New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-05

country one; and spoiled it. said my angry con-
But, then Louise came in with her black Paris
gown throwing up her conspicuously fair colOring
was obrs ~ % cn5f ns ~ vslf tat she would
have been out of keeping with my imagined sur
maidenhood of Trafalgar days; she the newest
type the product OF the new mixed race Ie9oLenL Oh
an exotic, not garden herb.
house with or without colEes. l stood in great
awe oil Louise and did not always approve OF nef;
" We're always attracted She had some gift of de
had wintered u in in Rome in ST Peters
Purs; In Cairo; she knew Paris cen better than
London, and spoke French with an accent | could
not have attained pain of death. though ner
smaller still When She described these places and
their life intoxicated with the pleasure of her
vein of Gynieism which shocked me = .,,.
world she would say sometimes.
on days when she said this sort of thing used to
pleased with Louise was terrible little pr in
those days Louises manner. with its suggestion OF
herself the edge of the billiard table to make
threw herself down on the shaver lawns by the yew
hedges the careless ring of her laugh-a6ove all
Yet her difference from anything I could ever be
still piqued my. interest, and even IL l remained
away for day always came back
audience doubt If she ever thought Of me at all.
educating me- But she was entirely the centre Of
her own universal fact which was not the least
Are there any young men about here?' she asked
me one day about three weeks after her arrival
oh. l don't know; 1 suppose so. Why 1 de-
Il expect if there are shall hear of them before
long. she said with sapent nod
why indeed she returned laughing Hasn't
it occurred to you. my benghted Phyllis that you
RTt thev % 4on TL Eno 6 sai6 {oIg 1d ANY IAN,
| wish you wouldn't call me Phyllis My names
Phyllis is the name of sweet simplicity. No they
Gont kn0W me; but mats no reason Why they
them in this part OF the world. expected hocks of
II think focks OF young men would be very much
in the way" l remarked sedately.
sour grapes Phyllis. sour grapes said Louise,
, II don't know what you mean" protested
oh. yes. you do! But ! don't suppose you've ever
had proposal in your life."
thought all things appertaining to courtship and
marriage sacred. and. moreover. the crown of ma
y have had twenty-seven'' Louise assured me. q
How horrid!" I exclaimed genuinely; but Louise
| laughed again. Il wonder you want to any
more men," added.
. of course DO! II is such fun.
But If it makes them unhappy questioned.
+, All 1t doesn't make them unhappy. bless you. 1t
r to my as that Louise "a
book, Ny governess believed me as implicitly as I
believed Louise herself.
Miss, Queenchant began again on the same topic
next day She was apparently getting tired of an
There is a Young Mr. Asher" replied. goaded
to desperation by her inquiries after the other sex
Il am glad you think so, said I. with precocious
not at all nice"
"Oh. that's the result Of the country"
Thank you I said. stiffy II have lived in the
country all my life. and do none of these things"
AsS 0h you goose; o you aren't mani But is your
Not at an" answered. with decision.
oh then he won't do dC,,f for me-
bay are ever, very PART 9sFtf td Il: .,rss a
what is more. am beauty as we'll Louise was
very Fl frank can pick OK and choose among all the
tnent as well; and don't mean to throw myself
I went away repealed. for I thought Louise over
rated herself; and concet did not charm me
again met Young man 1yippp q down tbs gravsI
| drive on a bicycle. He was unknown to me- I
fo' Who 62 IS it. EeTX Pss@s1v asked
There d WAS ot 1 need to be more NOR exp eTPit
Browne, and he has been a partner Of mine in
I never even told him down here, and don't
| know how he found out. for he doesn't know
liked Louise better this mood but it did not
last long Next day she across the terraces to
meet me with face alight with triumph and mis-
''Mr. Browne has been here again. He is staying
| in the nearest town in hOrrid public house on
purpose to see me- She exc2 adnif and have
my g goWn 6a I g6 very 9een think Shan as
them both to stay with me, and let them fight it
would it be proper?" asked. in my weighty
| Louise frowned and hesitated.
"Oh. what a bother Do you to say that
Mrs. Grundy haunts even an out of the way place
Il think they would gossip in the village" re-
Then I shall have to send for mamma after all.
| and mamma and are so antagonstic! You are a
| lucky girl to have no mother"
How can you say so when it is the sorrow Of
she was no older than you are?''
You don't know what you're talking about"
gone through With that squat beetle proved black
haired little iend incarnate my father was so fool
I iSh ~ he mi
be free of the like
What! Is she dark when you fair?' 1
questioned. my mind fixing on what seemed to me
the most anomalous part of this TRADE
fair Blanche? And, course, she is short. because
all other American women are divinely tall and
most diviney fair"
Like your suggested
Yes. like me- said Louise, laughing "Oh, why
Couldn't my Iather nave married " Pcai 4le[-
canIone should have been proud Of and nS who
is, the diamonds are to be mine when marry, and
anything else in the world. Isn't that nice and
public spirited of me? To be willing TO give up my
monds! But why should we waste our time talk
/ ing about mothers when We might be talking about
one can have more than one young man-you
seem TO have dozens; but one can only have one
'Mercifuliyr' said Louise, laughing.
But she did not send for her mother, all the
same Every day she said, Tomorrow" like a
ESTl[a i 81 f anu lst to and snent the
forenoon and lunched with her; and every day Sir
vicarage. the vicar being old tutor of his and
I spent the afternoon and evening with her They
/ never met.
Mr. Browne Is a penniless subaltern. and Sir
Rupert Cecil is a penniess barOnet, remarked
Louise. rehectively. "All nice men are poor
yes. but all poor not nice 1 retOrted-
had that very day met Mr.. Browne. and con-
ceived a distinct dislike for him. Ee trOd on War
locks tail without apologizing and aggravated the
injury with the remark that coes were useless
dogs. He talked down TO me as II l were child IN
the nursery-an insult which sixteen bitterly re-
sents, and made undisguiSed efforts TO get rid of
me I revenged myself by sitting in Louise's
pocket all the morning. and glaring at him.
Mr. Browne is so much better looking than Sir
Rupert Cecil murmured Louise. I do so like a