Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1895-04-25
VENGEANCE BY VERA R0SEBERY.
A Story OF Briton in American Society. Written
for This Paper by A. Oakley Hall.

OF Venus herself was often sweet, and the
arrows of her son often gave delicious
pains.
He saw nothing more Of her that day
until dinner time. There are a score of
les petits soins de la vie--a phrase very
imperfectly to be translated-in the life
of every woman that demand instant at
tention. There was wardrobe to be looked
after. Porters had played football with
the luggage wherein the tenderest lace
and the most exquisite dresses reposed.
There were cards and letters to be over
looked and notes to be written. But at
dinner he was vexed to see seated be-
tween mother and herself a stranger,
who was certainly distinguished looking.
He had escorted Vera with graceful skill
through the knots of plunging walters in
the mammoth dining room, and with great
ease of manner had attended to the eti-
quette of seating and the proper opening
OF serviette. He possessed a finely modu-
lated voice, and not yet over-braided, so
to speak, with affected tones. Was this
to be rival? was the phrase he swallow
ed with his first spoonful of Mexican
gumbo soup. The thought seemed to
flavor it with soupcon of cayenne Vera
seemed to take especial interest in what
he said, for he took especial interest in
selecting his topics, which ran through
the gamut of the days events, and
touched systematically all the news
and the current gossip All this gave oc-
casion for her best comment and repartee,
to which Carson listened with delight
and admiration, yet with a certain pang
Of that selfish disappointment which is
the first ushering in of jealousy. More
over, while Vera addressed some obser-
walton now and again to him it was with
far-away look on commonplaces. And
no introduction took place. Before des-
sert really began to he served he made a
remark half-begging to be excused and
half-apologetic at having to miss the
benediction, as it were, of the menu; but
not before he had heard her lightly say,
in echo of some remark from the distin-
guished stranger: ooh, mother knows
that if / ever wed 1t must be with a
hero"
"Ah," he thought, as on the piazza he
sat down to listen to the band then play
ing sensuous waltz of the ancient and
almost forgotten Gungl. "What hope is
there that / should ever become hero!'
"Ah, Carson, saw you at dinner, and en-
We'd you. dear bhoy-so near to the divine
Vera and her cousin, the Governor Of
that Western State, and one of the most
rising statesmen among the Rockies. :"
This was the salutation of Wallace Ber-
~. the buck of all the Saratoga piazzas,
as he sauntered up where the one ad
dressed was seated. Mr.. Berry was in
immaculate evening dress. 1t was the
effect of his fifth toilet in twelve hours
Time was never money to him. If it had
been, what . spendthrift he would have
proved; for certainly six hours of each
day at the watering place were passed in
making changes of dress. He sauntered
to the wells in plaids, selecting every day
q different suit. He breakfasted in a
suit of gray, adorned with butter plate
buttons. He read the papers while clad
in brown coat and Palmerston checked
trousers. When he fooled in the after
noon behind a fast stopper his ponge.s
were Ia Turque. II he went boating no
hero of Tom Bovine in Dibdins songs
sported timer tarpaulin above what he
called his brains, or natter marine tog-
gerry. And for dinner dress his cravat was
wide, and tied with the i'm
macula teness of Beau Brummel's time
Every one of these suits paid duty upon
the invoices of Poole, who in London i.
to men what Worth in Paris is to ladies'
that 10, condescending to allow other
tailors to work upon his measures and
cutting, but at sweating prices; with his
own magic name duly inscribed on the
tags of the garments. Mr.. Berry had a
of shoes and hats. He was
obliged to double the wages of his valet,
because of that functionary's toll.
Take chair" said Carson. ''And so
that gentleman was a statesman"
II can't sit down. dear bhoy, for l am
not wearing my sitting down trousers.
And he was her cousin. Owns no end o.
silver mines, and is expected next year to
buy Senatorship from his Legislature"
"A lover, mayhap"
'Naw," drawled Mr.. Berry. "Ie don't
come from Utah, dontyerknow, morcs
the ill-luck for him. because he has a
wife. There she is now by the window,
near the group Of youngsters in execra-
bic coats and vilely wrinkled white ties"
"Oh. married." rejoined Carson, with
sigh of relief.
"But that wouldn't stop another we'd
ding IL he wasn't sweet on number one,
because really in his State divorces are
rs easy as putting my horse over four
bars. Otherwise, dontyerknow, he might
marry his cousin. BY the way, people
say you are getting sweet on the girl your
self. Tidy settlement you could get. But,
au revoir, I see the girls looking around
for me. See you later, as my old law pre-
ceptor, Sam Tilden, used to say"
BY one part of the bucks vaporing, Car
son felt relief. Next came a revulsion q $
he remembered the words, ''but only q
hero"
CHAPTER vi.
The advancing night was balmy and IN
viting of strolls, SO he descended into the
street to walk in the direction of the Hill
ton Park. He had not passed many turn
ings before bright flame shot from the
second story of one of a row of brick
houses near by that were divided into
apartment fats. Very quickly burned
the window frames, and the flames al
ready began to lick at the copings above.
Listlessly he turned toward the conflag-
ration that seemed to threaten dangerous
destruction. He was not long in joining
the gathering crowd that was already
welcoming escaping inmates and anxious
ly expecting the arrival of firemen with