The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-09


with scornful upllrt OF ner curved
childish upper lip, which was Supremacy
characteristic, she reminded me of il
snake l once saw when went quail
shooting with dad down on Long Is
land. He put his head out between the
bushes as we passed and Missed at NE
Dad drew his gun and shot his head off
on the spot.
Then, quietly, with intense resolve,
she murmured these memorable words,
which started over the ocean two days
later, indited by Aunt Mildred with in
tense delight, to be read a week after
ward with great gusto by doting .a
terfamilias to his wife:
II wish had a gun
CHAPTER vi.
81 just perceived, Whispered in hor-
ror stricken tones the World ia the ear
of the Flesh cit was my unfortunate.
privilege to witness most reprehensi-
BILE proceeding"
"And what was thato' an2iously
from the Flesh.
81 just saw that little Frenchman,
who entered ten minutes since with III.
Desmoulins, squeeze the young lady i'll
the white satin dress embroidered With
pompadour flowers. -
"My dear, % remarked the Flesh re-
signedly, "have you not been in wicked
Paris long enough to recognize that its
undeniable Generalization is bound,
sooner or later to communicate itself to
all young American upstairs visiting it
for the first timer"
True gentlemen We're never guilty
of such rudeness in Bangor, /" remarked
the Devil mendaciously. She never lost
the racy opportunity of reminding her
palmer sisters that she once had been a
beauty. Then she added, With superfu-
GUS veracity, coupled with unconscious
pathos, "And when they We're they never
followed it up"
Priscilla was arguing hotly with
Constance. They had retired into an
adjoining room, ostensibly to imbibe
some lukewarm sirup which Mime.
Picaud had loudly asserted would cool
their Threats after dancing, but in reali-
ty to "have it out" with each other.
81 cannot understand" remarked
Priscilla, chow your friend M. Des-
mouths dared introduce such horrid
little man to you or to your acquaint-
ances."
"The Count Baradat de Lacaze is not
horrid," returned Constance. eff he
held you too tight, it was because he
was afraid you would fall on the Slip
! perry floor; that is all. You can t expect
a Frenchman to be exactly like an
American, can you? Autres pays, autres
m9urs. am sure he intended no rude
ness. On the contrary, he admires you
immensely. He told me SO five minutes
since %
"He took mighty queer way of
evincing his admiration. replied Pris-
ella hotly. Z"
Nonsense, said Constance. eff
you are going to be such ridiculous
prude, you might just as we'll renounce
any success at the beginning of your
career. Count Baradat de Lacaze be-
longs to one of the Oldest families in
France. He has the bluest blood in his
veins, so M. Desmoulins told me, and
he is enormously rich. He owns three
or four magnificent chateaux.
cit is pity he does not stay in
them, . said Priscilla, still unappeased,
her checks burning hotter and hotter.
81 can t conceive why he came here if
he is at liberty to frequent the most
aristocratic circles. as heard M. Des-
mouths inform you.
"How unreasonable you are, Priscil-
la! He breakfasted with M. Desmoulins
today, and he brought him here just 70
fill in couple Of hours. %
81 wonder if you have entirely for
gotten" said Priscilla, "what a gem
uine American gentleman is like-a
man, mean"
~ am almost afraid that have, -
Constance confessed regretfully.
"They are the cleanest things said
Priscilla inadequately. ''They look SO
we'll brushed, and they are SO magnifi-
Gently set up. They nearly always wear
fresh violets or a new species of chrys-
anthemum in their buttonholes, and"-
There's man in the doorway" in
terrupted Constance suddenly, "who
looks exactly like one of the perfect
creatures you are describing wonder
who he is never saw him before.
Why, he is speaking to your aunt %
"There is no possibility of any decent
American coming here" cried Priscilla
stormily. "The sitting air would suffo-
cate one of them in the first place, and
these horrid little greasy Frenchmen
would irritate them in the second. !"
"He is coming this way" said Con-
stance.
"Let him come, . cried Priscilla de-
family, and then she continued: 'And
the way they dance, Constance-oh, it
is perfectly divinel would give year
Of my life to have just one waltz with
an American man in the Newport ca
sino."
81 can't import the casino," said a
merry. memorable, masculine voice in
her ear, but am willing to try the
dance.
Then Priscilla turned She looked