The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-03-17
The western Express.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

Esterhall.
He was not, i'm general way, much
Of talker. Consequently, when he
spoke, his words had the weight Of
sense and rarity. But Mrs. Estcrhall,
the fine old lady who sat erect before
the clear, sea-coal fire, was too much
excited to consider all this.
THE wife of my son, Guion," said
she, should be lady, born and bred
NOT one OF those girls who have had
TO fight the world until all gcntlencss,
grace and unselfshness is ground out
OF them. No, can never give my
consent"
The young man smiled slightly.
Mother" said he, the diamond
itself hardly possesses it's true iinan-
cial value until the facets are ground
with much friction"
" Humphl" said Mrs. EstcrhaIl.
" No one is talking Of diamonds" "
" may bring her TO see you,
mother2"
Mrs. Estcrhall shook her head.
" | have no desire to receive her, y
said she. 4" But, Guy, here are the
tickets for Henry Irving tonight.
Carrie Chippendale has promised to
accompany me-of course, you will
be on hand at half-past seven TO be
our escort ~
" If you wish it, mother
The old lady smiled to herself
when Guion was gone.
"A little management" she
thought, "a little judicious irmness,
and Guy will get over this boyish
fancy of his The idea of n shop-girl
for my Observation-Disclosures Mrs.
Guon Esterhall! think the lad
must have taken leave of his senses -
And in her secret heart she rcioiccd
with an exceeding great rejoicing
when Miss Chippendalc arrived that
evening, in n palc-bluc moirc gown,
with IA glittering necklace around her
perfect white throat, and n bunch Of
dollhouse roses i'm her corsHgc
III we are TO have n private box, "
said Miss Chippendale, buttoning the
seventeenth button OF her glove,
zone may as well go in full dress,
don't you know"
my dear, you are looking lovely"
said Mrs. Esterhall, approvingly.
Miss Chippcndale was Il sort Of hui
man camellia japonca-fair, graceful
and sercno-with big, CXprcssionlcss
blue eyes, cherry-rod lips, llaX-gold
hair, drawn in fluffy crimps over her
forehead, and an unchanging society
smile perpetually lowering around
her lips. She had been highly cdu-
Gated and she was destined by her
parents to make brilliant match.
The Chippendales belonged to the
aristocracy-that is TO say, they had
never done any work and had always
spent n great deal Of money. And
Mrs. Esterhall had decided that Car
rie Chippendalo was the very wife for
her son.
If only she could convert Guion to
the same opinion.
Guion Esterhall was exceedingly
courteous to Miss Chippcndale that
evening, but not whit more So than
he was To his own mother. The old
lady was somewhat disappointed.
But never mind, - she said to her
self lone must have patience"
She went shopping the next day.
to match a shade Of Berlin wool. to
buy some lace founces and to decide
on new portieres for her drawing
room at Esterhall Manor At one or
two O'Clock she experienced, not
hunger, but a ladylike sensation that
tired nature" needed some sort of
sweet restoration.
II will go into Maricotta's, she
thought.
Maricotta 5 was full, as it generally
was at that time Of day; but pres
emily the old lady succeeded i'm OBJ
tanning n seat in curtained angle,
where the waiter took her order for a
chicken-salad and n cup of tea. Just
then she heard clear, low voice on
the other side OF the drapery, as n
party settled themselves at re-
served table-Miss Chippendale's :
soft, well-modulated tones.
"Oh, yes, Irving was very fine, Z"
said Carrie. Oysters, please-a
box-stew for one and fritters for two
and three cups OF Vienna chocolate,
nicely frothed, waiter-But all the
same, / nearly died OF ennui. The
old lady is the most dreadful bore
you ever knew, and Guy is regular
prig. Handsome, you know, and
very talented, OF course; but one
don't want to be on full-dress parade
as TO ones brains the whole time.
He isn't half as nice as Freddie For.
tune-only poor Fred hasn't cent
TO bless himself with, and papa looks