Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-04-14
The western Express.
ny AMY RANDOLPH,

ny AMY RANDOLPH.
II love her, MOTHER" said Guion
Esterhall.
He was not, in general way, much
Of q talker. Consequently, when he
spoke, his words had the weight OF
sense and rarity. But Mrs. Esterhall,
the fine old lady who sat erect before
the clear, sea-coal fire, was too much
excited to consider oil this.
The wife Of my son, Guion," said
she, "should be lady, born and bred
mot one of those girls who have had
to fight the world until all gentleness,
grace and unselfishness Is ground out
Of them. No, con never give my
consenti"
The young man smiled slightly.
Mother" said he, "the diamond
itself hardly possesses It's true finan.
cial value until the facets arc ground
with much friction"
Humph!" said Mrs. Esterhall.
mo one 10 talking Of diamonds.
" may bring her to see you,
mother?"
Mrs. Esterhall shook her head.
have no desire to receive her."
said she. But, Guy, here are the
tickets for Henry Irving tonight.
Carrie Chippendale has promised to
accompany me-of course, you will
DO on hand at half-past seven to be
our escort! -
"If you wish 1t, mother"
The old Indy smiled to herself
when Guion was gone.
"A little management" she
thought, "a little judicious firmness,
and Guy will get over this boyish
fancy Of his. The idea Of o shop.girl
for my daughter.in-law-for Mrs.
Guion Esterhalli I think tho lad
must have taken leave of his senses I"
And in her secret heart she rejoiced
with an exceeding great rejoicing
when Miss Chippendale arrived that
evening, in q pale-bluc MORE gown,
with glittering necklace around her
perfect white throat, and bunch Of
dollhouse roses In her corsage.
III we are to have o private boa, I"
said Miss Chippendale, buttoning the
seventeenth button OF her glove,
lone may as we'll 20 in full dress,
don't you know"
my dear, you are looking lovely"
said Mrs. Estcrhall, approvingly.
Miss Chippendale was sort Of hui
man camellia japonica-fair, graceful
and serene-with big, expresslonless
blue eyes, cherry.red lips, fax-gold
hair. drawn In fluffy crlmps over her
forehead, and an unchanging society.
smile perpetually lowering around
her lips. She had been highly edu-
Gated, and she was destined by her
parents to mako q brilliant match.
The Chippendales belonged to the
aristocracy-that IL to say, they had
never done any work and had always
spent a great deal OF money. And
Mrs. Esterhall had decided that Car.
RE Chippendale was the very wife for
her son.
II only she could convert Gulon to
the same opinion.
Guion Esterhall was exceedingly
courteous to Miss Chippendale 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"
Sho won't shopping the next day,
to match shade OF Berlin wool, to
buy some lace founces and to decide
on new portieres for her drawing.
roorn at Esterhall Manor. At one or
two o'clock she experienced, not
hunger, but ladylike sensation that
"tired nature" needed some sort Of
"sweet restoration.
~ will 60 into Marlcotta's," she
thought.
Maricotta's was full. as 1t generally
was at that time Of day; but pres.
emily the old lady succeeded In OBJ
tanning q seat In a curtained angle,
where the waiter took her order for q
chicken-salad and cup OF tea. Just
then she heard u clear, low voice on
tho other side of the drapery, as o
party settled themselves at re.
served table-Miss Chippendale's
soft, well-modulated tones.
"Oh, yes, Irving was very fine,"
said Carrie. "Oysters, please-a
6ox-stew for one and fritters for two
and three cups Of Vienna chocolate,
nicely frothed, waiter-But all the
same, I nearly died Of ennui. The
old lady Is the most dreadful bore
you ever knew, and Guy Is a 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 a cent
to bless himself with, and papa looks
thunderclouds ut mo whenever he
calls. But once I'm married. it"
A chorus Of well-bt6d giggling In
terrupted Carries words. Mrs. Els
terhall rose hurriedly from her scat,
grasped her gloves and eyeglasses
and made all haste out of the res
taurant. When the waiter came
with the chicken.salad and the tea,
he found his customer gone. The
unconscious Miss Chippendale snd
her friends enjoyed their Vienna
chocolate and oyster fritters very
much indeed.
Mrs. Esterhall decided to return 10
| the manor Mt once, Carrie Chippcn-