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


Il guess he's not a thousand miles
away" returns Marcia, with u know
ing twinkle in her dark eyes, Hell
hang round here presently! Why
there's Mr., Lorimer worrying in at the
doorway"
worrying in is scarcely the term
TO apply to the polite but determined
manner in which George Lorimer cool,
ly elbows a passage among the heav.
ing bare shoulders, backs, fat arms,
and trains that seriously ohstruct his
passage, but after some trouble he sue
ceedS IN his Efforts to reach his fair
hostess, who receives him with rath-
er Superctlious uplifting of her deli
ci,te eyebrows
Dear me, Mr.. Lorimer, YOU are
quite strauger!" she observes some
hat Satirically. I'VE thought you
lad made up your mind to settle in
Norway"
Did you really, thought and l.or-
inner smiles languidly. Il wonder at
that, for YOU knew | came back from
that region in the August OF last year. 81
And since then | suppose you have
played the hermit" inquiries her lady
ship inditlerontly, unfurling her fan of
ostrich feathers and waving it slowly
To and fro
by no means! went to Scotland
with friend, Alec Macfarlane. and
had some excellent shooting. Then,
us l never "ermit my venerable mann
ma to pass the winter in London,
took hen To Nice, from which delight
tul spot we returned three weeks
ago.
Lady Winsleigh laughs. Il did not
ask You for categorical explanation
Of your movements, Mr.. Lorimer," she
says lightly I'm sure hope you en-
Joyed yourself?"
He bows gravely. Thanks! Yes.
strange TO say, | did manage to eX-
out of the universal dryness OF
things"
Have YOU seen your friend, Sir Phil
Up. since he came to town. asked Mrs
RushMawelle in her stately way.
Several times. | have dined with
him ana Lady Erringtol frequently.
understand they are To be here to-
night
Lady Winsleigh fans herself a little
moro rapidly, and her fun crimson lips
tighten into thin, malicious line.
well, | asked them, Of course, as
a matter Of form. she said carelossly
but | shall on the whole. be rather
relieved if they don't come"
a curious amused look comes ovei
Lorimers face.
Indeed! May ask Why"
Il should think the reason ought to
be perfectly apparent to you ami hel
dyship's eyes flash angerly ssh
Philip is all very we'll he is by birth
gentleman, but the person he has
married is not n lady, and IL Is an OK.
+ ceedingly unpleasant duty for me tC
have to receive her"
a faint tinge of color llushes Lor.
liners brow. Il think" he says slow
ly, Il think You will find yourself mis-.
,t.Ken, Lady Winslelgh. believe
Here he pauses and Mrs. Rush Mar
velle fixes him with n stony stare.
Are we to understand that she is
educated?" she inquiries free2ingly
Positively ll-educated?"
Lorimer laughs. Not according to
The standard of modern fashionable
requirements" he replies.
Mrs. Maryelle shifts the air porten-
tously, Lady Clara curls her lip. Al
that moment everybody makes respect.
full way for one of the most important
guests of the evening IA broad.
rough hair, fine feathers. and keen
misChieVous eyes-a man of whom
many stand In wholesome awe, Beau.
fort Lovelacc, or as he Is commonly
called, Beau" Lovelace, brill INT
novelist, critic, and pitIess satarist
For him society is game gay
humming-top which he spins on the
palm OF his hand for his own private
amusement once a scribbler in mn
attic. subsisting bravely on bread and
cheese and hope, he now lords it more
tfan half the year in a place of fairy
like beauty on the LagO di Como.
and he is precisely the same person
who was formerly disdained and ilout.
ed by fair ladies' because his clothes
were poor and shabby, yet for whom
they practice all the arts known tC
, their sex, in fruitlcss endeayors &c
charm aud Conciliate him. For he
lGughs at them and their pretty ways
and his laughter IL merciless. His
Grrowy glance discovers the "poudrf
de rz' on their blooming cheeks, the
carmine on their lips and the kohl
on their eyelashes. He knows pur'
erased hair from the natural growth
and he has a cruel eye for discerning
the artificial contour Of "made-up'
figure. And like merry satyr dan
cling in legendary forest, he caperf
~ mbols in the vast fields OF Humbue
all forms Of IL are attacked ridiculed
~ his powerful and pungent pen,-ht
is A sort M English Ieiua catherine