Hutchinson gazette., 1902-01-23
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AFAREwELL DINNER,


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II was the Van Waggemans who in
troduced judith Tankeryllle to society.
and she was 30 much Of success thet
In six weeks she counted her men
friends by the scores and not a dow
ager nor debutante could lind fault
with her, Refinement, beauty, tact ard
eAperence-Mlss Tankerville had
them all Money? Nobody knew, but
the women made shrewd gpesses wlIeG
the rec0unted the number and rare
splendor OF the jewels which she wore,
At every ball or reception a different
and more singular breach or necklace
was At her matchless throat, some odd,
barbaric gem was in her blllowy black
hair.
AS for her antecedents, everybody
knew-that the Tankerylles were an
old Irish -ingllsh family OF high blood
and big achievements, The Van Wag-
gemans had met Miss Judith ut Flor
ence and later In New York, In tho
company OF the best people," Her
distinguished bearing and foreign air
did the rest, She had the style Par
islam, the English pose, the Dublin
brogue gave It's inimitable tang to the
music of her voice. Tho debuntante
enyied and Initiated her amiable sta
teliness and saw with eminent gratih-
cation that she eluded, though she
could not discourage, the pursuit Of
tho eligible" young men, Mammal
with marrlageablo sons and daughters
commended the brilliant foreigners
mingled discretion and brililancy and
took her up" safe In the certainty
that she was neither an adventures
nor fortune-teler, She BECAME the
rage" among the men and the pro-
tege of the women-evldence In Itself
Of Il mastery diplomacy
II was late in December at one Of
Mrs. Boleau's afternoons that Carrie
Hunter Grant, widow Of the millionaire
coffee roaster, twitted her hostess
about possible case" between Mrs,
Bolleau's elder brother and the Tank
erville.
"To me he looks hit, whispered
the widow, airectionately. Whenever
Judith appears he becomes distralt,
Enthusiastically bushes. Just fancy.
o white-haired veteran like the major
blushing at sight Of girl"
Carrie, Carrie, you inveterate plot
ter" sighed the hostess, brother
George will never marry again unless
-" (arching her eyebrows knowingly,
She knew that Mrs, Grant had her
heart set on the rich wldower)
Besides" she resumed, his daugh-
Ter is of age now, and I'm sure he has
10 thought Of himself I'll she's settled
in life."
"By the way" said Mrs, Grant
changing the topic did you ever
notice that marvellous watch Miss
Tankerville wears?"
"Whlch one? I've noticed that sho
wears q different watch every week or
So"
81 mean that fiat, antique tAing on
crusted with fllgrce, There never was
anything like 1t on earth, I'm dying
to know where she got 1t, If you ever
get a chance ask her, will you, dear"
II was almost dark when Mrs, Grant
started for her carriage, In the vest!"
bule she met Major Glendenln, Mrs
Boileaus brother, who paused under
the lamp to greet her, Mrs Bolicau
was at her shoulder, chatting, and both
women stood to chaif the. old beau.
Finally said the widow:
Major, what time is it? want to
stop at Mrs, Henry's II have time"
The major fumbled under his over
coat, and pulled out his watch-a
queer outlandish fat one encrusted
with amber flligree.
what a queer match" snapped the
widow, laying her hand on Mra.
Bolleau's arm. why it's something
like Miss Tankerviie wears"
Both women peored at the baublo,
but it was jerked back into the majors
pocket in trice,
Quarter past five" blurted the wild
over flushing and boiling into The
house.
AHA, my foxy major" giggled the
widow, what do you think of him
now, Mrs. Boileau?" The hostess
laughed nervously, said, 81 can't be-
lleve it, and went in.
1t was a week later that Major Glen
denim gave q dinner at his club co ten
Of his old cronies. They were all old
soldiers of war or finance; rich, gray
old foxes of the fatherly sort; sleek
we'll groomed men of fashion who
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