Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1898-03-24

}uto the tEtSS+ n s9-IOt1l. Ilere 10 en-
counter a phase of life in the .smart
set little known or suspected beyond
its precincts.
In various attitudes of wcuriness-
WEAKNESS OF the heart. rather than the
body-were varied types of maiden
hood. daintily, richly gowned. not a few
beieweled. the eyes of each drinking
their tears of modification as they
nervously toyed with untitled dance
cards. or concealed them in their
bodices. pauline's "sweet asking ewes"
passed from one to the other. to rest
on the motherly Dinah talking in low
tones to a pale, weary little woman.
who wrote rapidly while she questioned
necessarily The weary little woman
was n reporter. 1t was the toilettes of
the unhappy girls that the waiting
maid was describing. with interpola-
tons as TO their wealth and social pros
poets. All were daughters of wealth,
the offspring of families of social emf
nence; and yet-Pauline shuddered as
She turned from their ill-disguised
wretchedness to meet Dinah's sym
pathetic smile.
The reporter had disappeared.
I'm 50 sorry for that little woman"
said the maid shes worked to
death"
Pauline lifted her delicate eyebrows
questioningly.
shes six balls to report tonight.
Her baby s sick. and she's so nervous
she gets names and costumes mixed.
She's going h, ne now--it's midnight,
miss-to nurse We baby before She
takes in the fourth pnll. Twill be three
O'Clock before she's abed. ALWAYS help
| her when | can. You see, miss. knew
her when she was the greatest belle in
| New York. Lor' bless YOU. honey,
/ there's no beauty on that floor tonight
| could hold candle to that little woman
in her day-hefore her pa lost his mil
/ lions and her husband broke her heart
and left her to shift for herself and the
/ babes.''
/ Dazed. bewildered. Pauline went back
/ to the ballroom. How spiritless. how
absent-minded the graybeard found
/ her! And so, the ball rolled on. and
Mrs. Raget was piqued to account for
her miscalculation.
III.
/ Recalling those detected faces in the
gold and white dressing-room, Pauline
was grateful to Mrs. Raget for sending
! her back to her mountain home. Gone
forever was her girlish dream of social
conquest. She had boxed it with the
ball gown, and both were quite forgot
ten until he said: 81 shall never be
quite satisfied. Miss Detmar, until see
/ you in ball gown"
"And why not" said the mother
when the girl told her. There's the
| hop at the Fort to which a Detmar is
always welcome. For once in your life
my dear, you have not the excuse of
/ Flora McThinsey," and forthwith the
box was uncovered.
They were making a little journey
round the world, he told her-he and
his companion, the grizzly little man
with the keen eyes and the musical
laugh. The latter would some day de-
scribe what they saw in lucid prose,
while he, Geraud Montant, was an art
list in search of types-types of Amer
lean beauty. Hers was face nearer
y
tGinly there was nothing 1T the last
Patriarch that appealed so strongly to
his pencil. But Montant checked him
/ self. The absurdity of speaking of the
/ Patriarch-that undiscovered, un-
dreamed-of country-to this lonely
mountain pink paii@g under his genial
| glance. That his name. known in two
continents. which he himself pro-
nounced rot without self-conscious-
ness, made no visible impression upon
her, was a positive delight. 1t was the
finishing stroke of her conquest.
/ Learning of their poverty, 1t came
about that Montant, with consummate
tact, prevailed upon the mother to per.
nit Pauline to pose daily for consid-
Grafton. A new world was thus opened
to Pauline, and her sympathetic soul
ripened fast. as her eyes, under Mon
| tant's direction. began to perceive
beauty in natures homeliest aspects.
In her interest in the world beautiful.
as his art revealed it to her. all sense
of her own personality was lost, until
| one day he expressed a desire to see
her in ball gown.
Win sudden consciousness that his
interest was not altogether impersonaI
came yearning to nibble again, if only
at the fringe, Of the polite world. or
course, he would be at the hop at the
Fort-the cynosure Of all eyes, with his
] Apollo head and his air of medieval
knight errantry. And he was there;
it's related, moreover, that he had eyes
for none of the beautiful women who
graeed the suspicious occasion, after
the model made her debut in the Raget
/ gown.
You would be surprised wrote
Montant about this time to a chum of
the Latin Quarter. ito see how desper-
ately infatuated | ami globe-trot-
ter of 10 odd years seasoning
the liveliest child in all the wide world.
But when you see my salon picture,