Middletown transcript., 1894-06-16

wagon.
shall certainly not remain for TIN
Ritters' lawn party, for he is staying
there. And am glad he will be ava,
when visit his mother at Newport.
hope l shall never see him again al
long as live. Oh, looked such ;
fool when they picked me upl
June 2d.-Who is Mr.. Van Broom
that / should sacrifice an afternoon!
pleasure for his sake? That was my
course of reasoning yesterday fore
noon, and decided that he was mere
nonentity as far as l was concerned
and that should be good deal more
of an idiot to give up lawn party fol-
him than | was when | was mounted
on that villainous bicycle. So stayed
over for the Ritters' garden affair.
determined to treat him as though
had only dim remembrance of meet.
ing him in some former existence OF
some such remote period. And OF
course he wouldn't dare to recall the
fact that he picked me up out of the
Tarrytown road four days before.
OF course the day was absolutely
chill and cheerlsss. We huddled about
the open fires all morning, and Ed.
Winters gravely suggested that the
coachman wear his fur cape. We
compromised on rubber coat when
the time came, and were driven over
in state to the Ritter place.
The ground was trife damp, and
illnatured persons maintained that
their feet sank into the mud al every
step. 1t didn't quite rain, but the
women who are dependent upon curl
ing-irons for beauty were sights to be-
hold. Thank heaven that, whatever
my defects may be, my hair curls
naturally.
A S soon IS Mr.. Van Broom saw me
he hurried over and asked with tender
concern II Ihad quite recovered from
my little bicycle accident. And when
his great anxiety on that score had
been relieved, he asked me if he might
not have the pleasure of coming over
and riding with us some evening. Flea
nor--imbecile that she is!-accepted
joyfully. smiled in distant manner,
surrounded myself with all the avail
able men present and ignored Mr.. Van
Broom.
1t was dismal function, that gar
den party. We felt the dampness pene-
trating through our shoes and looked
momentarily for a doWnpour of raiu.
A hand sat on the wisteria-screened
piazza and discoursed sweet mnsic,"
some one said. The mer, thought Of
ices made ones teeth chatter, and the
sight of the girls in limp organdies dis.
tributiDg shivery smiles and frozen
food to the chilly guests was depress-
ing in the extreme. We all told Mrs.
Ritter what a lovely time we had had,
as soon as we decently could, and
rushed to our carriages, where we buried
ourselves under the lap-robes and
talked of hot dinner with real feeling.
That is We all did except Eleanor
Winter. She was serene and comfor-
table through everything. When we
questioned her about it she said it was
the glow of an approving conscience
that kept her warm. Then she added
that she had resumed her winter fam
nels for the occasion. That girl has
more than the wisdom of the serpent.
June 6th-Elizabeth Tenney was
married at noon to-day, and she was
fearful example of what bride may
be. Elizabeth's friends have always
raved over the dull Burne Jones black
of her hair and her exquisite olive COM
plexion. But Burne-Jones hair and
olive skin do not go with confec-
tionery bridal attire. White satin
made the poor girl look sallow, and
tulle veil over that hair Of hers was
atrocious. If there is ever time
when rouge is excusable it is vixen a
girl is married.
1t was, of course, wretched day
and Mrs. Van Broom, who was there
rustliDg around in old.fashioned bro
cade and point lace and arching her
neck in ''high-bred'' way, said to
that unfortunate girl: "My very best
wishes, Lizzie dearl Happy is the bride
that the sun shines onl" The rain was
fairly pelting at that minute. Poor
Elizabeth cololed violently and so did
Mr.. Van Broom, who was devoting
himself in beautiful filial way to his
mother. They say that Elizabeth
doesn't care overmuch for her husband
anyway. | shouldn't think she would!
l wore my greenish-gray cloth, with
the vest, collar and undersleeves of
white chiffon, and a little bonnet made
Of pale pink velvet roses. On the
whole looked well, much better than
poor Elizabeth, who ought never to
leave off her funny aesthetic colors and
floopy styles. l talked to every one in
over-bI illiant, to be sure. 1t isn't so
much what one says, though, as the
way in which one says it, If you hold
your head at the proper angle and use
your eyes effectively you can utter
inanities and have the crowd call you
a wonderful conversationalist. Harvey