The Dickinson press., 1896-06-20
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 q single
glance.
But it Is not a trivil matter to a
fair young woman Of % 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
nngers. She is gazing dreamily at
the snow-laden trees on the lawn. now
sparkling and glinting in the bright
suhilsht, dazzling the eye as if decked
IN q myriad Of finely cut jewels. She
sees no the beautiful robes in which
HII nature fc .,1o1 IYo- Al..l -
not OF things tangible. OF what is
the dreaming? So wondered her
cousin as Ii stood In the doorway
unperceived for a few minutes.
What a picture for an artist. thought
Mrs. Pomeroy, as she looked lovingly
u admiringly at her kinswoman.
You too would have echoed the senti.
ment had you e her then.
the deep-blue eyes, though capable
OF changing with every emotion, are
now pensive. The mass of wayv dark
hair, drawn In a loose knot at the
neck, forms a charming contrast to
the ra1r skin, enhansed by the soft
white lace and elder down trimmina
the blue silk Of her morning Gown
A lifting background for sIch q
figure is the white-and-gold boudoi,
uSSCSSOIlCS.
Art dreaming, my fair cousin. nj
future triumplls ana brilliant Success;
Nay, do not start. l am loath to hreoE
the spell, but you must come back r.
this mundane sphere for a time and
attend to the prosaic matter of drass
fitting. "'eSs
mime. Delano begs INV lady.s mr.
don, but c%onfesses she cannot rae,
till she sees you again in the draa y,
II has created for this ausnicio,,e
occasion. SO while the air castles ,,e
building Nine. Dclano will see thai
you are fifty gowned to inhabit them ;
lis not air castles I've been build
Ing, cousin Fanny" protested Marie
"but on this, the eve of nv debut. as
1t were, the past returns very yiyidlv
1t recurs to Inc as a passing manor
anna. n of the brightest pictures
was your memorable visit to the west
ern metropolis.
u l must hasten, lest madame
ttlnk me unappreciative of her efforts
TO make Inc pleasing to the eye"
While Marie is thus engaged I will
entertain you with q brief sketch al
her life. substantially as she told i
me:
Poor papa lost everything in til,
panic Of 1873, and the following wear
broken down in health and spirits
left me q penniless orphan at the az,
Of II, mamma having died two year.
previous.
When IA years old 1 was sent tt
boarding school-one Of the best
where I remained till papa's failure
Though having had the best Of educa
ton, I felt incompetent to teach an,
thing except music and what coult
l hope to do in q large city, with bu
few friends, for at least many month,
to come? But do something 1 must.
My attention was turned to steno
graphy, as writer's of shorthand wer,
much In demand and fine salaries of
fered. After consulting with friend,
l concluded to study and in thre,
months was ready for a position. No
many days passed before one wa
offered me at SIS q month, which
seemed q great sum for me to actual,
earn.
One Of these blue nights, lust
year after papa's death, l was lookin,
e some old letters, when a slip o
paper fell to the floor. 1 picked it ul
little dreaming it was of any yalu
to me, and read these words: .Mrs
Godfrey Pomeroy. 563 Fifty-thir,
street, New York"
was about to crumple it In m,
hand, when, like a fash, there came t
the memory of one day, about a wee
before dear papa's death, when tn
doctors said: mo hope; cannot liv
mora fhon a fn- dave W