The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-03-15

All London was out of town, that Is
\ saw. that portion of society whose
6oings are chroniced in the papers
hot the common fry whose 1aunts are
con6ned to a week at Margate, or three
days at Southend, in the sweltering
heat Of July, but the real aristocracy,
who. II they do not visit their own or
their neighbor's ancestral halls, only
bend their steps to the more select
Watering places, where their own class
most love to congregate.
The first days OF September had
passed, and the crack of the breech-
loader rang over the stubble, whilst the
pheasants in the adjoining planta tions
listened uneasily, with the gloomy an
ticipaton that in a brief space of time
their turn would come to die them
selves for the amusement of the lords
OF crea ton.
The queen of English watering places
was very full From the more ancient
mansions in Kemp Town, to the new
stone palaces which have risen up SO
rapidly of late at Hove. Brighton wa,
filed with a dense crowd, amongst
which the permanent residents were
utterly lost.
The hotels were full to overf1owing,
Z the Kings road looked like an alley in
Vanity Fair, whilst the directors of the
4 West Pier began to have serious mis-
glvings as to whether the structure,
4 strong and we'll built as 1t was, could
bear the weight Of the countless multi
! tudes who thronged It's gates. under
4 the warm ray of the sun, or beneath
4 the silyery beams of the moon.
The strains of the band had just died
away, and the lights in the windows of
the houses. which stretched so far
along the coast line had begun to
/ twinkle as a lady and gentleman en-
Il tered the pier gates and went slowly
i toward the upper end. The lady was
little. fair woman, very plump and
well developed, with her diminutive
. person tricked out so gorgeously that
4 she looked like a plate in book of
fashions. which had just come out for
walk She was talking volubly tc.
her companion, a stout, heavily-bu
man, some ten years older than she,
but dressed with as much attention to
the dictates Of la mode as the lady
herself
There Is no use In grumbling, John"
said She, there Is any amount of time
nor the partridges, and I tell you plain
~ that | should die Of ennui if was to
go back to Loamshire before we could
get our party together. Doctor PEN
rose Skeffington said that should die
II had not little ozone. and he ought
to know, for he attends all the best
peonle In town."
lf CO ft,1I 1,,fI
urged her husband. II don't know a
soul and I look such fool, when you
are nodding to every other person you
meet while they stare at me as if they
wondered who the deuce you were lug
elhg about with you-as l daresay they
do"
That Is your own fault, john" an
swered the lady. You should have
come up to town, and not remain be-
nihd muddling your brain over turnips
ana all sorts of horrors. and then you
could have come about with me and
nave really enjoyed yourself"
OF John Copston coughed little du-
piousy as though going about with his
wlIe was not his highest Idea of enjoy
hlen'' but, like wise man he held his
peace and his wife continued. IT only
"aLit week or ten days more. John,
enu uhen l am quite ready to go back
Copston Hall. though the place all
"eys aHects my nerves. I feel that
"in ntted for a society woman"
heaven help her! she will want to
set up for a fashionable beauty yet"
"uttered Sir John. beneath his breath.
En' what is that you are saying?"
Droke In the lady. sharply. but befor.
Hsr husband could invent sufficiently
Li'ouS,ple falsehood Lady Copston re-
.n3cu ,'.,,3 her arm from his and ran up
~ poth her hands extended toward
sehtIeman who was slowly coming
tfo ow" ehe pier from the opposite direc-
a., What. Manversw exclaimed she.
o@p'ain Manvers. why. I thought you
D. grilling away in Calcutta, or
,sv'IIoay' W. or one of those dreadful places
''ry send our soldiers to-"
"e gentleman she had accosted. who
%"s tall, handsome man, with his
seeKs somewhat bronzed by the In
can can sun, responded cheerfully to Lady
Nvpston's greeting.
am delighted to meet you" said
~. @ l am home on leave. and do not
link shall go out again, for the regi-
,,hi ent VIII be home before my time of
liberty expires"
. wen, Copston, are you not going to
opesk to an old friend?" he added.
T,e'ohing out his hand towards Sir
.Onn, who was staring at them in some
surprise.
VI course I am" returned the
Or'hy oaronet "but am 80 unused to
.s friend in this butterfly throng.
Sn% ' l was quite dazed. Well, how are
on?" 'ou peeh settihs
On, fairly" answered Manvers. "I
i've i've Just got my majority, and my
NJ seems untouched, so that / sup-
ought TO congratulate myself"
Constour Manvers." murmured Lady
souns approvingly. "the ALTERATION
0naa well. literary man told me