The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1893-01-20
a THOROUGHBRED.

a THOROUGHBRED.
Il wonder if I am never to have 3
sensation like other people! The
theatres are full of sensations and sc
are books. but am exactly like one
of Howells' heroines; l do nothing
but eat and tie my bonnet-strings-
var ed by buttoning my gloves; OIL
course one must wear gloves"
Miss Blerkinsop was speaking to
dearest and dearest" was Sophia
Higgin bothem. She and Miss Blen.
kinsop were just coming home from
the matinee one foggy afternoon.
Dear. if had your bon bons and
your check-book and your roses.
wouldn't be signing for sensation. "
Sophia answered.
''Ali the same / get desperately
tired of it. It's just what mamma
did and grandmamma did, and / shall
have to do forever and ever / sup
pose The heroine in the play this
afternoon had a perfect plethora OF
novelty. or course I don't want
ridiculous things to happen. but oh.
for Something besides Anstey Bever-
ly's bouquets and having to decide
what dress to wear!'
The two girls had reached the
steps of the 'Jacquerie. IAN uptown
family hotel deseryedly popular in
San Francisco and somewhat informal.
Here it was that Miss Blenkinsop had
come when she bid mamma and papa
good-by. They had sailed for the
continent with her invalid elder sister,
and SO the big house on California
street was darkened and shut up.
Dearest could not be prevailed
upon to enter. SO they stood talking
for a moment. Then Miss Blenkin-
sop. with her unfailing regard for the
conventionalities thinking they ought
either to come in or pass on. stopped
and kissed Sophia ever so lightly on
the cheek with that graceful inotfen-
sive and positive hint that she knew
how to give to perfection. and turned
in at the doorway. Then the weary
look settled down upon her face and
the tired STROLL so habitual with her
took the place of the unusual ANNA
ton she had shown moment before.
AS she had truly said. there was
but little except the brokers on Mont
gomery street to keep her alive. The
pretense of business she did" for
papa was her one revcL If it hadn' /
been for the florist she would have
been in bad way indeed. OF course
she dined out often and took tea
with her relations and went to the
theater but the small and earlies"
and the hopeless formalities OF
her code could not be said with can.
dor to be very giddy affairs Madame
Flasquets millinery house kept her
from actual despair while Michler's
confectionery palace saved her rea-
son.
AS an infant Miss Blenkinsop had
undoubtedly been an extremely prop
er one. who never made noises with
her lips when she took her milk. and
only cried at accommodating inter-
walls. and then with handsome apol
ogy. AS a young woman she was as
suredly all that was correct aud would
as soon thought of givinga parachute
drop in Golden Gate park as Of draw
ing her spoon towards her through
her soup. She rated looking around
over the glass while one drank ones
water or ones wine as San Quentin
otfense. A damp napkin had been
known to make her positively i'll; YET
she never stopped in the nice turn oil
a sentence when the waiter had spilled
an entire cup OF bouillon over hel
Redeemed shoulder and the bouillon
was hot
In the idiomatic dialect of to. day
Miss Blenkinsop was "a thorough.
bred"
Miss Blenkinsop never dreamed
every one was envying her he,
money and her lot in life. She sup
posed people had rything they
wanted anyway. If they hadn' t why
didn't they get somehow? She wa:
tall with clean length of limb {
low sweep of bust long lines to he1
back and quiet dignity of carriage
Her features had that aristocratically
pinched look which is the envy of thu
composite" American girl. and he1
small well-shaped head was set lik,
Il racing filly's. The noiseless fall o
her skirts. the dull old colors tina
she wore. the unpretentious yet fault
less fit of her clothes we're all char
=acteristic of her. Mrs. Morgensterl
had called her hand 'clawy" bu
then Mrs. Morgenstern's own wer
pudgy and broad-the trade hand
and were covered all over with spark
ling rings for breakfast. and Mrs
Morgenstern dressed in green an,
yellow. like an omelette, garnishe'
with parsley.
Miss Blenkinsop stopped at tn
desk in the lobby of the .Jacquerie
and asked with her inimita BILE an
slightly drawling accent: rs Their
any mail for me. Timothy?" No
rma'am." answered Timothy. An
there was about this brief dialogu
something of the red-tapiness tina
there is about court presentation.
If any comes for me kindly brin,
it to my room" and Miss .5lenkinso
lowered her tired eyes and passed on
She had reached her own room. whe
she noticed to her surprise that he
door was partly open. The key too
was in the lock and Miss Blenkinso
was positive that she carried the Ike
in her own nOcket It was inst nos