Arizona republican., 1899-01-14

work in dead earnest that she turns out
 her magnificent men and women" He
 clnsped both hands together with a
 fervor that in almost anyone else would
 have been solely comic. And Kathleen
 Kennaird is one of the last!'
 'T wonder" said Lexington, dryly,
 and yet with a polite air of venture,
 whether you have any feelings of this
 sort about Mrs. Kennaird, her mother g
 Alonzo broke into high and hearty
 laugh. ''Shes worldliness itself!'' he
 cried. 'Who doubts it? But she's very
 picturesque figure. I like to look at
 her. She sweeps through life so. Her
 chief idea of being happy is to don a
 new gown and meet people, She's
 tremendous as an incarnate idea.
 should like to paint her as that If I
 only coulGl It would be great picture
 Her eyeglasses would be half lifted. and
 her head would be a good deal thrown | back, and there would be pillows of silk or satin below her waist, and she
 would have her arms and neck barred, for they're really saperb, and-wen, Flctcher?" These two last words were addressed to his valet, who had just ap- peared at the open doorway. Guests had begun to arrive. and Alonzo hast ened downstairs to receive them. Al most the first greeting he received was. one from his sister, Mrs. Van Santvoord.
 "Lonz," she'said, what on earth do you mean by turning mp in that scan- dalous coatP''
 'It isn't scandalous, Kitty; it's repre- sentative" He appealed, in his least re- poscfll style, to great lady of fashion who stood at his sisters side ''I'm is suing an edict." he went on, with that kind of intimate and hysteric loquacity by which he had contrived to shock and yet amuse many associates, ''I intend saying: Let there be velvet coats at af- tarnoon teas and there shall be velvet coats"
 The lady, a handsome brunette, grande dame to her fnger-tips, gave an obstinate shake of her neat-bonneted head.
 ''No," she declared, q, for one, shan't agree to any rule so rowdy." "Rowdy!' shouted Alonzo. He caught one of her gloved hands and peered into her face with his eyes quizzicaly twinl1ling. lilly. you're q horl.id thing, and I'll never be friends with you any more. You don't love me, Lily, you know you don'tr'
 It was the madness of stiffness, and impertinence as well. Lillian Pough- keepsie was one of the leaders of the most exclusive set. People rarely ad- dressed her except in terms of the strictcst courtesy, and her social nod was potent enough to unbar for a strug- gler the gildcd and filigreed gates of the Four Hundred.
 Mrs Van Santvoord who revered Mrs. Poughkcepsie's position, drew back with gasp of: "Oh, Alonzo, how can you?"
 Mrs. Porghlseepsie remained speech less, with hardening face. But Alonzo didn't mind that You sec" he ex- claimed, appealing to his sister, Lily doesn't love me, and I'm going to re ceivc everybody else in my shirt-sleeves. He took off the velvet coat and bundled it under one arm. ''This,'' he con tinued, lis to be my despairing posture for the rest of the afternoon He | struck so ridiculous an attitude that | Mrs. Poughl5eepsie burst into an unwill ing scream of mirth. She forgave him, just as everybody else did-just as he had bee2 forgiven last week at a very select cocillOn for pretending drunken ness and tunbli1g flat on his back in | the middle of the ballroom. And now, while he was re-clothiag himself, a Of people pressed about him, ladies, inquiring what his last madness had meant, and prepared | to roar with laughter at it before they had heard it explained.
 But @ little group remained apart, and in this was a young man who de tested him, though glad enough to ap- pear at his festal summons.
 "Oh! it's only some new caddish prank said the young man. ''He,s al- ways behaving like that.'
 But he wakes people up so,'' said a girl who was not belle and to whom he had been kind.
 You wouldn't say that of me-" re- piled the young man, ''if I were to carry on so outrageously."
 The girl gave a pout and toss of the head. You're not Alonzo Lispenard,' g she retorted.
 "Yoa mean that ! haven't got two millions of dollars" whispered the young man, in her ear, "and that can't throw away fifty thousand every year of my life in dinners and dances and frolics for my friends"
 The girl chose to ignore this burst O blOICll1C9S' I4OOiA, Silt S<IIu uercs Miss Kennaird, just coming in with he: mother. How sober he gets as he zoe: to greet her They say she doesn't ap prove of his 'larking' style"
 "Well she may not. How beautiful she is!'
 'Do you think so?'' shrugged tn, girl. ''She's too tall for my taste, anc then don't like her eyes They're like ice"
 "Blue ice-or green, if you please with blaze of sun on it. Besides, the long curls of their black lashes helr them so. And she has a face as deli. eate as an Orchid.'
 "How can she wear that black velve1 with sables," pursued the girl. ''They say these Kennair,ls