Il shall be more than charmed" re-
piled the young man, bending, in his
pretty half-foreign way, over the lady's
hand; 'but youIl come to my place one
day, won yOu' Lady Aenlat Is COM
ing tomorrow"
why, yes; / think / could go to-mor-
row. said Mrs. Mostyn, and so the
thing was settled
On the following day Mrs. Washing
ton Mostyn, who had put on her most
gorgeous attire-not having been long
enough in London to know that here
women do not bedeck themselves in the
afternoon-tripped down TO her little
coupe and directed the man to drive to
Lady Kendal's, thoroughly pleased with
herself and the world in general She
was going to see the charming young
man of the night before, and the charm
ing young man was going TO dine with
her on Friday. Moreover, she had on
her most becoming bonnet
The two ladies chatted costly as the
carriage bowled along.
I'm so glad you could come" said
Lady Kendall; I'm sure you'll think
his taste perfect He has such lovely
things
Lovely things?- inquired Mrs. Mos
tyn, with rising enthusiasm. She was
one OF those women who like their
heroes of the moment to be set, as it
were, in a FRAMEWORK of luxury.
Yes; brocades sucn as you can't get
for love or money. lie has them special
ly manufactured from his own designs
"Iic must be very rich," said the
American That's the sort of thing our
milliOnaires do at home"
We'll, Algie must make three or four
thousand a year, / should think, re-
joined Lady Kendall, thoughtfulIy.
You see, he's so we'll connected All
the smartest women in London go to
Algie."
If Mrs. Mostyn wondered for an in
stant how the society of smart women
justified such reckless extravaganza,
She said nothing, having 4 horror of APP
pearing ignorant of London or the ways
of London.
You got on capitally," continued
Lady Kendall; "Algio- is SO fond of
Americans. You see, they don't mind
what they spend"
''No?" said Mrs. Mostyn, who was
now thoroughly mystified: and just
then the carriage drew up at a smart
looking house in a Mayfair strect-a
house all painted white, with yellow
silk curtains and blinds, and daisies
and spiraea in the window-boxes.
The door was opened by man
servant in livery, and the ladies were
shown upstairs into a large room like
studio. The walls were of golden
leather, with draperies and curtains of
duh gold silk, and here and there 4
touch of turquoise-blue or faint pink in
wrought with gold added another note
TO the harmonious picture, in which the
white wood mantel-p piece, the soft Per
sian carpet and the exquisite old mezzo-
tints on the walls each played their
part One or two Chippendale cabinets
displayed specimens of rare Nankin.
the easy-cbairs and lounges invited you
10 chat, and on every table and in every
nook stood flowers and palms
His master was engaged for the mo-
ment the man announced, but would
be with the ladies in few minutes.
What perfectly charming studior'
cried Mrs MOStyn, peering round in
her pretty, short-sighted way: ''only /
don't see any canvases or the usual
artistic mess"
''Canvases-why should there be, my
dear?7
''Well, but isn't Mr.. Upham an art
ist?'
Artist" cried Lady Kendall, what an
ideal Why, don't you know?-l thought
everybody knew-Mr. Upham is the
fashionable dress-maker. His profess
him Algie. Why, I'm going 10 try on
my new Court bodice directly, and the
dear boy will tell me exactly what's the
matter with it"
For 4 moment Mrs Mostyn's head al
most reeled. She hardly knew if she
gave a scream, or IL she moved instinct
lively to the bell. Where was the door?
Where was her carriage?
Whether her mnrmured excuses con-
veyed any notion to Lady Kendall it is
difficult TO say, for in another moment
she had slipped downstairs.
dressmakcri Her charming young
mana man with whom she had already
had almost a fiirtation-was a dress
maker. 1t was preposterous-itw was i'm
possible. Why, there were a dozen
odius journalists who were capable of
telling the whole story in the American
papers; and, as Mrs Mostyn threw her
self into her coupe, she fairly groaned
as she remembered that she had herself
insisted on the presence of this impostor
at her first smart dinner in London
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