New-York tribune., 1905-01-11
Cupid and Can,paspe.
BY CLIO GRAVES.
IN TWO PARTs-PART l.

Cupid and my Campaspe playa
At cards for kisses. Cupid pay'd:
His mothers doves, and teame Of sparrowes-
Loo LSoses them; G too is DH then d9wne 9 hse throWes
Growing ons cheeke. but none knowes how.
And then the dimple of his chime
All these did my CamDaspe WHINE
And last. he set her both his eyes.
o. Love, hath she done this to thee?
What shall. alas! become Of me?
It was June hard on the heels Of Ascot. Lady
CantripS, Countess of Cantrips and Freaks who
is never happy when she is not getting up some
thing, getting up a grand charity bazaar
at the Kings Hall. TableauX vivants were to
be given, representing scenes from the English
dramatists from Udall. of whom scarcely any
body has heard. down TO PinerO- Phillida
FOstrooke. Vne the few girls in the Cantripses'
set had been chosen TO pose for Campaspe,
Lyly's play of that name heading the Eliz-
Rbethan cycle. And the sonnet quoted above had
just been read out by Burghley. Phillada's erst-
while playmate and present wOrshipper, in the
loud strfdent expressionless voice peculiar to
the classroom. When Burghley had got TO the
end he shut the volume OF Lyly respectfully
upon his thumb and waited. his eyes upon
Philda. and the dews OF anxiety standing
MOSTLY on his young brow. for her opinion 1t
came.
How sillv, mean. how silly for nowadays
OF course the women of the Elizabethan age
must have liked those built-up. elaborate, arti-
hctal rhyming compliments. or men ike Lyly
would not have f1Ourished Not that l know
anything much about him. except that he wore
a ruff and trunk hose and had pension from
Queen Bess as court dramatist. As for Cam
Paspe-I suppose she was maid OF honor
He meant the Campaspe Apelles painted
AleXander's Campaspe,' Burghley explained. re-
freshing his memory by a stealthy peep at the
thumb marked page.
He never did play OF that name at the ST
James's Theatre. I'm sure" Phillida declared
! promptly.
Burghiey FASTENED tc explain that he alluded
/ to the conqueror of the world and not TO the
successful actor manager But Phillda pre-
/ Gerred the modern hero.
| He has such lovely eyes and such a splendid
IJo Iu-a1 oaLa ma
| in pathetic pieces. / daresay have twenty
| photographs of him in different parts Before
| my education was finished thought 1 was in
/ love with him, and L believe Miss Mtllson was
| too, in spite of her spectacles and university
| diploma We went to all the matinees we could,
| and always took two pocket handkerchlefS
/ apiece and a pound each of molasses candy and
| chocolate nougatines to crunch between the acts,
| How we used to enjoy ourselves, One never Is
| SO happy in middle life" said Phillida, with a
! sage, retrospective air. "as at the beginning.
| WAS Miss Millson at the beginning?" asked
| Burghley. remembering that lady's sharp. dried
| up little face, mouse gray halr ana SHINING
| spectacles; 'and do you consider yourself at the
| meridian of existence at this present moment?"
! Miss MillsOn was forty said Philhda, and
| was twenty last May. But experience ages
| and the bloom is rubbed off things in general
| long before the end Of ones hrst season FOR
| another thing, it's the fashion not to be too
| young. Women who wore fiat hats with large
! round wells and long, draped ones in early Vic
| torian days are wearing them again, as Lady
/ CantripS says, and looking lot better in them
| than their juniors. Champagne bottle shoulders
I y
| them pray? Not among us-the bicycle riding
| golf playing granddaughters- Our grand
| steel in the Beauty Albums and 'KeepsakeS
! Of 1865, may alone be depended upon to supply
| the article. We girls are nowhere now and
! that is the plain truth of it,
| You're what you may call -istic.'' observed
| Burghley. Il forget the proper term; but a
| clever chan who writes books has described 1t
| as miIdewed condition of the mind. don't you
! know?"
| s.Pessmistic-and I'm nothing of the kind! 7
| was born later than mother. that's all. and late
| ly I've been feeling It. snapped Phllllda- Her
| bright brown eyes darted fiery arrows, her red
! brown brows-a shade darker than the squirrel
/ colored bair-were bent INTO knot, her small
| white upper incisors nipped the edge OF her red
| under lip so angrily that Burghley changed his
| tone.
| Something's wrong with you You've got a
| worry nibbling somewhere under your blouse
| like the chap in pagan mythology. I'm a duff
| fer at sympathy; but if 1 could help. Phil. I
| should be rafting glad Parallel lines Of soIcl-
tude wrinkled the smooth boys forehead. white
| above the healthy tan OF the Sandhurst parade
| ground.
You're so awfuIIy young!" sighed PhnIda:
/ but she held out her hand. white If rather
| freckled. and hardened by the golf club and the
| hockey stick and Burghley shook it gratefully,
! replying with marked emphasis:
| Il may be young. but 1 m old enough to know
my own mind-about the things that matter
| most"
PhilIida looked at him sidewise. like a hny
! ready to shy
| You're not going TO open that old subject. are
/ your she pleaded, apprehensively.
/
| had been upon the verge Of the forbidden
| ground and conscience dyed his cheeks as deep
| red the carnations in the pattern OF the
| chintz-early Victorian, like the hats and shOul-
/ ders of the June season Of 19OA-whIch covered
| the armChairS and SetteeS OF the FOstrooke
| drawing room in Chesterfield Crescent. The back
] window which commanded view of some
| body else's stables. was covered with an awful
| transparency of the same era, representing
I waterfall antlered animal OF, presumably, the
| tertiary period, and gentleman In a kilt Mrs.
/ FostrOoke. who had screamed at II as horror
for years had recently begged 1t OF ar aged
aunt who lived at HanSgate, surrounded by
such objects formerly despised. And there
were trembling crystal lustres on the nantel
shelf and attached 10 the electric chandelier.
Phillida loathed them; but they were the thing.
they remained. in company with the Chip
pendale. Sheraton and Japanese cabinets. ia
bIes and chairs. the Louis QuinZe clocks, the
Sevres and Chelsea and bits OF Oriental ware
that go to the heterogeneous adOrnment Of our
homes in the rgeSent year OF grace
Meanwhile, Burghley was guessing at the
cause of PhIllIda's attack of pessinisnn.
You and Clare Finch-Mather have had a row.
and dropped one another?
I'VE have mad lots. but we never drop each
other-for long that is" said Phillida. She
has a motor dogcart, and can't learn 10 drive II
1 haven't got one, and can And she is dark
and am fair-and we look rather well together.
1t will be a very serious quarrel that estranges
us-in the London season.!
Burghley guessed again.
They've doubled the members subscrlp-
ton for the Dips Club
Uncle Pangbourne pays it, the blessed old
dearl"
Mrs Fostrooke has put down her foot about
your going to supper at Princess?
She did, but she soon lifted 1t again Moth
ing bores mother so much as taking up proper
attitude