Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-08-30
Copyright. by Lothrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER X.-CoNTINUEp.

CHAPTER X.-CoNTINUED.
Really" she admits, we're comm
to do the right thing over here; few
years were all we needed. Hardly a
town house to be opened before
Thanksgivin', understand; and down
at the Hills some of the houses will
stay open all winter. It's coachin',
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, actually"
Nor could we have learned in the
hostile camp the current gossip of
Tuxedo, Meadowbrook, Lenox, Morris
town and Ardsley; of the mishap to
Mrs. Jimmie Whettin, twice unseat-
ed at recent meet; of the woman's
championship tournament at Chats
worth; or the good points of the new
runner-up at Baltusrol, daily to be seen
on the links. Where we might incur
knowledge of Beaumont 'gusher" or
Pittsburg mill we should never have
discovered that teas and receptions are
really falling into disrepute; that
series of dinner-dances will be Or
ganized by the mothers of debutantes
to bring them forward; and that big
subscription balls are in disfavor, since
they benefit no one but the caterers
who serve poor suppers and bad cham
payne.
Mrs. Gwilt-Athlestan takes only
Scotch whiskey and soda.
But I'm glad" she confides to Hor-
ace Milbrey on her left, that you
haven't got to followin' this fad Of
havin' one wine at dinner; l know it's
English, but it's downright shoddy."
Her hosts eyes swan with gratitude
for this appreciation.
II stick to my peg" she continued;
but | like to see a Chablis with oys-
tiers and good dry sherry with the
soup, and Moselle with the fish, and
then you're ready to be livened with
bit Of champagne for the roast, and
steadied bit by Burgundy with the
game. Phim sticks to it, too; tells me
my peg is downright encouragement to
the bacteria. But l tell him I've no
quarrel with my bacteria. Live and
let live Is my motto, l tell him.
and if the microbes and I both like
Scotch and soda, why, what harm. I'm
forty-two and not so much of fool
that amt a little bit of physician.
lry 90 Ill !,
What about these Western peo-
ple?" she asked Oldaker at her other
side, after little.
Decent, unpretentious folks, some
what new, but with loads of money"
i've heard how the breeds stormin'
New York In droves; but they tell me
some of us need the money"
81 dined with one last night, sugar.
cured ham magnate from Chicago"
Dear me! how shockin'!'
But they're good, whole-souled peo-
ple."
And well heeled-and that's what
we need, 1t seems. Some of us been
so busy bein' well-familied that we've
forgot to make money"
IL d 6OOu JOO. INdIuT6 Has
her own building laws about fortunes.
When they get too sky-scrapy she
topples them over. These people with
their thrifty habits would have all the
money in time II their sons and daugh-
tiers didn't marry aristocrats with ex-
tensive tastes who know how to be
tpenders. Nature keeps things fairly
hven, one way or another"
You're thinkin' about Kitty and the
luke"
! mo, not then I wasn't, though that's
one of the class I mean. I was think
ing especially about these Westerners."
! well, my grandfather made the
best barrels in New York, and I'm
mother-in-law of a chap whose ances-
tors for three hundred and fifty years
haven't done stroke of work; but
hes the Duke of Blanchmere, and I
Sope our friends here will come as
bear gettin' the worth of their money
as we did. And if that ckap"-she
glanced at Percival-"marries a GER
tain young woman, he'll never have a
dull moment. I'd vouch for that. I'm
qUiIc quiz ohO LhC uSNll III
And if the yellow haired girl mar
ries the fellow next her"
He might do worse"
yes, but might she? He's already
doing worse, and he'll keep On doing
it, even if he does marry her."
''Nonsense-about that, you know;
all rot! What can you expect of
these chaps? So does the duke do
worse, but you'll never hear Kitty
complain so long as he lets her alone
and she can wear the strawberry
leaves. I fancy I'll have those young
ones down to the Hills for Halloween
and the weekend. Might as well help
'em along"
At the other end of the table, the
fine old ivory of her cheeks gently
suffused with pink until they looked
like slightly crumpled leaves Of a la
France rose, Mrs. Oldaker was flirting
brazenly with Shepler, and prattling
impartially to him and to one Of the
twin nephews of old days in social
New York; of time when the world
Of fashion occupied little space at
the Battery and along Broadway; Of
It's migration to the far north of Great
Jones street, st. Marks Place, and Sec.
ond avenue. In Waverly Place had
teen the Towering of her belle-hood,