Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-02-25

She did not return very prolnptiy'
She was not at all averse, porh
sehemer as she was, that Mrs. Monette,
looking unutterably lovely under the
pale-pink canopy of her lace-covered
parasol should remain conspicuously
in evidence at that fashionable hour
for driving.
Upstairs she made industrious use OF
the moments to enforce upon her new
ally the necessity for doing something
vigorous
She did not propose campaign OF
mastery inactivity. Madame's plans
were always dashing, aggressive, bold,
to a point of audacity For once in her
life she did not resent Mildred's dig
nifled elaboration in the matter OF
getting into her things" She pur-
sued her into her dressing room with
out apology.
eff she is to conquer place in New
York society, dear Miss Fielding,
worth calling a position 1T must be
done before the edge is taken on pub
| lie curiosity. 1t must be done while
her beauty, the fascination OF her
manners and the story OF her wealth
are matters of discussion at the CLUBS
| and afternoon teas. She will become
stale and fiat so soon"
Never! She is more beautiful
than ever. She seems TO have come
into possession of her soul since she
went away"
Nine. LIE Due smirked. She re-
ceived every compliment to Mrs. Mon
cite as personal tribute.
"She found it in my beautiful
France. All people have souls there"
There are few on this side of the
water" said Mildred, severely, draw
ing on her last glove.
Eyes, of course; who would deny it?
But this reception. You will urge it
upon her, will you not. dear Miss
Fielding?"
"She knows so few people"
Madame spread her gloved fingers.
"You mistake. She knows the
Fieldings. Mr.. Hedges-little mon
key, he's already her slave-and-"
"Mr. Hedges? Mrs. Monette's adj
mirer?"
Mildred lifted her brows in surprise,
not at all pleased. Her first act Of
courtesy to Mrs Monette on her return
to America had been a dinner The
artist had been one of the guests of
the occasion. She supposed-what
right had she to suppose anything?
Hedges was man of taste, and the
beautiful Mrs. Monette was fair game.
Nine. LIE Due chucked inaudibly.
Indeed. yes! He called very soon
after your dinner to give expert judg-
ment upon some pictures she bought
on the other side. And now matters
have progressed so rapidly that he is
to be her purchasing agent for pic
lures. He is to create a gallery for
her. Bah! They talk pictures until
could fancy we were living in can
vas world, and that we were all painted
men and painted women-nothing
more, nothing less"
"She knows the Desbrows?" said
Mildred, inconsequently.
eli oh To ~ oh
We were on the wing. Mrs. LIE Roy
Armstrong had begged us to stop over
at Nice for a day or two. We stopped
over nearly week. Mrs. Desbrow and
she exchanged cards."
We'll, then, she could have the Des-
brows and the Armstrong; and the
Fieldings and-little Hedges! Rather
meager."
Nine. LIE Due looked at her reproach-
fully.
You should see her card-receiver.
/ assure you it is very promising
showing. Moreover, this is an occa-
sion that calls for a-what is it you
wheelmen, your bicyclers, say when
they go head over heels-so?"
Take header?"
Precisely. This is an occasion that
calls for header We must take our
social plunge-very soon. Nothing
stands still in New York. Either 1t is
pushed to the wall and is forgotten or
1t rides the crest Of the wave tri-
umphantly."
Mildred laughed, and led the way to
the elevator.
you are getting your figures out OF
speech dreadfully mixed UP. my dear,
but fancy you are right in the main
thought when she came back to
America she would be in position to
aafov her au,na In, nc nAvnr hefor.