The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-10-04

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gentlemanly hair
| So far the ladies Of the group, well
supplemented, in matter OF pictures
| queness, by Man and the Arab" The
former is in a rough pilot suit, with
regulation buttons; weather tanned,
red bearded man Of seven or eight and
| thirty, called by his Christian name,
and centrally regarded with a fetch
and-carry kind Of affection BY every
one on board.
The Arab is salIow and solemn, wears
loose-fitting garments, spunssilk
shirt. yellow leather shoes, altar OF
roses and huge signet ring. IL
seems to Daphne as though she must
have beheld him in some long-past.
sleepy winter evening, when, pillowed
in Aunt Hosie's arms, she used to hear
weird stories of magicians, travelling
merchants and genii freely rendered
from the Arabian Nights Entertain-
ments
Mr.. birmingham is still nowhere. In
deed, it may as well be said, once and
for all, that as regards this little dra-
ma Mr.. birmingham, from the rising
Of the curtain till its fall, successfully
plays the part Of Madame Benoiton.
my conscience tells me that some-
body or another ought to make an
apology cries Lady Lydia, Sir John
Severhe and Daphne having been put
through the sketchiest imaginable
form Of Introduction to their hostess.
1T cannot be me, for / never knew
| what o'clock it was till we were fin-
ishing dinner at Letacq, seven miles
the other side of Sark
Jersey" interposes Mrs. de Mauiey,
in a creamy voice. I'VE have been in
Jersey since this morning. Sark is the
place we left the day before yesterday,
my dearest Lyd."
"Oh, well, Jersey. AS long as you
are in the Channel Islands, where is
the difference between one reef of
rocks and another? Sure it must be
your fault, Max. why did you not "
Remind Lady Lydia of the Liberia
and her belongings? | had forgotten
them myself" says Max, smoothing
down his tawny beard with an air of
contrition. Now, if the Arab"
But the Arab, it can be substantially
proved, has slept and smoked by turns
during the whole latter portion of the
day; he is, therefore, absolved by the
general voice on grounds of moral ir-
responsibility.
At last some one by chance remem-
bers Mr.. Jorningham's existence.
"Of course. Everything is Jorning-
hams fault, says Cousin Felix, grave
ly. us not absence in itself, and ac-
cording to all codes of civilized juris-
prudence, sign OF guilt? We apollo
gize in Jorningham's name, and BAN
ish him from our remembrance. Will
there be time for Mrs. Chester to hear
a little music before she leaves us.
Lady Lydia?''
The question originates in no per-
sonal aptitude or prediction for mu-
sic on the part of Mr.. Broughton. He
says Of himself, frankly, that he does
not know one tune from another by
the sound, but can juss distinguish
allegro from -andante by the increased
bodily efforts of the performers. And
still he unfailingly supports the exer-
else of the art at social gatherings.
Systematic n0ise-this is his theory
while it promotes general CONVERSE
ton, liberates the individual from the
exertion Of coming ideas; it also acts
as Wholesome restraint or counter.
irritant upon persons inclined to dance
under many circumstances of a
mans life q more onerous exertion
still
On the present occasion, however,
theory breaks down under the test of
practice. Max trolls out two or three
of Dibdin's sea-songs at the top of a
fine, slightly crazy tenor voice; Mrs.
de Mauley sings "a Vingt Ans" pas.
SADLY well under the influence of the
hour, and with the mellowing adjuncts
of air and water, though not in Paris
ian eccents, and with Just half tone
of sharpness running through the
upper notes. Then Lady Lydia, jump,
ing suddenly to her feet from the heap
Of shawIs and cushions on which, up
to the present moment, she has been
coiled, declares that she is falling
asleep and must dance.
Not dances enough? Felix Brough.
ton having weakly put forward the oh.
lection. Why, there are enough and
to spare. Does not all the world know
that the Arab can dance and play that
instrument of his at the same timei
And if it comes to the worst, if il
comes to one Of the ladies, doing wall.
flower, is not she, Lady LYDIA com,
petent to perform the national dance
Of her country, partnerless, and in a
remote corner of the deck, for her own
diversion?
To be Continued
Young America Unabashed.