Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-11-21
THE
SPENDERS|
A Tale Of the Third Generation |
By HARRY LEON WILSON
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Copyright. BY Lo,hrep Publishing Company.
CHAPTER x.-CoNr1surp.

CHAPTER X.-CoNrINurp.
Really" she admits, we're comm
b do the right thing over here: a few
years were all we needed. Hardly a
tOwn house to be opened before
fhanksgivin', understand: and down
ut the Hills some Of the houses will
stay open all winter. It's coachin',
fidin, 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.
how. 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-
ID 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
gained 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; | know it's
English, but it's downright shoddy."
Her hosts eyes swan with gratitude
for this appreciation.
az stick to my peg" she continued;
but | like to see a Chablis with oys-
ters and good dry sherry with the
soup, and Moselle with the fish. end
then you're ready to be livened with
q bit OF champagne for the roast. and
stsadied a bit by Burgundy with the
game. Phim sticks to ii, too; tells me
my peg is downright encouragement to
the bacteria. But | tell him I've no
quarrel with my bacteria. Live and
let live is my motto, I tell him.
and II the microbes and both like
Scotch and soda, why, what harm. I'm
Eorty-two and not so much of a fool
that / amt a little bit of a physician
] know my stomach, tell him"
What about these Western peo-
pier she asked Oldaker at her other
side. after a little.
Decent, unpretentious folks some
what new, but with loads OF money"
I've beard how the breeds stormin'
New H pves; but they tell me
some OF us need tina money"
!, 81 dined with one last night, a sugar
cured ham magnate from Chicago"
Dear me! how shockin'!"
But they're good, whole -souled PEG
And well heeled-and that's what
need, II seems. Some Of US been
sy beln' well-familied that we've
TO make money"
q a good thing, too. Nature has
wn building laws about fortunes.
they get too sky-scrapy she
b them over. These people with
thrifty habits would have all the
In time II their sons and daugb-
d5dn't marry aristocrats with e1-
sive tastes who know how % be
nders. Nature keeps thingy fairly
"a. one way or another"
You're thinkin' about Kitty and the
q"
10 not then wasn't though that's
of the class I mean. was think
especially about these Westerners. 3"
Well. my grandfather made the
barrels in New York, and I'm
ler-in-law Of a chap whose ances-
for three hundred and fifty years
Mt done a stroke Of work; but
the Duke Of Blanchmere. and
our friends here will come az,
etan' the worth Of their NC