Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-03
CHAPTER III.

One of the most comfortable things about
Frederick Mostyn was his almost boyish de-
light in the new life which New York open
ed to him. Every phase of 1t was so fresh.
so unusual, that his Yorkshire existence al
Mostyn Hall gave him no precedents and no
experiences by which to measure events.
The simplest things were surprising or in
teresting. He was never weary of taking
those exciting lifts to the top of twenty
three story buildings and admiring the won
derful views such attitudes gave him. lie
did not perhaps comprehend how much he
was influenced by the friction of two nil
lion wills and interests; did not realize how
they evoked an electric condition that got
behind the foreground of existence and
stirred something more at the roots of his
being than any previous experience had
ever done. And this feeling was especially
enhancing when he saw the great city and
majestic river lying at his feet in the white,
uncanny light of electricity;ai Its color gone,
It's breath cold, its life strangely remote
and quiet, men moving like shadows and
sounds hollow and faint and far off. as if
they came from a distant world. 1t gave
him a sense of dreamland quite as much
as that OF reality. The Yorkshire moors
and wolds grew dull and dreary in his mem
Dry; even the thought of the hunting field
could not lure his desire. New York was
full of marvellous novelties; its daily rou-
tine. even in the hotel and on the streets,
BTippeU MS HtaTI ana MS 1UaBlnlIlOn, ana
he confessed to himself that New York was
life at first hand; fresh drawn, Its very
foam sparkling and Intoxicating. Hgwllk-
ed from the park to the battery and exam
ined all that caught his eye. He had his
tory of the city and sought out every his
torical site; he even went over to Weehaw-
ken, and did his best to locate the spot
where Burr and Hamilton fought He adj
mired Hamilton. but after reading all about
the two men. gave his sympathy to Burr,
"a clever, unlucky little chap" he said
Why do clever men hate each other?" and
then he smiled queerlS as he remembered
day and his own country: and concluded
that at was their nature to do So
But In these outside enthusiasms he did
not forget his personal relations. II took
him but a few days 70 demesticate himself
In both the Rawdon houses. When the
weather drove him off the streets. he found
a pleasant refuge either with madam or
with Ethel and Miss Bayard. Ethel he saw
less frequently than he liked; she was near
ly always with Dora Denning. but with
Ruth Bayard he contracted very pleasant
friendship. He told her all his adventures
and found her more sympathetic than ma
dam ever pretended to be. Madam thought
him provincial In his tastes. and was bet
ter pleased to hear that he had visiting
entry at two good clubs, and had hired a
motor car, and was learning how to manage
1t. Then she told herself that IL he was
good to her she would buy him one to be
proud OF before he returned TO Yorkshire
1t was at the Elite Club Bryce Dennlng
&rst saw him. He came In with Shaw Me-
Laren young man whose acquaintance
was considered as most definitely safisfac-
tory. Vainiy Bryce Denning had strfven to
obtain any notice whatever from McLaren.
whose exclusiveness was proverbial Who
then was this stranger he appeared
so anxious to entertain? His look
of supreme satisfaction, his high
bred air. and peculiar fntonatfon quickly
satisfied Bryce as to his nationality.
English. of course, he reflected, land
probably one OF the aristoerats that Shaw
meets at mis- recently ennoblsd sisters