San Saba County news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1874-19??, 1893-02-03
A THOROUGHBRED.


OF Howells' heroines; l do nothing
but eat and tie my bonnet-strings-
varied by buttoning my gloves Of
course one must wear gloves"
Miss Blenkinsop was speaking to
dearest and dearest was Sophia
Higginbothem. She and Miss b en-
kinsop were Just coming home from
the matinee one foggy afternoon
Dear if l had your bon bons and
your check-book and your roses
wouldn't be signing for a sensation. "
Sophia answered.
..AlI the same l get desperately
tired OF it It's just what mamma
did and graudmamma did, and l shall
have 10 do forever and ever ! sup
pose. The heroine in the play this
afternoon had a perfect plethora OF
novelty. OF course don't want
ridiculous things to happen. but oh
for Something besides Anstey Bever-
ly's bouquets and having to decide
what dress to wearr'
The two girls had reached the
steps OF the 'Jac9uerie - an uptown
family hotel deservedly popular in
San Francisco and somewhat informal.
Here it was that Miss BIenkinsop 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 darkenei aud shut up.
Dearest could not be prevailed
upon TO enter so they stood talking
for moment Then Miss Blenl5in-
sop with her uniailing regard for the
conyentionalities thinking they ought
either TO come in or pass on. stopped
and kissed Sophia ever so lightly on
the cheek with that graceful molten
sive and positive hint that she knew
how 10 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 anima-
tion she had shown a 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 reveL 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 hor relations and went to the
theater but the small and earliesh
and the hopeless formalities OF
her code could not be said with can
dor to be very giddy affairs. Madame
Flasque5s millinery house kept her
(, on. actual despair while Michler's
confectionery palace saved her rea-
son.
As an infant Miss Blenkiusop 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 a handsome apol-
ogy. AS a young woman she was as
suredly all that was correct and would
rs soon thought of giyinga 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
offense. A damp napkin had been
known to make her positively i'll; yet
she never stopped in the nice turn OF
a sentence when the waiter had spilled
an entire cup of bouillon over ler
Redeemed shoulder. and the bouillon
was hot
10 the idiomatic dialect of to day
Miss Blenkinsop was thorough.
bred"
Miss Blenkinsop never dreamed
every one was envying her her
money and her lot in life. She sup
posed people had everything they
wanted anyway IL they hadn why
didn't they get it somehow She was
tall with clean length of limb
low sweep OF bust long lines TO her
back and quiet digaity OF carriage
Her features had that aristocratically
pinched look which is the envy of the
composite American girl and her
small we'll shaped head was set like
a racing filly's The noiseless fall OF
her skirts the dull old cOlors that
she wore the unpretentious yet fault
less fit OF her clothes we're all char
acteristic of her Mrs MOrgensiern
had called her hand 'clawy." but
then Mrs. Morgenstern's own were
pudgy and broad-the trade hand
and were covered all over with spark
ling rings for breakfast and Mrs.
Morgenstern dressed in green and
yellow. like an omelette garnished
with parsley.
Miss Blen kinsop stopped at the
desk in the lobby OF the 'Jacquerie''
and asked with her inimita BILE 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 red tapiness that
there is about 4 court presentation.
If any comes for me kindly bring
It to my room" and Miss .5lenkinsop
lowered her tired 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
sible that the chambermaid 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 it was late in the afternoon.
Miss Blenkiusop's step was natural
ly noiseless. for the pile OF the
'Jacquerie' carpets was deep and
soft. She advanced slowly at first
any thought OF cautiousness.
Then Miss Blenkinsop suddenly stood
perfectly still upon the doorsill as her
astonished eyes saw a Chinaman
STOPPING over a drawer in her dress
ing table There were the brass
buttons the loops OF braid the dark
blue blouse with IFS labyrlnthine
pockets so convenient for a thief and
the long. sinuous sweep or pigtail
II did not take Miss Blenklnsop long
to make up her mind; she felt in
some way that there was Judgment
on her for having given away to that
contraband thing. desire for sensa-
tion. Bitterly" you'd she have
cursed her folly except that she
WAS not bitter or a cursing person.
She was only aware Of a distinct reDul.
sion for what was 10 store for her.
he had vague idea If she sprang