Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-11-11


tisher-woman from the wilds of Nor
Nay,-the creature Sir Philip Erring-
ton married last year. | conclude she
will give us fits all round. don't yew :"
Lord Masherville, at this. appears to.
hesitate. His eye-glass troubles him,
and he tidgets with its black string.
He is not intellectual-he is most vac
iliating. most meek and timid OF NOR
tals-but he IS gentleman in his own
poor fashion, and has sort OF tlutter-
ing chivalry about him, which, though
feeble, is better than none.
Il really cannot tell YOU, Miss Mar
cia, he replies almost nervously.
Il hear at the Club, Lady
Bruee-Errington is a great beauty"
Dew tell!' shrieks Marcia, with q
burst of laughter. is she really
though! But guess her looks won't
mend her grammar, any way"
He makes no reply, as by this time
they have reached the crowded draw
ing-room, where Lady Winsleigh, ra-
diant in ruby velvet and rose bril-
liants, stands receiving her guests,
with cool smile and nod for mere ac-
GuaintanceS.-and meaning flash of
her dark eyes for her intimates. and n
general air of naughty insoleuce and
perfect self-satisfaction pervading her
from head TO foot. Close to her is ner
husband, grave, courtly, and kind to
all corners, and fulfilling his duty as
host to perfection, still closer is Sir
Francis LennoX, who in the pauseS of
The incoming tide of guests finds oc-
| casion to whisper tritling nothiugs in
her tiny white ear, and even once VEN
lures to arrange more taStefully a fall
ing cluster of pale roses that rests
lightly on the brief shoulder strap
(called by courtesy sleeve) which
keeps her ladyship's bodice in place,
Mrs. RushMarvelle Is here too, IN
all her glory good-humored
countenance and small nose together
beam with satisfaction, -hcv vofum~
nous train of black satin showered
wit jet, gets in everybody way,-her
ample bosom heaves like the billowy
sea, somewhat above the boundary
of transparent lace that would fain re-
strain it-but In this particular she is
! prudence itself compared with her
hostess. whose charms are exhibited
with the unblushng frankness of n
ballet girl, and whose example is fol-
lowed, it must be confessed, by most Of
the women in the room. Is Mr. Rush
| Marvelle here? Oh yes-after some lit
tie trouble we discover him squeezed
grand piano,-in company with Il
large album, over which he pores,
feigning an almost morbid interest in
the portraits of persons he has never
seen, or never will see. Beside him Is
melancholy short man with long
hair who surveys the increas-
ing crowd in the room with an aspect
that is almost tragic. Once or twice
he eyes Mr.. Marvelle obviously as
though he would speal<-and, finally,
he does speak, tapping that album
entranced gentleman on the arm with
an energy that is somewhat startling.
ut is to blay that am here!" he
announces. "To blay re biano! am
great artist" He rolls his eyes wildly
| and with sort of forced calmness pro-
| coeds to enumerate on his fingers
Baris, Vienna, Rome, Berlin, st. Bet
ersburg-all know me! All resbect me
Sect" And he holds out his button
| hole in which there is a miniature red
ribbon From re Emperor! Kaiser
| Wilhelm!" He exhibits a ring on his
little finger From re Tsar. An
ether rapid movement and pom
rous gold watch is thrust before the
hcwildered gaze of his listener. From
my bupils in Baris | am a bianst-l
| am here to blay!"
And raking his fingers through his
| iong locks, he stares detiantly around
him. Mr.. RushMarvelle is q little
| frightened. This is an eccentric per-
scnage he must be soothed. Evident
ly he must be soothed!
Yes, yes, quite understand" he
/ Says, u0uiluB pCISudSihtI9 dI llt "a
cited genius You are here to play,
Exactly! Yes, yes! We shall all have
the pleasure of hearing you presently.
Delightful I'm sure! You are the eel
| ebrated Herr--?'
Mathematician" adds the pianist
! haughtily. "Ze celebrated Machten-
| klinken!"
YES all er yes" And Mr.. Mar
yelle grapples desperately with this
terrible name "Oh-er-yes! Ter
now you by reputation Herr-er--
Machten--. Oh, er-yes! Pray
excuse me for moment"
/ And thankfully catching the com
handing eye Of his wife, he scrambles
! hastily away from the piano and joins
Ter. She is talking to the Van Clupps,
! and she wants him to take away Mr..
! Van Clupp, whiteheaded, cunning
! looking old man, for little converse
/ ton, in order that she may be free TO
! talk over certain naughty bits OF scan
j DIAL with Mrs. Van Clupp and Marcia.
Tonight there is no place to Sit
1 dz,Y,, Ia O II tha GRAND pytpnt 1f the