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

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Really" she admits, were comln to
do the right thing over here; few years
were all we needed. Hardly g. town house
to be opened before Thanksgivin', I'M
derstand, and down at the Hills some of
the houses will stay open all winter. It's
Joachim, ridin' and golf and auto racin
and polo and squash; really the young
folks don't go in at all except to dance
and eat, and it's quite right, you know.
It's quite decently English. now. Why.
at Morris Park the other day. the crowd
on the lawn looked quite like Ascot. ac-
tua lly."
Nor could we have learned in the hos
tile camp the current gossip Of Tuxedo,
Meadowbrook. Lenox, Morristown and
Ardsey of the mishap to Mrs. Jimmie
Whettin, twice unseated at recent meet;
of the woman's championship tournament
| at Chatsworth, or the good points OF the
new Iunner-up at Baltusrol, daily to be
seen on the links. Where we might in
cur knowledge Of Beaumont 'gusher' or
Pittsburg mill we should never have dis
| covered that teas and receptions are really
| falling into disrepute; that a series Of din
ner dances will be organized by the moth
ers of debutantes to bring them forward.
and that big subscription balls are In dis
favor, since they benefit no one but the
champagne. rE
Mrs. Gwilt-Athestan takes only Scotch
whisky and soda.
But I'm glad" she confides to Horace
Milbrey on her left. that you haven't got
to followin' this fad Of havin' one wine at
| dinner; / know It's English, but II 8
downright shoddy."
Her hosts ewes swan with gratitude
for this appreciation.
II stick to my peg" she continued;
"but. L like to see .Chablis with the
oysters and good dry sherry with the soup,
= H112 n InY
you're ready to be livened with a bit Of
champagne for the roast, and stead1ed a
bit by Burgundy with the game. Phim
sticks to it, too; tells me my peg Is down
right encouragement to the bacteria But
1 tell him I've no quarrel with my bac-
terra. Live and let live is my motto L
tell him-and if the microbes and both
like Scotch and soda, why, what harm.
I'm forty-two and not so much of a. fool
that amt little bit of a physician. l
know my stomach, tell him.
What about these western people?'
she asked Oldaker. at her other side, after
a little.
Decent, unpretentious folks, some
what new, but with loads Of money"
1--WE. heard how the breeds stormln'
New York in droves; but they tell me
some Of us need the money"
II dined with one last night, sugar
cured ham magnate from Chicago
Dear me! how shokin'!
But they're good, whole souled peo-
ple'
"And we'll heeled-and that's what we
need, it seems. Some Of us been so busy
bein' well -familied that we've forgot to
make money"
tits good thing too. Nature has her
own building laws about fortunes. When
they get too sky -scrapy she topples them
over. These people with their thrifty
habits would havef;aH theamoney In time
If their sons and daughters didn't marry
aristocrats with expensive tastes who
know how to be spenders. Nature keeps
things fairly even, one way or another"
Il you're thinkin' about Kitty and the
duke
mo, not then I wasn't. tho that's one
OF the class mean. was thinking
especially about these westerners."
well my grandfather made the best
barrels in New York, and I'm mother-in-
!. law of chap whose ancestors for three
hundred and fifty years haven't done q
, stroke Of work; but he's. the Duke Of
: Blanchmere, and hope our friends here
will come as near gettin' the worth Of
; their money as we did. And If that chap
, l-she glanced at Percival-"marries GER
tain young woman. he'll never have a dull
, moment. I'd vouch for that I'm quite
sure she's the devil in her.
And If the yellow haired girl marries
the fellow next her
Z He might do worse
Eyes. but she? He's already doing
t. worse, and he'll keep on doing 1t, ever
if he does marry her.
"Nonsense-about that. you know; al
n rot! What can you expect Of these chaps
q So does the duke do worse, but you
s never hear Kitty complain so long as h
;, lets. her alone and she can wear the straw
!, berry leaves. I fancy I'll have thos
young ones down to the Fills for Hallow
% cen and the weekend. Might as we'll hel
20 'em along
- At the other end of the table, the fin
- old ivory of her cheeks gently suffuse
, with pink until they looked like slight
! crumpled leaves of a La France rose, Mr.
, Oldaker was flirting brazenly with SheI
Ter, and prattling impartially to him an
!, to one of the twin nephews of old days
= social New York; of a time when tt
- world Of fashion occupied a little space
- the Battery and along Broadway; Of i
"a migration to the far north Of Great Jon,
~ street, st. Marks place. and Second av,
% nue.. In Waverly place had been the flow
,. ering of her bellehood, and the day whe
80 her set moved on to Murray Hill was
T., =. her still recent and revolutionary.
y Between the solemn Angstead twin
! Mrs. Bines had sat in silence until
some happy chance it transpired tn;
u horse was the word to unlock their lip
u AS Mrs. Bines knew all about horses, II
twins at once became voluble. showir
u her marked attention. The twins we
Id notably devoid of prejudice If your syn
ed pathies happened to run with theirs.
n Miss Bnes and young Milbrey were a
OF ready on excellent terms. Percival ar
gs Miss Milbrey, on the other hand were d.
e, ing badly. Some disturbing ereme
lie seemed to have put them aloof. Miss Mi
On brey wondered somewhat; but her mir
IN was easy, for her resolution had bet
We taken.
Il Mrs .Gwilt -Athelstan extended her inv
IS. tation to the young people, who acceptt
it joyfully.
err Come down and camp with u.s. and he
te Phim keep the batteries of his autos RI
tie out. You know they deteriorate VIII.
at they're left half-charged, and it's one
Id the cares Of his life to see to the whole S
or of 'em when they come in He gets
n one and the men get in the others, and
~ leads solemn parade around the tstabl
~ until they've been run out. Tell me Il
-, leisure class isn't hardworkin' elias
a now
- - Over coffee and chartreuse in the dra,
AZ ing-room there was more general talk
q money and marriage, and Of one for t
~ other.
"And so he married money" conclud
., Mrs. Gwit-Athelstan Of one they had di
All cussed
all Happy marriage!'' Shepler called o,
rs: mo; money talks! and this time, on I
OF word, now, 1t made you want to put
lily those thick sealskin earmuffs. Poor cha
and he'd been taIkn' to me about t
I'd monotony of married life. .Monotony, i
tie boy said to him, you don't know love
womanp and now he wishes jolly W