St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-04


drve?'
NO. Wilkinson. Tell Mr.. Rutherford
| am a trifle indispoSed-oh. no, don't
do that. He will see me in the park
later. Tell HIM Pm engaged i'll my
sculptor Glass;
"Oh. Dorothy" cried one of the young
women as the servant leaves the room,
81 heard some one order bracelet for
you at Titfany's the other day. | sha'n't
let you know who it was"
diamonds"
diamonds and pearls"
Its Jack, then, and he must have
stolen the money to do it with. He's
such dear fellow. How do you like
my hair down in c0il?"
Lovely! Is that one of your Worth
dresseS?'
Yes; rather pretty, isn't it?''
lawfully. Isn't that loose look at
the waist Just swell? And those puffy
sleeves. They are dreams. How did
you ever think of that sweet checkered
jacket? It's all so soft and flOaty, isn't
it?''
Walters appears with the cocktails.
They are called cherry cocktails for the
reason that each contains a preserved
cherry, which the young women pick
cut OF the glass with their finger tips
after consuming the slight draught of
vermouth and whisky. On the tray
with the cocktails is a small crystel
dish filled with sugered rose leaves.
Wilkinson, the other servent, bears
into the room card upon a silver plate.
.'Oh, it's little Teddy Smythe, girls"
cried Dorothy, reading the card. Lets
have him up here minute"
The next moment Teddy Smythe ap-
"a 10 mi
man, with very red face, white teeth
and twinkling eyes. He shakes hands
very methodically with all the girls,
holding their fingers even with his chin
as he does SO.
Brilliant Mi Slnythe.
"Haww exclaimed Mr.. Smythe.
went to jolly good variety show the
other night, girls. Man there said he
went TO dinner party at McCarty's
Mr.. McCarty served soup first, and man
anything else. He ate five plates,
and then they brought on
ten-course dinner Man sat for
three hours full of soup. Terrible bore.
he said. Got to go 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 prettest girl in
town just in the way of celebration.
You are invited. Ia, ia. Remember
me to your mother. No, thank you.
Never drink before ladies-before
luncheon. mean.
Mr.. Smythe shakes hands once more
all round the group and departs, after
assuring each girl that she looks like a
pink rose at sunrise.
The young ladies laugh, say Mr..
Smythe is dear little fellow. and then
plunge once more into conversation.
What are you going to wear at the
GaSterbilk ball to-morrsW night, dear?'
yellow. Think
That will go so well with your beau
tlful black hair. On, by the way. shall
you be at the Bronson -Sharps this after
noon?'
mo. Eve got to go down and buy
800 presents for that Sunday school in
Eighth street. Our society insisted that
| should do it, and Eve got $500 in my
pocket to do it 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 M. Castillard | am
sorry to have troubled him. l should
have sent him word. Ask him If he will
not have glass Of port and biscuit in
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 mis-
treSS to exchange her morning costume
for the habit. AS the door swings to, a
peculiar harp, which sends forth aolian
harmony when agitated, fills the air
with sweetness.
A small tortoise shell kitten IN huge
yellow silk rut1le 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 yanishes into the ad-
Joining room at a critical moment dur
ing her toilet, and when she returns she
IS ready for her horse, with the eXcep-
ton 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 card for her mistress.
lack.
Its jack" she says, and the color of
young roses riSes up from her throat
into her cheek. own 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 saluta-
lions to all the young women, and
while preparing to make a graceful re-
mark to the three callers, those thought
full young ladies kiss Mistress Dorothy
farewell and rush from the house. A
servant is rapidly escaping through the
gloom of the back hall. The house is
very still. One may hear the old
fashioned clock at 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 grooms. 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, Pm not" says Dorothy over
her shoulder. "I'm a society girl,
There's tremendous difference.''
AS the two ride up the avenue toward
the park the people on the sidewalks
turn to look at the exquisitely slender
figure of the girl, who sits her horse
with the confidence and the uncon-
sclous grace Of an amazon. She is by
all means the most beautiful thing in
sight, though cathedrals and palaces
rear themselves proudly on every side.
81 must be back by 12.' she calls to
her companion. ~ must work ON