The Bessemer indicator., 1893-01-28
A THOROUGHBRED.

Il wonder II an never to hare .
sensation like other people,! The
theatres are full OF sensations and 80
are books but am exactly like one
Of Howells' heroines; l do nothing
but eat and tic my bonnet-strings-
varied by buttoning my gloves; OF
course one must wear gloves" sss
Miss Blenkinsop was speaking to
dearest and .doarost" was Sophia
Higginbothem. She and Miss Blen-
kinsop were just coming homo from
the matinee ono foggy afternoon.
Dear il had your bon-bons and
your check-book and your roses l
wouldn't be signing for sensation"
Sophia answered.
"All the same l get desperately
tired OF it. It's just what mamma
did and grandmamma did. nnd shall
have to do forever and over l sup
pose The heroine in the play this
afternoon had n perfect plethora Of
novelty. OF course l don't want
ridiculous things to happen. but oh.
for samething besides Anstey Bover-
ly's bouquets and having to decide
what dress to wear!'
Tho two girls had reached the
stops OF tho .Jac4uerie an uptown
family hotel deservedly popular in
San Francisco and somewhat informal.
Here it was that Miss Blenl,insop h ad
come whom she bid mamma and papa
good-by. They had sailed for tho
continent with her invalid elder sister
and SO tho big house on California
street was dnrkened and shut up
Dearest could not bo prevailed
upon to enter. SO they stood talking
for moment. Then Miss Blenkin-
sop. with her unfniling regard for tho
conventionalilies. thinking thoy ought
either TO come in or pass on, stopped
and kissed Sophia ever so lightly on
sivo and positive hint that she know
how to give to perfection. and turned
in At the doorway. Then tho weary
look settled down upon her face and
the tired stroll, so hubitual with her.
took the place OF the unusual auima-
tion she had shown n 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 revol. II it hadn't
been for the florist she would have
been in bad way indeed. OF course
she dined out often and took tea
with her relutions and went to tho
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 Micnler's
confectionery palace saved her rea-
son.
AS an infant Miss Blenkiusop had
undoubtedly been an extremely prop
or one, who never made noises with
her lips when she took her milk. and
only cried at accommodating inter-
walls and then with Il handsome apol-
ogy. As young woman sho was us.
suredly all that was correct and would
as soon thought OF giving parachute
drop in Golden Cato park as of draw
ing her spoon towards her through
her soup. She rated looking around
over the glass while ono drank one s
water or ones wine us u San Quentin
ofTense.. A damp napkin had beon
known to mako her positively ill; yet
she never stopped in the nice turn of
u sentence when tho waiter had spilled
nn entire cup OF bouillon over her
Rodferned shoulder and the bouillon
was hot
In the idiomatic dialect OF to dny
Miss Blcnkinsop was n thorough
bred"
Miss Blenkinsop never dreamed
every one was envying her her
money md her lot in life. She sup
posed people had everything they
wanted anyway. II they hadn't why
didn't they getit somehow She was
tall with Il clean length OF limb. u
low sweep OF bust long lines to her
back and n quiet dignity OF carriage.
uor features had that aristocratically
pinched look which is the envy of the
composite" American girl, and her
small woll-shapeu head was set like
a racing filly's. Tho noisoless fall OF
her skirts. the dull. old colors that
she wore. the unprotentious yet fault
less fit of her clothes were all char
acteristic OF her Mrs. Morgenstera
had called her hand 'clawy" but
then Mrs. Morgenstcrn's own wore
pudgy and broad-tho trado hand
and were covered all over with spark
ling rings for breakfast and Mrs
Morgenstern dressed in green and
yellow. like an omelette garnished
fxi,h parsley.
Miss Blenkinsop stopped Mt tho
desk in the lobby OF tho .Jacguerie
and asked. with her inimitable and
slightly drawing accent: is there
any mail for me, TimothyP" No.
ma'am," answered Timothy. And
there was about this brief dialogue
something of the .tapiness that
there is about court presentation.
.'lf my comes for mo kindly bring
it to my room" and Miss .jlenkinsop
lowered her trod eyes and passed on.
She had reached her own room when
she noticed to her surprise that her
door was partly open. The key. too.
was in the lock and Miss Blenkinsop
was positive that she carried the key
In her own pocket 1t was just pos.
blOie tnut tne cnanOerWalu was
there but the rooms should always be
in order by 10 o'clock or half an hour
after she WAS dressed and had left
them. and 1t was late IN the afternoon.
Miss Blenkinsop's step was natural.
ly noiscless. for tho pile OF tho
'Jacquerie' carpets was deep and
soft She advanced slowly at first
without nnv thoupht Of cautfousness
Thon Miss Blonkinsop suddenly stood
perfectly still upon the doorsill as her
astonishcd eyes saw n Chinaman
STOPPING over drawer in her dress
Ing table. There were the brass
buttons the loops Of braid. the dark
blue blouse with Its labyrinthine
pockets 30 convenient for a thief and
the long sinuous sweep OI pigtail,
1t did not take Miss Blenkinsop long
tn mako nm her mind. aha felt In