The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-08-13
WHAT One AEIRESS Did.

Mrs. Godfrey Pomeroy, - Fifth
avenue, gives a musicale and recep-
ton tonight in honor of Miss Marie
Bancroft, a young artist of great pro-
mise, just returned from abroad, So
loist of the evening. -Four hundred
invitations are issued"
To you and me this notice seems of
no more Importance that the other
items found in The Latest Society
News" and we give it but a single
glance.
But it is not a triyil matter to n
fair young woman of 23 seated in
Mrs. Pomeroy's dainty boudoir. With
a feeling of pleasure, not unmixed
with warrantable pride, she see her
name in print for the first time in a
newspaper of that great metropolis
of wealth and fashion-New York.
Do not censure our fair friend If for
the moment her thoughts be only of
| success and social triumph, and the
hope that past dreams be realized.
She must please! Had not Sig. Albina
decreed it?
But the paper has slipped rom her
fingers. She is gazing dreamily at
the snow-laden trees on the lawn, now
sparkling and glinting in the bright
sunlight, dazzling the eye as if decked
in a myriad of finely cut jewels. She
sees not the beautiful robes in which
all nature is clad. Her thoughts are
not of things tangible. OF what is
the dreaming? So wondered her
cousin as she stood in the doorway
unperceived for a few minutes.
What a picture for an artist, thought
Mrs. Pomcroy, as she looked lovingly
and admiringly at her kinswoman.
You too would have echoed the senti-
ment had you seen her then.
The deep-blue eyes, though capable
of changing with every emotion, are
now pensive. The mass of wayy dark
hair, drawn in a loose knot at the
neck, forms Il charming contrast to
the fair skin, enhansed by the soft,
white lace and elder down trimming
the blue silk of her morning gown.
a hitting background for such q
figure is the white-and-gol boudoil
with its dainty accessories.
Art dreaming, my fair cousin. OF
future triumphs and brilliant success
Nay, do not start. | am loath to brea
the spell. but you must come back tc
this mundane sphere for a time ana
attend to The prosaic matter of dres,
fitting.
Mime. Delano begs my lady's mar
don, but confesses she cannot resi-
till h sees You again in the dream
she has created for this auSpicious
occasion. SO while the air castles are
building Nine. Delano will see tina.
You are fifty gowned to inhabit them
'"Tis not air castles I've been build
ing, Cousin Fanny" protested Marie
but on this. tie eve of my debut, n,
it were, the past returns very viyid]v
1t reCurs to me as Il passing panol
anna. Ono Of the brightest pictures
was your memorable visit to the west
ern metropolis.
But | must hasten. lest madame
II ink me unapprpciative of her effort.
to make me pleasing TO the eye"
While Marie is thus engaged | vii
entertain you with n brief sketch o
her life, substantially as she told i
me-:
Poor papa lost everything in tn,
pane OF 1873, and the year
broken down in health and spirits
left me a penniless orphan at the ag'
of II. mamma having died two year
previous.
When ii years old l was sent t.
boarding s~chCol-one of the best
where | remained till papa's failure
Though having had the best of educa
ton, | felt incompetent to teach an,
thing except music and what coul
1'hope to do in n large city, with bu
few friends. for at least many month
to come: But do something | must.
My attention was turned to steno
graphy, a S writer's Of shorthand wer
much in demand ana fine salaries OF
fered. After consulting with friend
| concluded to study and in tire
mc1ths was ready for a position. No
MANY QayS UaSSpl before one Wa