Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1893-08-04

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"And Newport Is so dcltghtul7"
"Who is that young man who looks
80 much like horse?" asked of Mr.. Glib
son.
MY dear Mrs. Clifton, how can you
say such things? That is Mr.. Sutherland,
young man of the greatest consequence.
He is very rich, very aristocratic, a little
given to gaming. and, they say, rather
too fond of horse racing and such little
expensive amusements. However, if he
doesn't injure his fortune, no matter. He
will soon have sown his wild oats"
HE looks to me as if he were in the
habit of eating them"
HE! he!' said Mr.. Gibson, who never
laughed sincerely at any joke at an arts
tocrat.
"And who is that little woman who
looks SO much like a poodle dog?"
Nov, Mrs. Clifton, you are too badi
That is Mrs Smithson, the most exclu
sive woman here. Allow me to say that
if Mrs. Smithson and Mrs. PASTOR ask to
be introduced to you your fortune is
made! mean at Newport"
l must confess was little angry at
the imagined condescension of these Ia
dies, but l knew Mr.. Gibson, and for.
gave him, for remembered his strabis
mus.
who is the lovely woman with roses
in her hair, who is taking such care Of
| the stupid little man by her side2"
| "Ah! that is Mrs. Morris Borrowo, the
beauty, the petted Of fortune, so amiable,
so careful too! Never hear anything
against Mrs. Morris Borrowed And the
little man, twice her age, is Mr.. Morris
/ Borrowe, married by an ambitious moth
er. Every one said too bad. but i'm
mensely rich. She really seems to like
him though; perhaps wary and deep
don't know. These innocent looking ones
are the ones sometimes, Mrs. Clifton, he
hep
/ If Mrs. Morris Borrowe was deep
one" she was very deep, for innocence
and truth sat enthroned on her face, and
kindness beamed from her whole de-
meanor.
"Who is that fine intellectual, man
down the table,"
"Ah! Warden Wood, very distin-
guished, but not a marrying man."
"And the blink eyed YOUTH"
Mrs. PASSIONS son; very good dancer.
| And the nice looking party beyond.
i lmean the father and daughters
| Don't know them," answered Mr..
Gibson with whitening enunciation.
wonder if any description Of type can
give the force to this remark which Mr..
Gibson gave. 1t was as if the destroy
ing angel said to shivering wretches on
the brink of the gulf: go down and
never hope to rise! Twice wretched
wretches, go down! down! DOWN.
There is nothing in Milton more ter
rifio than this sentence, pronounced by
your true wording. It says unimagina-
bic things. and little Is knew Of the
world l felt solemn conviction that
that father and those daughters were
driven out of the inner world Of fashion
as utterly as was Lucifer elected from
paradise.
Sister Rose had a distinguished sue
cass the first dinner, for Mr.. Sutherland,
who sat opposite. began to stare at her.
Poor Rose. looking up unconsciously,
saw his eyes fixed upon her. and looking
down blushed over face, neck and arms.
Sutherland was not accustomed to that
sort Of thing. the coy maidens at whom
he generally stared were past blushing.
and he doubtless had q sensation very
like that which thirsty traveller expert
ences when he finds fresh strawberry
by the side of dusty road-he intended
from that moment to refresh himself
with the unexpected fruit.
Mr.. Gibson found it out Immediately.
'See." he exclaimed, Switzerland il
staring at Rosei That is an immsnse
compliment"
IAN immense insult" said I, taking
fire at once.
"Now, Mrs. Clifton, be quiet. Ny
good friend, you do not know this world
a. l do. Why, men will look at hand
some girls, and Sutherland is a little
spoiled, but man Of such positionl Dc
listen to reason and be quiet. II you
want to have Rose see society, you must
not quarrel with it at once because some
, Of its modern innovations do not square
| with your very retired and peculiar no
tions."
But, Mr.. Gibson, my retired notions,
rs you please to call them, have beer
considered the rules of gentlemanly con
duct since the world was young. Why,
, what did chivalry mean; what does po
etry. romance. mean; what does civiliza-
, ton mean if not that man being strong
shall protect, yes, graciously and respect
fully protect, woman and not insult he,
. -stare"-
You talk very we'll, dear Mrs. Cliff.
ton. | don't doubt. uncommonly well.
but it has no sort of effect at Newport
not the least. not the leastl You might
talk forever about chivalry. but rather
think nobody, at least not the young
men. would know what you meant. and
II they did they would not care-no,. not
they. They would stare just as much,
and the girls don't dislike it-hel he!
Mrs. Cliftonr
Well. thought l would swallow my
disgust and bear with modern innova-
tons" had come to Newport; l was
undoubtedly rustic; my ideas might
change.
After dinner / was presented to sew
eral ladies. They were faultlessly
dressed. handsome, many of them fine
musicians and good inguists. and an.
ticipated much pleasure. What were
the subjects we talked about? The rival
claims of the different houses!
There. with the far sounding sea"
singing immortal anthems in our ears,
with night above our heads such as
Lord Byron wrote verses about, and
compares, as somebody irreverently says,
to BLACK eyed woman" these edu-
Gated. accomplished creatures could find
nothing to say but on the all important
point Of which was the more fashionable.
the Fillmore or the Bellevue!
asked Mrs. PASTOR who was the fine
looking woman in blue whom l saw in
the parlor.
"Oh, that Is Mrs. Akerly, an old friend