Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-11-22
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derlngly, asked a fat German, who was
sitting next to me, why the people were
so enthusiastic. 'Ach! Fraulein,' he said.
Wlpmg his eyes, what voice he had
Ihey were actually applauding the voice
ne used to have. Wasn't it sentimental
of them?"
More sentiment than sense about it.
! think. Queer Johnnies, those Germans.
How do you like Europe and its ways
Very much"
Better than America ?"
ut is hard to say. For some things
IKE Europe, for Others America. But
think sometimes that Dad made a mis-
take in having me educated over here:
feel rather as if ] were neither fish, flesh.
fowl nor good red herring! When l am
IN America they regard me as a rene
cade, trying to be European; and over
here they seem TO regard me as one of
Bret Harte's characters. OF a member Of
Buffalo Bill's Wild West troupe In
Difference to British prejudices, also te
| amuse myself, | try to live up TO the
| role. When talking to an English per
son, | speak OF 'poppa,' though in private
life l address my dear old dad as
father You see, they think it funny
IN the same way tnat they take our
common everyday expressions as per-
sonal originality"
We'll, YOU know, Americans. especial
iy the girls, have such a bright, smart
clever way of saying things, it makes
them sound clever. Blythe bye, why 10
you call yourself Mamie l should have
| thought person who was christencd
Maraquita, wouldn't care to be known as
| Mamie"
Don't you speak so disparagingly OF
| popular American name, sir" Then
her voice softened, as she went on. 1T
| is because of father. My mother was
called Maraquita, but she died when
was years old, and he was so abso-
| lutely devoted to her, and so broken
| hearted at her death, that he never could
bear to hear her name spoken. He is not
at all like the typical man who has
struck lie but a regular old time Nir-
| gilman. He grew restless after mothers
! death, and travelled about, trying all
| sorts of schemes as a distraction. As is
! often the case with Dame Fortune, she
! shoWercd wealth upon the man who did
not care for it. He sends it nearly all
! over 10 me, to fritter away on Paris
dressmakers and jewellers. My old negro
nurse used to call me Mamie, and the
name has stuck Besides"-with a
! Mamie Wilkinson sounds much
better than Maraquita Wilkinson
Eyes. but
@Well?"
ooh, nothng!" and Ralph Scrope grew
rather red and relapsed into silence lie
sat and pulled his mustache for few
minutes, evidently deep in thought.
Lady Musgrave. who had been tanning
herself vigorously, now turned to Mamie
| and said, 81 can't stand this sitting at
| mosphere any longer. | will 90 out into
| the garden with Sir John, and you young
| people can follow when you feel IN
| clined"
ooh, I'm ready now" And Mamie
closed her fan, and rose from her seat.
AS they passed out of the hot room
into the cool fragrance of the moonlit
garden, she gave a sigh of delight
"Is it not glorious?" she said dream
lily.
Eyes, it is rather Jolly, isn't it," ac-
guessed Ralph. "Shall we sit down, or
would you like to go and watch them
dancing? That's a ripping valse the
band is playing"
What n prosaic mortal you are, and
what more than prosaic language you
| use"
"You shouldn't judge by appearances
Still waters run deep. l may be a poet,
FOR all you know"
ITO quote the words of the old trapper,
You mout, and ag'in you moutn't"
What a pretty girl that is over there,
with the face of one of Raphael's angels.
dancing with that horrid Prince Max
Who is she?"
THAT is the celebrated Mile. Cora, of
the Variety theater; and that tall wom-
an with the cold gray eyes and cynical
mouth is Lady Fescamp, said to be one
of the most caustic wits of society, and
known in some of the worst slums of
London as an angel of comfort and SYM
pathy. Appearances are deceitful, aren't
| they?'
They are indeed; it is queer med
ley. But. oh! look over there! The Deal
of Scarborough is talking to Princess
Ortoffsky, and both are smoking cigar
cites. What would Scarborough say ?"
Receiving no answer, she glanced ut
her companion, who was pulling his mus
tacne, and staring at the ground, in deep
| abstraction.
Mamie wondered what had happened
to the CHEEKY, good humored young sol
der. She had seen good deal of him
during her ten days in Baden, and liked
him well. The pleasant, almost brother
! ly friendlness, SO characteristic of Eng
lish soldiers and sailors, was very at
traetive after the obsequious politeness
and fawning fattery of her foreign adj
| mirers.
Capt. STope never tried to make love
to her, be even criticised her doings ard
| toilettes, as he did those of his cousin:
but he was always ready to perform any
| little service she required, and in an IN
obtrusive manner contrived to be at hand
whenever she wanted to get rid of any
of the numerous adorers that formed her
train. But today there was something
amiss; what, she could not tell
Ralph was just as pleasant, just as
willing to be at her beck and call US
usual, but he was graver, his laugh was
not so ready, and he kept relapsing into
fits of abstraction without any apparent
cause. Her train of thought was inter
rupted by voice saying, "Good evening.