The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-09-21
ANGELA AND THE
AMERICAN MAN
"A True Story by a British
ChaPerOne.
Story by
"A True
ChaPerOne.

This is the true story of the woes of
a British chaperone. She told it, poor
lady. some four or five days after her
landing in New York-not all at once,
or with fluency. but between innumer-
able cups of tea in the discouraged tone
of one whose fidelity to duty has been
i'll rewarded. Her black bonnet, lab
eled "genteel," nodded emphasis occa-
sionally, and she gave point to her
opening wall of despair by the tapping
of an aristocratic white forefinger.
IF the great American continent will
kindly tell me what 1 am to do with
Angela" she began, as one driven to
her last hope, IT shall be very much
obliged. America-at least one-half OF
Americans answerable for the trouble,
and it really seems to me somebody
ought to do something. l do not know
what. 1 do not know anything just
at present. I am not muddled and
worried. and very much upset. There
is store in Broadway where they sell
graves, or so 1 judge, from the sooth
ing little noticesfin the windows about
the beautiful Sea View Cemetery 1
thought of going in and asking for
grave the other day-cheap. 1 have
not the heart to spend money upon my
self now; and in any case, the bargain
sales are on. But there is still some
hope for Angela; and while there is. L
must not lay my transformation toupee
down where the weary are at rest,
much though 1 long to do so.
"It began on the Cunarder, coming
out. The fLucania' had a number of
Americans on board, and 1 saw from
the first day that there was going to
be trouble with Angela. Now, to my
mind, a girl who is engaged to an Eng
fish marquis, and going to be married
in November, with twelve bridesmaids
and three bishops, ought not to know
the shape of any mans nose, except
the one nose that an all-wise Provi-
dence has marked out for her exclusive
reverence and affection. But Angela
would observe the American mems
noses from the very beginning, and
before I had fairly got over the first
two days seasickness she came down
to my cabin with the immodest remark
that she thought straight noses with
nice points to them distinctly prefer
able to parrot beaks. / could not an
swer this: partly because a sudden
luICu VI the COllipc.iS0 iIIc at
that moment to attend strictly to the
rather pressing business in hand; part
ly because 1 was too deeply shocked.
If Lord Wimblebury is not gifted with
beauty (and yet in Disraelis earlier
novels he is described under a thinly
yelled disguise as The handsome heir
of ThimbleboroughD he has other gifts
that should command Angela's allie
glance. 1t is surely, trust more to the
point that her beauty should own a
suitable setting as his wife.
II heard subsequently that the
wretched girl carried her folly so far,
in my unavoidable absence, as to spend
most of her time in endeavoring to
learn the language of the country from
the lips of it's sons. When at last I
was able to appear on deck, she greeted
me with the strange exclamation:
Brace up, auntie! You're got a move
on at last. I thought you'd taken
root in you cabin She refused the
morning cup of bouillon on the grounds
that she would rather have sherry
cobbler, and when ] demonstrated
gently, she requested me to go way