The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1906-08-10
THE
SPENDERS
A Tale Of the Third Generation
BY HARRY LEON WILSON
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Copyright, by Lothrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER X.-CoNrINUEp.

Really" she admits, we're comm
to do the right thing over here; a few
years were all we needed. Hardly a
town house to be opened before
Thanksgivin', l understand; and down
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 IN the lawn looked
quite like Ascot, actually"
Nor could we have learned in the
hostile camp the current gossip of
Tuxedo, Meadowbrook, Lenox, Norris
town and Ardsley; of the mishap to
Mrs. Jimmie Whettin, twice unseat-
ed at a 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
hot kAaN WAC aho iOSCPtiOIo OIL .
really falling into disrepute; that a
series of dinner-dances will be or
ganized by the mothers Of debutantes
to bring them forward; and that big
subscription balls are in d~isfavor, since
they benefit no n 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 conides to Hor-
ace Milbrey on her left, that you
haven't got to followin' this fad of
havin' one wine at dinner; I know it's
English, but it's downright s%hoddy."
Her hosts eyes swan with gratitude
Tor this appreciation.
81 stick to my peg" she continued;
sbut l like to see a Chablis with oys-
ters and good dry sherry with the
soup, and a Moselle with the fish, tsld
then you're ready to be liveRed with
q bit of champagne for the roast, and
steadied a 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, I 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 a fool
that / ANT a little bit Of a physician.
know my stomach, ! tell him."
"Whas about these Western peo-
ple?" she asked Oldaker at her other
side. after a little.
Decent, u~npretentious folks, some
what rev, but with loads of money"
I've heard how the breeds stormin'
New York In droves; but they tell me
some ut us need the money"
II dsced with one last night, a sugar.
cured ham magnate from Chicago"
"Dear mel! how shockin'!"
Bat they're good, whole-souled peo-
pie"
"Ahd well h%eeled-and that's what
we Deed, It seems. Some Of us been
30 busy bein' well-familied that we've
forgot to make money"
TITS a good. thing, too. Nature has
her WI building laws about fortunes.
Wken 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.
tefs didn't marry aristocrats with x
psnsive tastes who know how to be
spenders. Nature keeps things fairly
even, one way or another"
you're thinkin' about Kitty and the
dixie"
mo, not then ! wasn't, though that's
one Of the class mean / was think
ipg 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 o stroke of work; but
he's the Duke Of B~lanchmere, and l
hope u, friends here will come as
usar getun' the worth Of their money
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