The Washington weekly post. (Washington, D.C.) 1878-1916, 1899-04-25

| Die over here aren't as much fetssred as
we think them After all, clothes don /.
make the mzn--Sartor Resartuz-though
/ Carlyle was a splendid man. went right
| down into Chelsea to see that little house
/ he did all that big work in Shah come
right back here as soon as I've brushed
up litter"
You will ind mamma here" said Enid
/ The mention OF that august name seem
: ed TO bring back sudden chill OF pro-
pTiety With IT.
/ When she herself came into the draw
| inE-room. she was radiant in the white
/ silk and pearls that made her more like
a lily than ever There was that hushed
air Of solemnity over the place that her
/ aids the amour cement OF the great daily
sacrifice OF dinner. Her mother. full OF
a majesty that vet had a kind OF chilled
horror in II. was dropping stately SEN
/ teEceE upon the cheerful young man. who,
in Unabashed morning dress, stood self
possessed and gay before ker. Lord
/ Brcclhurst, over BY the fireplace, filed
with It's orchids and ferns, was regarding
{ him darby as the usnrper OF hereditary
rights. For an instant even Enid faltered
at the contrast between her shimmeri1g
six and his tweed. Then she said "Sar-
to- Resartus" to herself. as If it were a
WstchwOrd, ard came forward with a
/ courageous smile.
Talk at the dinner table Of the Abbey
was seldom Of brilliant order. II went
on two legs. lin-pirgly. Tonight the
! young man from Chicago took it into his
own grasp. and drove IL. He talked TO
/ Lord Broekhurst about his land. 10 Lady
Brockhurst about her flowers. 20 Enid
and the major portion of his conversation
certainly went 10 her-he talked of books,
and pictures, and dances. He was bright
and amusing and agreeable. Enid
thought she had never met any one so
! agreeable.
sudden recollection OF her mother
matrimonial commands flashed over her
as she was peeling a peach to lay on her
plate. She aushed a sudden vivid crimson
that made her glow as with glory. but It
was not the flush Of aversion.
Lacy Brockhurst went so far in her ca
pacity OF hostess as to evince faint re-
turn interest in her undesired guest.
When something was said about Lord
! Brockhurst's prize Berkshire pigs she Ian
guidly supposed that Percy took an inter-
est in tire subject. as coming from Chi
cago. For a moment he looked puzzled,
/ then he smiled a little.
"Oh. we 90 something besides pork in
Chicsgor' he said. my interests are
sauce. you know"
Saucer" echoed Lady Broekhurst, be-
wildered.
''Yet-Percys appetizer-a sauce that
beats Worcestershire. We sell tons of il
through the whole OF America. You don
know il? III cable home for gallon,
f al
its equal. It's made from my grand
mothers own recipe. and we're proud
of it,
The servants we're still in the room. and
Lady Broekhurgt gasped family When
Enidi and she reached the drawing-room
/ her indignation burst .ts barriers.
"Percy's saucer She could not bring
! herself TO the Appetizer And on the
bottles, no doubt! Gracious heavens! Do
not dress clothes exist across the Allan
tic? | could not credit my eyes when
saw MIN come down to diuner."
His luggage didn't come in time for
him to dress" said Enid apologetically.
II told him il didn't matter"
You told himI You allowed him to
appear at the table in morning dress
Enid. am amazed at your
What else could he do?" For the first
time in her life Enid argued with a par
/ ent. ether parents trusted their daugh-
! ters' judgment.
He could have dined In his room, or
borrowed from your father!''
Papa is miles too stoUt-his things
would be like balloons on Mr. Percy. Be-
sdes-what do clothes matter? Carlyle
/ says they don't a bit.
Lady Brockhurst could hardly credit her
/ ears. Was her own child expressing an
! independent opinion? Carlyle was a
clever man, 10 doubt" she said with Sc
verify, but he had many revolutionary
and democratic IDEAS which are better left
unreferred to. You can go to the piano,
Enid, and play till the gentlemen join
! u.s."
1t was just ten evenings after that that
the round yellow moon, staring down On
the aOwer-decked terrace at the Abbey,
saw a sight it had watched for many a
generation. nc doubt. with repeated mod
/ ifications.
The long windows of the drawing-roem
stood open. for the night was hot, and
two young people had strayed out through
them Courtesy supposed them 10 be still
! within earshot of their watchful chaper-
ons sitting by the tall lamps within, but
/ in truth they had strayed away into
deeper shadow.
} The old moon looked down with a bland
good nature. The young man was speak,
/ ing eagerly, ardently, passionately. He
dropped his voice and he edged nearer a :
| he went On; the girl at his side dropped
/ her head like lily on its stalk and was
silent. he made d sudden step nearer;
/ he stopped and pressed his lips 10 the lit
| tie hand that rested like a snowflake on
/ the gray terrace wall. The moon gave Il
/ resigned shrUS. This was the moment
I when traditional politeness always drove
/ IL 10 hide its head in cloud. When il
came out again a BLACK arm stood out in
/ bold relief against a white sash, and a
golden head was like d star against one
that was brown as nut.
| And my darling! my darling. do YOU
/ really carer came from the lips that
were too close TO others for clear speech.
If an answer trembled back it could not
be heard; but Hiram Percy did no5 seem
! depressed by its absence in any case.
You're sure you don't mind all that il
means? l feel real mean to ask you when
l think about il. America isn't lust like
! England, you know, though TO my mind.
/ OF course, it's the best. But we haven't
any old abbeys, or castles, or nails, or
( moldering buildings. Chicago houses are
! all pretty new"
That must be rather pleasant, I Should
I think. Perhaps there aren't so many
draughts, and rats. and black corners to
catch the dust" Oh, Enid, Enid. were
[ you already growing a traitor TO all
/ Brockhurst tradition, and the assurance
/ that the Abbey was the most desirable
place Of residence on the face of the round
! earth?
You can make your mind easy about
1 that But there isn't any royal family.
1 you know, and you can't go TO court, or
J drawing rooms, or junkets OF that sort"
/ Ora wing-roons are dreadful bores"
/ Could Lady Brockhurst have heard her
child
You have TO crush through scores Of
people, and take hours OF fuss If there
! isn't any royalty, there aren't ehaperons,
: are there? think one could give up the
I one for the sake of getting rid Of the
/ other very WE'LL
No. there ISN'T much stock al chape-
rons Girls can take care of themselves.
and every man they meet wants 10 help
I them-not tear them into bits, as they
I sae-, 10 think aver here. thevfd 20 ~ ,be,-