Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1899-01-27

CHATTER y.
Ol "A app, &red a. Kate llaldcI>tle at
Tuxedo, and the town, TT that part Of
it circling Ill carefully barred orbit,
talked Of her. The papers seized on her
as something new and printed pictures
of her as a beauty, libelous things in
which she looked dropsical ct murder
Gus or only Larinicssly mad. Mrs. Err
lesson kept the reporters well informed,
fumed over the newspaper abortions Of
her darling, went with Eor everywhere,
to noon breakfasts, to dances ending at
dawn. and IN asides too. pill TO stay
her heart.
Every one knew that s,aicdiry Joyce,
who had met Olga in London, had been
her sponsor in the best society. In his
sister box at TIE opera she had made
her first appearance III New York. He
had got invitations for her, given a
luncheon in her honor, and at his roors
on Fifth avenue, at tea where rajah
in marvellous turban winked his brill
liant eyes, David Temple saw her again.
There are some men one cannot disas
sociate from the names upon their visit
ing cards. Smedley Joyce was one of
these. Smedley, even to his intimates,
seemed an ilnpertinence and Mr.. Joyce
commonplace. He was his full mare,
from the glittering apex CT his bald
crown to the toe of his equally glitter
ing boot. If he could, he would have
been lighter, younger and with the
lungs of football half back, but just
as he was people deferred to him. Hope
lessly devoted to a single life, his cult,
however, was feminine beauty. and the
woman he admired became the fashion.
Tho personality of Smedley Joyce per-
Taded New York. He was permanent
fad; his vogue was unQuestioned, like
thu Thanksgiving turkey and the horse
show.
In the fragrance and dusk of his beau
tiful rooms he seized David's hand in
greeting and gave it the fashionable up
ward jerk.
"Ah, you did get up to see US. you
areadfully busy man! You'd make us
forget you if that were possible" And
David found himself passed on to make
room iOr the next conner.
He declined tea from the matrons re-
ceiving and kept near the door. He had
come in only for few moments to see
the rajah and talk with him. AS he
stood there, his big shoulders and keen
face showing clearly above those sur
rounding him. he looked across the
whispering. constantly changing crowd
for the famous Hindoo.
Close by the big, yawning leaves of
ralms screening the either players he
fIw him. The loan brown profile with
the huge crimson turban above was
bending over some one. 1t was Olga.
When the crowd parted, David saw her
plainly.
She was on low seat beside a pink
lamp, her mother, now chatting at a
little distance, having early seen the
advantage Of the rosy light. She was in
velvet and furs, her lips rnder deli
cate veil lazily smiling. A hat with a
brim, and big one, Swallowed her eyes
and gave them deeper mystery. Her
pose was regal, gentle. The upward
glances given to the rajah were lazy,
provoking. Her delicate lips were hu-
mid with childish CONSEQUENCES.
No wonder David and dozen other
men who watched her came to the same
decision-she was beautiful, loving,
gentle, true. She seemed the sort Of
woman men SO frequently choose as a
wife and never as a comrade; a help
less, fascinating, fastidious creature
whose eyes express the words: TELL
me, dear, just what to do. You know
SO much better than l." not a woman
Of original opinions on anything un-
der the sun; as conventional in
thought as in the way she wore her
hair; not tailor made, independent or
athletic; one whose gowns were always
marvels to mems eyes, fragrant mys-
teries of lace and ribbons; a woman to
love ease and cushions and never 70.
member an address, to COO to q baby,
crave needlework and dabbie in charity,
altogether a seductive contrast to the
restless spirit of mans business life.
Her physical radiance came upon
David for the second time with the
power of summons. He had frequent
ly thought Of her since the previous
meeting. No one who once saw Olga
ever quite forgot her. Side by side with
the fancy Of what Elaine might have
been her lovely face. rare in type. took
its place.
He made his way to her and she gave
him her hand, sinking back in lazy
attitude. The rajah was forgotten by
him, and they talked Of many things, Of
trif1es mostly, but Olga had a way Of
making light talk enhancing. Her
speech was pretty and her laziness
wrapped a listener with q sense Of mag
netio quiet.
Growing more serious, she questioned
David about The Citizen, Of Anne's po-
sition in the Office and spoke in an at
tractively feminine way Of the mystery
attending the making Of newspaper.
Chow can Anne do it?' she said.
smoothing her muff. her trustful eyes
lifted to his. "Oh, suppose I'm stu
pid, helpless, but I shouldn't like such
q life of tension and rush; always
among the wheels-that's how it seems
to me. I'm afraid I'd be like silly
butterfly caught in machine"
"Anne's desires are different from
yours" said David, and the perfume of
the violets under her chin lightened his
heart as if the shade of spring had pass
ed him. He looked at her almost ten
derly. "Yours are better.''
"Think soi''
Better for q woman" he said soft
ly. II think SO, but perhaps I'm intol-
Grant, perhaps I'm old fashioned. ad-
mire Anne, and like her more than I
can say. like many women who hold
her ambitious views, but they seem to
me to gain brilliancy and self reliance
at the sacrifice Of a quality that is beau
tiful and indefnable, like a mist or o
perfume.
"And you don't despise a woman
who likes needlework?" asked Olga, as if
confessing to one of her pet diversions,
"who doesn't belong to woman g
club, who cries over novel and maybe
not one of the bcst?''
"God forbidv" said David vehement
ly. "Soon she'll be found only among