Willmar tribune., 1907-03-06
Copyright, by Lothrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER N.-CoNTINUED.

CHAPTER N.-CoNTINUED.
Really" she admits, we're comm
to do the right thing over here; a few
years we're all we needed. Hardly a
town house to be opened before
Thanksgivin', I understand; and down
at the Hills some of the houses will
stay open all inter. 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 Norris 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 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
discovered that teas and receptions are
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 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: I know it's
English, but it's downright shoddy."
Her hosts eyes swan with gratitude
for this appreciation.
Il stick to my peg" she continued; ;
"but l like to see Chablis with oys-
ters and good dry sherry with the
soup. and a Moselle with the fish, and
then you're ready to be livened with
bit CT 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 I 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 fool
that l amt little bit of a physician.
I know my stomach. I tell him"
J. 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"
; II dined with one last night, sugar
cured ham magnate from Chicago"
Dear me! how shockin'!''
But they're good. whole-souled peo-
ple."
And we'll heeled-and that's what
we need, it seems. Some of us been
SO busy bein' well-familied that we've
forgot to make money"
Its a good thing. too. Nature 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-
ters didn't marry aristocrats with ex-
pensive tastes who know how to be
spenders. Nature keeps things fairly
even, one way or another"
You're thinkin' about Kitty and the
duke"
''No, not then l wasn't, though that's
one of the class l 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
he's the Duke of Blanchmere. and ]
hope our friends here will come as
near gettin' the worth of their money
as we did. And if that chap"-she
glanced at Percival-''marries a Ger.
tain young woman, he'll never have 8
dull moment. I'd vouch for that. In
quite sure she's the devil in her.
"And If the yellow haired girl mar.
ries the fellow next her"
HE might do worse"
Eyes, but might she? He's alread,
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 dc
wosse, but you'll never hear Kit,
complain so long as he lets her alone
and she can wear the ;tstrawberr,
leaves. l fancy I'll have those youne
ones down to the Hills for Halloween
and the weekend. Might ass well hell
'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 Ia
France rose, Mrs. Oldaker was flirtine
brazenly with Shepler, and pratt1ine
5impartially to him and to one: Of the
! twin nephews of old days in Fssocia
New York; of a time when the world
Of fashion occupied a little space al
the Battery and along Broadway: go]
its migration to the far north of Great
Jones street, st. Marks Place, and Sec
ond avenue. In Waverly Place had
been the towering of her belle-hood
and the day when her set. moved 81 Of
to i Murray n Hill was to her still recent