The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-21

ton from type. These two have rallled
their host upon his modiShly trimmed
side-yhiskers
You're right" says Mr. Higbee, amiably.
Il amt stuck any myself on this way OF
trimming up mans face. but the madam
will have it this way-says 1t looks more
refined and New YOrky. And now, do you
know, ever since I've wore EN- this way
ever since I had EN- scraped from around
under my neck here-I have TO go TO Florl-
da every winter. Come January or Febru-
airy, get bronchitis every blamed year!
Two of the guests only are alien to the
barbaric throng.
There is the noble Baron Ronault De
Palliac, decorated, reserved, observant-al-
most WistfUl. For the moment he is pic
turing dutifully the luxuries a certain mar
riage would enable him to procure for his
noble father and his aged mother, who
eagerly await the news of his quest for the
golden fleece. For the baron contemplates,
after the fashion of many conscientious ex-
plOrers, q marriage with q native woman;
though he permits himself to cherish the
hope that ii may not be conditioned upon
his adopting the manners and customs OF
the particular tribe that he means to hon
Monsieur the baron has long since been
obliged to confess that a suitable mes
alliance is none too easy of achievement,
and, in testimony of his vicissitudes. he has
written for a Paris comic paper a series OF
grimly satiric essays upon New York So
ciety. Recently, moreover, he has been upon
the verge of accepting employment in the
candy factory of bourgeois compatrlot.
But hope has a little revived in the noble
title under the scrutiny of the bewitching
Miss Millicent Higbee and her appreciatve
mother.
And tonight there is not only the pretty
Miss Higbee, but the winning Miss Bines,
whose dot. the baron has been led to un-
drstand, would permit his beloved father
unlimited. piquet at his club, to say moth
Yet these are hardly matters to be gos-
siped Of 1t is enough to know that the
Baron Ronault de Palliac when he discov-
ers himself at table between Miss Bines
and the adorable Miss Higbee, becomes
less saturnine than has for some time been
his wont. He does not forget previous dis
appointments, but desperately snaps his
swarthy jaws in commendable superiority
TO any adverse fate.
''Je ne dome pas un DAMN" he says to
himself and translates, as was his prac-
tice, to better his English-'I do not present
damn. shall take what it Is that 1t
may be-"
The noble Baron De Palliac at this feast
trician of old led in chains that CALLED.
The other alien, Taunton Oldaker, was
present under terms or honorable truce,
willingly and without Interior motive saw
ing-as he confessed to himself-a consum-
ing desire to see how the other half lives"
He was no longer the hunted and dis
mayed being Percival had met in that far
off and impossible Montana; but was now
untroubled, remembering, IT is true, that
this stunning expedition" as he termed
it, had taken him beyond the recognized
bounds of his beloved New York, but Sc
rene in the consciousness that half an
hours drive would land him safely back
at his club.
Oldaker observed Miss Psyche Bines ap-
provingly.
1--WE are so glad to be in New York;"
she had confided to him, sitting at her
right.
you haven't reacned New York YETI The
talk being general and loud, he ventured
This is Pittsburg Chicago, Kansas
City, Denver-almost anything but New
"Of course l know these are not the
swell old families"
Oldaker slipped his glass of old Oloroso
sherry and diScourSed.
And our prominent families, the ones
any more either. They are rather London
and Paris. Their furniture, clothing, plate,
pictures and servants come from one or
the other. Yes, and their manners too,
Germs, their fashions-and-sometim
their-er-morals. They are assuredly not
New York any more than Gobelin tapes
tries and Fortuny pictures and Louis
Seize chairs are New York"
How queerly you talk. Where is New
York, them"
| spoonfuls of torture verte claire.
We'll, l suppose the truth is that there
isn't much of New York left in New York
| the old volunteer fire department. Anyway
| the surviving remnant is coy. Real old
New Workers like myself-neither poor nor
rich-are swamped in these days like those
prehistoric animals whose bones we find.
There comes a time when can't live,
| and deposits form over US and we're lost
even to memory.
| Bines to understand than the English
speech Of the Baron Ronault de Palliac,
and she turned to that noble gentleman as
| the turbot with sauce Coral was served.
The dining room, its wall wainscoted
| from floor TO ceiling in Spanish oak, was
| flooded with soft light from the red silk
| dome that depended from it's crown OF
| gold above the table. The laughter and talk
| were little subdued the scheme of the
rooms. 1t was an atmosphere of prodigal
| and confident opulence. From the music
Haydn quartet, exquisitely performed by
finished and expensive artists.
| Say, Higbee!' it was the oil chief from
| Texas, 'see If them fiddlers of yours can't
| play Ma Honolulu LULU"
Oldaker wincing and turning to Miss
Bines for sympathy heard her say:
Yes. do. Mr.. Higbee! / do love those
ragtme songs-and then have them play
Tell Me, Pretty Maiden and the Inter
| mezZo.'
| He groaned in anguish
| The talk ran mostly on practical affairs
| the current values of the great staple
| commodities; why the corn crop had been
| young Burman of the Chicago Board OF
/ Trade had been pinched in his own wheat
| corner for four millions-"put up by his
admiring father; what beef on the hoot
| commanded: how the Federal Oil Com
| pany would presently own the State OF
| Texas
Almost every Barbarian at the table had
| made his own fortune. Hardly one but
| could recall early days when he toied on
| farm In shop or forest, herded cattle
prospected sought adventure in remote
| and hazardous wilds.
Giant much like them old days, eh
| Higbee2' queried the Crown Prince OF
| Cripple Creek-"when you and me had &c
walk from Chicago to Green Bay, Wiscon.
| sin, because we didn't have enough shill.
| ings for stage fare?" He gazed about him
| SUCCESSFULLY.
Corn beef and cabbage was pretty good