Connecticut western news., 1893-10-05
WARD M,ALLlSTER CRUSHED.
Maggie Chne's Breezy Self Introducti'
 Left the Social Arbiter SpeechlesG

Maggie C1ine's Breezy Self Introduction
 Left the Social Arbiter SpeechlesG
 The second Pullman car in the Boston
 special which pulled out of the Grand
 Central station 8 few days ago had an
 unusual share of distinguished people
 aboard. Society was represented by
 Ward McAllister, Miss Gift and MT.
 Bertschman, son of the Swiss consul
 general; yachting was represented by young MT. Slater, who owns nearly half
 of the suburbs of New London; medi-
 cine was represented by Dr. Ferd O.
 Valentine; the law was represented by
 Assistant Corporation Counsel Sweet
 ger; newspaperdom was represented by a reporter, and the stagew was represent ed by several members of the "Prodigal Father" company and by the Irish song
 bird, Maggie Cline. Miss Cline had just returned from a
 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 8 warning,
 ''Sh, Maggie" many, many times. At the particular request of her friends she sang a verse of her new song, "Yo, Heave, Ho," with which she is
 soon to delight the public ear. Every body was charmed, with the exception
 of MT. 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 tained the conventional blase air of good society. Just before the train rolled into Bridge port some one called Miss Cline's atten- tion to the fact that the elderly gentle
 man with the soft, brown hat was the social arbiter.
 "Lord bless and save us, said Maggie. "Isn't he nice? How I should like to meet himw s "Can it be possible that you have nev-
 CT metY' was the astonished chorus. Never, 1" said Maggie, with stage sob. T throwed away my only chance when I refused to sing for the Vaudeville club
 last winter"
 Its too bad that there is no one here to introduce you," said Mrs. Knight as the train slowed up. "It's such lovely opportunity, and I'm sure he would be delighted" 'Oh, I don't know that it's too bad, [" said the song bird airily. 'TI just in troduce meself, and he'll be moro than delighted" .r Maggie, don't you dare," began Mrs. Knight, but Maggie gave her luggage to the porter and bore straight down the aisle for MT. 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"
 MT. 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. I
 have always admired you on the stage,
 and now my admiration will be yours in private hfe"
 ''That's right" said Maggie warmly. T think us prominent people ought al ways to be friendly. Good day." r. Good day." said MT. McAllister as he sank into his seat. Good day." He never changed his position from there to New London, unmindful of MT. Bertschman's broad smiles, Miss Gifts suppressed mirth and the excited hum of the voices of the others in the car. But ever and anon his lips seemed to frame those parting words, Good day." Good day."-New York World.