Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-03-18
From Good Words.

{RN MA fA hou were making {
cake in the kitchen. Dc
You remember
II think do"
And Molly and Charles Hartley were on the
lawn outside playing at tennis"
But Annie and Tom were playing, too"
II did not say they were not That yerv dav
l warned You that You were allowing Molly to
see great deal too much Of Charles HARTLEY.
unless you wanted her to marry a man who has
not three hundred year.
"Of course, 1t is q wretched MARRIAGE .oy
Molly with her looks
Il should think it was. That is why warned
you. IL Is such a pity that some people will
never listen to good advice till it is too late
IN. hope it is not too late. Anna?''
"Humph! wha. do you intend to do?"
~ don know OF course, / can't afford 10
take Molly anywhere. but if she could 20 away
1 think the change would put it out of her
mead He Is Wild about her. but / really don't
think she cares very much for him yet"
she ought to go where her mind might be
opened and her ideas elevated. Living in the
poky way people do here the girl has no idea
what life is like in = really good house. She
doesn understand what she is throwing away
oy making such bad marriage; she should
spend fortnight with the Templetons'
II wish she could" cried Mrs. Marsham
iervently, for Of the srlendor OF the Temple
tons estab lishment she had heard yery often
from her sister
II will arrange it, said this excellent
aunt.
About ten daye later Molly was driving NJ
the long road that led from the lodge gates Of
Brennington Park to the house her citation
silgnsiy chilled by the fact that she was seated
IN The village iy instead OF in one of those i'm
posing equipages go often described by her
aunt Nothing. however, even III '.Sybilla's"
novels, could surpass her reception at the hall
hr fn,n~
zLng vista presented by the three resplendent
drawing rooms through which she was piloted
py the butler. In the lsst the smallest and tie
most iuxuriously furnished of the three Molly
was received by Mrs. Templeton. She was an
elderly woman, still pretty, as well as elegant,
out ner careworn expression curiously re-
minded Molly of her friend Mrs. Brown. whose
hfework 1t was to bring up eigh: children on
something like two hundred a wear Mrs
iempietons manner. though plaintive, was
KIND and having offered Molly some tea she
turned to beautifully engraved tray covered
with exquisite china and silver and poured it
out In rather haphazzard fashion. putting in
the cream which Molly refused and leaving out
the sugar which she had asked for. But tina.
did not account for the quality of the beverage.
which was unlike anything Molly had ever
tasted. 1t is only served, usually. in the
houses of the great but can be made m the
numbiest dwelling by pouring tepid water on
the tea leaves and allowing them to soak for
hours.
The bread and butter which accompanied
THIS was SO thin as to be almost trans parent,
and, as such. failed to crafty Molly's plebsian
taste. She habitually ate more at this meal
than at any other. and her journey had made
ner unusually hungry, SO she thought rather
wistfully OF the brown cakes and steaminR cups
now being handed about at home
II am 80 sorry" said Mrs. Templeton, "that
could not send the carriage to meet YOU, but
l took mother a long drive yesterday, and Mr..
Iempieton thought the horses must rest today,
as they are the only pair in the stable which are
not laid up ct present. Horses are . great
anxiety; don't you think so?''
Molly explained that it was one with which
her family had not been burdened.
You are most fortunate" said Mrs Tenn
pleton with real feeling. I'VE hire Q great deal:
l wish we could do SO more, only, Of course, it
seems rather extravagant when we have ten or
twelve horses Of cur own. But dislike taking
them out for they are SO often ill afterward,
and MIR. Templeton is very particular about
them; and yet never 60 further than Giles,
the coachman, wishes me to 60. and always let
him choose the road. too, which is tiresome for
the hilliest drives are sometimes the prettiest,
and, OF course, he thinks the fat way best for
the horses. What should really like above
everything would be little donkey that might
drive myself, and 60 out with whenever liked,
but Mr.. Templeton will not hear Of it. Will
you have some more tea? Perhaps you would
like to see your ROOM
This room, which they reached by palatial
staircase and long corridor lined with pic
lures. was SO large thar it rather overpowsred
Molly. As she stood in the center Of a great
plain of carpet and saw the yellow brocade cur
'ains at one end family reflected in the cheval
glass at the other, she felt little solitary and
wondered an1iously what it would be like at
night Large as it was, however, Molly, who
had an incouvenient passion for fresh air must
needs open, or, at least, try to open, one Of the
great windows. The effort exhausted much
strength and time, and finally in despair she
ventured to ring the bell, or, at least to pull the
bell rope, for. though she did this with some
vehemence five or Elk times, the maid who at
last brought in her hot water denied having
heard . sound. However, she at once fetched
a footman and, by their united strength, they
managed at last to lower the heavy sash.
All this helped to pass away the time till 8
o'clock, when the gong sounded, and Molly, all
in white, went down to dinner She was the
only guest, and was thus conducted 10 the
dining room by Mr.. Templeton, who was fatter
and ruddier than his wife, but not much hap
pier looking. The dinner, served by five ser-
wants in what might have been called Q ban.
quoting hall, was . triumph Of gastronomic art
The menu alone would have made Q gourmets
mouth water. Unfortunately it was rather
wasted on those before whom it was spread
Molly disliked everything rich and rare in the
way of eating, and would have been much better
picoSeo Win OroaO anu jam; Mfs. IempletOn
had no appetite, and Mr.. Tsmpleton, the only
one capable Of approaching what was set before
him, had been ordered by Sir Michael Smith to
dine on q mutton chop and q plain boiled
potato. One part Of the repast, however, Molly
did thoroughly enioy-the large purple grapes
handed to her at dessert. The mere sight Of
them seemed to disagree with Mr.. Templeton.
Emily. he cried in a sharp, peevish tone,
leaning forward to see his wife's face, hidden
from him by the gilt candelabrs and massed
orchids In the center of the table, where do
these grapes come from?"
II think they come from Browns"
From Browns! How much does he ask for
them?"
~ am not quite sure, but 1 think Mrs. Davis
said they were 2s. or Sc. . pound"
Three shillings pound! And keep eight
gardenera and We use tons Of coal year in the
vineries!'"
Yes. James, but We never have any Rrapes."
'The vines are covered with punches Of
grapes"
ayes, james, but they are not nearly at to
eat"
well, should think you could wait tin they
are. suppose you can live without grapes I
never heard OF such extrayagance in my Life"
This was only form Of speech, however. for
1t would seem that Mrs. Templeton bad been
guilty OF many like extravaganoes, ali Of which
her husband began now to remember and to
recount, ending with the glaring instance Of
her having bought violets In the spring.
II haven't bought any s,ncs," said Mrs. Tenn
pleton meekly. The little bunch In my bou-
DOR Mrs. Bennett gave me. / cannot think how
1t IL; they keep NO gardener, only man who
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