The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-10-11
CHAPTER x.
Continued.

most in her mad-cap head. The Arat
is, in truth, endowed with the valu
able talent of playing while he dances
wild, monotonous strains, twanged By
the fingers Of his left hand on Turk
| ish guitar slung round his neck), and
i before five minutes are over the deck
is cleared, the ball has opened
Daphne, who, ten days ago, would
have regarded such designations from
the moral standpoint of a Saint TIE
resa, grating at pace as rapid as the
rest. Waltz, galop, waltz-the dances
succeed each other with spirit till
long past midnight! Then comes an
improvised supper--by light of the
moon; Lady Lydia will allow of nc
artificial illumination then, after
one more waltz, they fall back upon
songs and sentiment and the best half
hour of the night-the half hour be-
fore separation begins.
i In a pause after another French bal
/ lad, sung with increasing false notes,
by the siren widow, it chances that
| Daphne finds herself standing beside
Miss Matte Rivers, the novelist Of the
future. None Of the ladies Of the par
/ ty have paid much heed to Mrs. Ches-
ter as vet. She is pretty beyond the
reach Of cavil; her dress suggests an
4 empty purse. Did good looks and pow
erty ever insure fiattering attention
to woman Of two-and-twenty from
members Of her own sex? Now, how
ever, after fixedly surveying the shy
looking country girl from head to
foot, Matte Rivers begins, in club
door, hands-in-pocket sort of fashion,
to talk-I might more fifty say dis
course, when consider the part
/ sustained by Daphne throughout the
length and breadth of the conversation.
You think us queerly-assorted set
Of people, no doubt?"-a couple of
/ questions having drawn forth as much
as Miss Rivers cares to know respect
ing her hearers insignificant place in
the scheme of creation. ''But poor
Lady Lydia never got yachting party
that did not, more or less, turn out a
scratch team. birmingham, you see''-
Miss Rivers belongs to the advanced
oNAVOA VI 4d04C6 w lfO Cdll u bUdQts u
spade and men by their surnames--
birmingham is man with passion
fish. In the height Of the London sea-
son birmingham will run away after
whiting, sconger-eels, mullet - heaven
knows what he will not run after
and, at ten minutes notice, Lady
! Lydia, like devoted wife, never ar
CUES unless any extra good ball is on
hand, but gets together whatever
available materials lie within reach,
and goes with him. You see what the
available materials were on the pres
ent occasion"
Daphne does see; but, on so delicate
theme, feels that silence is her wisest
answer.
Max and myself in the first place.
For the last five years Max and / have
belonged to class tolerably well
known throughout the yachting world
as stray utility people" In her re-
searches after character Miss Rivers
treads many paths; even the slippery
by-paths Of the sock and buskin--as
her speech shows. Neither Max nor
is ever sea-sick; we are unhampered
by membranes; we can brew cup Of
tea, take an oar, act, dance or be mu-
steal, or efface ourselves when re-
CURED, and are. at any moment of our
existence, ready to embark for the Isle
of Wight or the Pacific, according to
the fancy Of our entertainers. Next
| the Arab,
She stops, as that gentleman, his
/ guitar still depending from his neck.
PAGES langidly before them. Lady
Lydia on his arm.
who is he? What is he? The world
says many things. know one fact
for certain--th that he has been in the en-
ployment of the Khedive Egyptian
reform or the Slave Market his best
friend. forget which. However this
may be. there. is no mistaking the
mans complexion. Eastern climates?
Not a bit of it. Opium. 1 think. l re-
member hearing that his real name
was Brown, and that he had father
in cereals in the city. Then we have
Mrs. de Mauley"
The lady with the voice." adds
Daphne, not wholly uninterested in the
widow whose charms and whose cred
itors are to prove Felix Broughton's
| destruction.
Exactly. The lady with the voice.
Well, Agatha de Mauley is Agatha
de iIauley." answers Matte. and,
somehow. the tone in which this truism
is spoken infuses certain fine venom
more potent than detailed scandal into
its meaning. This brings us to the
end OF the list, to little Glen. Hard
castle and her Cousin Felix. Friends
Of yours, you say:"
Friends since this afternoon. Our
acquaintance from first to last may
be eight or nine hours DID,
Then you know nothing, Of course,
about the engagement to Sir John Sc
werner
IL have heard that there was an
attachment" stammered Daphne, her
voice changing,
Attachment to q Baronetcy and
the proper number Of annual thou
sands for keeping the Bar9netcy up!
was in town when that Enactment
began" says Miss Rivers. WI rming to
her subject. 4 know the Nj findings Of
the romance from the first Chapter to
the last. Clementina was fresh-or
fo1a4 ,.o3hox s,s,<.,. 1s,rf.a,.f7 roceo1 child