The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-12-18
A FAREWELL BACHELOR DINNER

| Il was the Van XVaggeInans who intro
( duced Judith TaEkerViiie 70 society and
( she IVES 50 much Of q success that IN SIX
i weeks she counted ler men friends by the
I scores ard not a dowager nor a reSutante
could md fault with her. Refinement,
/ beauty. tact and experience-diss Tan
/ 6arVille had them al. Money Nobody
Knew. bur the women made shreFd
I guesses when they recpu1ted the number
aud rare splendor of the jewels which she
wore At every ball or reception al
fereht and more singular brooch or neck
+ lace was at her matches throat, some
I odd, sarbaric gem was IN her billo~y
black hair.
AS for her anteeedents. everybody knew
what the Van NNaggemans kneW-Jh2t
the Tankeryilles were an Old Irish-E,n-
glish family Of high blood and big
achievements. The Van Naggemans had
met Miss judith at Florence and later
in New York. in the company OF the
best people" Her distinguished bear
ing and foreign air did the rest She had
( the style Partisan. the English pose, the
1 Dublin br0gue gave its ininitable tang
/ 10 the music Of her voice. The debutante
! envied and initiated her arniabie stateii-
ness and saw with eminent qualification
that she eluded though she could not dis
courage, the pursuit of the eligible
young men. NIammas with marriageal,le
sons and daughters commended the bril-
liant foreigners mingled discretion and
/ brilllancy and took her up" safe in the
Z certainty that she was neither an ad-
ventures nor a fortune teller. She be-
came the rage among the men and the
/ protege of the women-eyidence in itself
/ of d mastery diplomacy.
=! IL was late in December at one Of Mrs.
I Boileau's afternoons that Carrie Hunter
/ Grant, widow of the millionaire coffee
rooster, twitted her hostess about a pos
! sible case between Mrs. Boileau's elder
brother and the Tankerville.
To me ne looks hit " whispered the
widow, affectionately. whenever Judith
actually bushes. Just fancy, a white
+ haired veteran like the major blushing
at sight of a girl.
Carrie, Carrie, you inveterate plot
ster" sighed the hostess, brother George
viii never marry again unless" (arching
! her eyebrows knowingly. She knew that
! Mrs. Grant had her heart set on the
rich widower)
4 Besides" she resumed, This daughter
is of age now. and In sure he has no
thought Of himself till she's settled in
life"
BY the way" said Mrs. Grant. chang
ing the topic, did you ever notice that
marvellous watch Miss Tankerviile
wears?"
Which one? I've noticed that she
wears a different watch every week or
So"
Il mean that nat, antique thing en-
! crusted with hligree. There never was
anything like it on earth. I'm dying to
know where she got it. If you ever get
a chance ask her, viii you. dear?'
II was almost dark when Mrs Grant
! started for her carriage. In the vesti-
/ bule she met Major Giendenin. Mrs.
Boileaus brother, who paused under the
! lamp to greet her. Mrs. Boileau was al
her shoulder, chatting, and both women
stood TO chaf the old beau. Finally said
the widow:
Major. what time is II? / want to stop
at Mrs. Henrys II ! have time"
The major fumbled under his over
coat, and pulled out his watch-a queer,
! outlandish fat one encrusted with amber
fligree.
What a queer watch snapped the
widow laying her hand on Mrs. Boileau s
arm, why, it's something ike one Miss
! Tankerville wears"
Both women peered at the bauble. but II
was jerked back into the majors pocket
in a trice.
Quarter past five" blurted the Wild
over. flushing and boltng into the house.
Aha, my foxey major. giggled the
widow what do you think Of him now.
Mrs. Beileau?" The hostess laughed
nervousIy, said. Il can't believe it, and
went in.