Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-10-02
WARD M,ALLISTER CRUSHED.
Maggie Cline's Breezy Self Introduction
Left the Social A rbiter SPECIFICS.

Maggie Cllnc>S breezy Sell
Left the Social A rbiter Speeches..
The second Pullman car in the Boston
special which pulled out of the Grand
Central station few days ago had an
unusual share of distinguished people
aboard. Society was represented by
Ward McAllister. Miss Cliff and Mr..
Bertschman, son of the Swiss consul
general; yachting was represented by
young Mr.. Slater, who owns nearly half
of the suburbs of New London; medi-
cine was represented by DR.. Ferd G.
Valentine; the law was represented by
Assistant Corporation Counsel Sweet
ger; newspaperdom was represented by
a reporter, and the stage was represent
ed by several members Of the 'tProdigal
Father" company and by the Irish song
bird, Maggie Cline.
Miss Cline had just returned from
three weeks vacation in the Catskills
and was as breezy and sparkling as the
summit of Kaaterskill mountain. Her
wealth of auburn hair was artistically,
arranged, and she wore all her dia-
monds, including the companion to the
earring she lost at the races this sum-
mer, which now shimmers on lace pin.
She was going to Bridgeport to begin an
engagement with the Legitimate" and
was so vivacious that her chaperon,
Mrs. Knight, had to utter a warning,
Ssh, Maggie" many, many times.
At the particular request of her
friends she sang verse of her new song,
t'Yo, Heave, Ho," with which she is
soon to delight the public ear. Every
body was charmed, with the exception
of Mr.. Ward McAllister. That is to say.
he was not apparently charmed. He
may have been thrilled to his hearts
core, and he probably was, but he called
up every bit of his breeding and main
tanned the conventional blase air of good
society.
Just before the train rolled into Bridge
port some one called Miss Cline's atten-
ton to the fact that the elderly gentle
man with the soft, brown hat was the
social arbiter.
''Lord bless and save us, said Maggie.
t'Isn't he nice? How I should like to
meet hin!''
'sCan it be possible that you have new
er met?' was the astonished chorus.
Never" said Maggie, with stage sob.
81 throwed away my only chance when
I refused to sing for the Vaudeville club
last winter"
cts too bad that there is no one here
to introduce you," said Mrs. Knight as
the train slowed up. cts such a lovely
opportunity, and I'm sure he would be
delighted"
''Oh, don't know that it's too bad,"
said the song bird airily. ''Fll just in
troduce meself, and he'll be more than
delighted"
maggie, don't you dare" began Mrs.
Knight, but Maggie gave her luggage to
the porter and bore straight down the
aisle for Mr.. McAllister. She caught up
his right hand from his newspaper and
shook it until her diamond bracelet made
an aureole about his soft brown hat.
''Mr McAllister, I'm delighted to meet
you," said she. '.You know me, of
course. I'm Miss Cline"
Mr.. McAllister could not have been
more courtly before her gracious maj
esty the queen. ''Miss Cline" said he,
dexterously removing his hand to grasp
his hat, "the delight is entirely mine
have always admired you on the stage,
and now my admiration will be yours
in private life
''That's right said Maggie warmly.
81 think us prominent people ought al
ways to be friendly. Good day
.'Good day." said Mr. McAllister as
he sank into his seat. Good day"
He never changed his position from
there to Me- London, unmindfu1 of Mr.
Bertschman's broad smiles, Hiss CT fits
suppressed mirtil and the excited hum
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But ever and anon his lips seemed to
frame those parting words, Good day."
'Good day. New York World.