The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-14

Come, now Mrs. Drelner, you're too
good a friend of Mauburn's-about his
marrying I mean. You fixed him to
tackle me low the very first half of one.
game we know about, right when was
making a fine run down the field, too. 1 m
going to have better interference. this
time. ~ i,
''Silly! Your. chances are quite as good
as his there this moment.
.':You may think so; I know better" :.
Sand of course in any other affair, 70
never think Of 49, ys.g.s-.a;s
s.P'raps so; but I'd rather not chance
it just YETI
.'But who is she? What a magnificent
mop of hair. It's like that rich piece Of
ore Mr. Bines showed us, with copper and
gold in it,
...Well, / don't mind telling you she's the
| widow of a southern gentleman, Colonel
Brench Wybert.''
"Ah, indeed did notice that two-inch
| band of@-black at the bottom of her. ac-
cordeen- plated petticoat I'll wager that S
a Rue de la zPaix idea of mourning for
ones dead husband. And she conades her
grief to the. world with such charming
discretion. Half the New York women
can't hold their skirts up as daintily as she
does it. I dare say, now. her tears could
be dried by the right comforter?''
l. Milbrey looked important.
| "And don't mind telling you the late
Colonel Brench Wybert left her a fortune
made in Montana copper. Can't say how
much, but two weeks ago she asked the
governors advice about where to put a
spare million and half in cash. Not sc
bad, eh?' .-.-,e s-..-.
"oh. this new plutocracy! Where dc
they get it?''
"How old, now, should you say she
WASH
4 Mrs. Drelmer glanced up again at the
color scheme of heliotrope seated in vic
toria upholstered in tan brocade.
Thirty five, L should say-about.''
"Just 2s."
"Just about what I should say-she' {
4 say ~
Come now, you women can't help 1t
can you? But you can't deny she's stun
ning?"
Indeed I can't! She's beauty-and
good luck to you. lis that the Viluca com
ing in? No; it has two stacks; and it,
not your people because the Lotus i
black. shall go back to the hotel
BERTHE Trafford brought me over on tn
Z. trolley. must find him first and do al
!, errand in Thames street..
) At the head Of the stairs they parted
, |Mibrey joining the lady who had waite
+ for him.
3 Hers was. a person to gladden. the eye
> Her figure tall and full, was of graceful
! and abundant perfection of contours; he
' face, precisely carved and showing tn
family generous rounding of maturity
I was warm in coloring, with dark eyes
. well shaded and langoruos; her full lip
t betrayed their beauty in a ready and fas
y cinating laugh; her. voice was a rich. war;
contralto and her speech bore. just fir
of the soft r-less drawl Of the south.
She had blazed into young Milbrey
darkness one night in the palm room I
the Hightower hotel, escorted by a please
: and, beefy youth Of his acquaintance. WI
later told him of their meeting at tt
n American embassy in Paris, and who III
It Isuspectinglyf presented him Since the
n meeting the young man had been her al
d Iject cavalier. The elder Milbrey, too ha
1; met her at his sons suggestion. He hs
d been as deeply impressed by her helpless
y ness in the matter Of a million and a ha
d dollars of idle funds as she had been by h
y aristocratic bearing and enviable positic
j. in New Z ork society.
II Sorry to have kept you waiting. II
- Lotus hasn't come lin sight yet. Let's lo
y. lover to the beach and have some tall, CO
i ZONES"
who was your elderly friend?' 81
J., asked, as they were driven slowly up Il
old fashioned street
a 30, that's Joe Drelnner. She's not
= old, you know; not a day over forty j
can't be; fine old stock she was a Leyde
,e brock and her husbands family is one
the very oldest in New York. Awful
fs exclusive. Down to meet friends, b
they'd not shown up, either. That r
80 minds me; they're friends of ours, te
- and must have you meet them. They
- from your part of the country-the Bines
- ''The-ah---'",s
- ..Bines; family from Montana; dece
- enough sort; didn't know but you mig
: have heard of them, being from your pa
i Of the country. =
er ..Ah, never think of that vulgar we
ed as my part of the country at all. A
to part is dear old Virginia, where my fath'
General @Tulver. and his father and
Of fathers father all lived the lives Of cou
q try gentlemen after the family came he