Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-01

So we took his suggestion, and there was crowd, but he had secured ta- ble for four, and we squeezed ourselves Into tho places.
 have travelled abroad with mother and Vic, where there were Americans In the dining car. and they have been cross because they didn't get served quickly, and they have said things. But in this car going to Newport you forgot what you had had last before the next course came. yet nobody seemed to mind. They were as patient as lambs md simply took what was given them when they could get il, al- though they looked as if they were used to everything very nice at home. suppose 1t must have been because they were all Americans together, eat ing American things, with American walters to wait upon them and no for eigners who ought to know they wouldn't stand that sort of nonsense, hanged if they would.
 Some of Mrs. Ess Rays servants had gone on before us, and some were In our train. Exactly how 1t was man. aged, don't know; but things that would worry US Into gray haired graves don't seem to bother Americans at all, and there was the motor waiting when we arrived at the end of our journey, with a private motor omnibus for the servants and luggage.
 Sometimes 1t Is rather pretty sight at the station where you have to get out for Battlemead or for the village, when one of the best trains from town comes in, especially if mother or any one at other big places in the neighbor- hood should be having n house party. There are several rather good victorias with nice sleek horses, handsome brougham or two, motor car or two, to say nothing of dogcarts and phae- tons. But 1t is poor show compared to the scene at Newport. felt sud denly as if I were at the theater and the curtain had just gone up on a brill liant new act &
 There was a crowd of gofgeous car riages, and jet black varnish, gold and silver harness and horses brown and chestnut backs all glittered blindingly in the sun. But there were even more motors than carriages, it seemed, or else they were more conspicuous. and many were being driven by beautiful girls in muslns such as we would wear to garden party. with nothing on their pretty heads except theil splendid hair, dressed everlastingly in the same way.
 Now l saw Mrs Ess Kay and Pot ter in their element. There was no suggestion that the people were not good enough for them here. Mrs. Ess. Kay radiated smiles, lowing cordially right and left, sometimes even more cordially than her friends bowed in return. Potter was taking off his straw hat and waving it. They were delighted to see everybody, for every body was somebody, and some, but not all. of the eyerybodics were delighted to see them. Sally alone remained un- moved, and was glad to have her to keep me in countenance in this new act, where I knew none of the players or. what part should be called upon. to take by and by. sya
 Ihad heard so much that was dazzling about Newport, which had imagined a great white city by the sea. that the part saw first after leaving the rail- way station was distinctly blow. This quiet, half asleep village the greatest watering place of America, perhaps of the worldw I said to my self, almost scornfully, but when we had bowled into Bellevue avenue, where Mrs. Ess Kay said that her cottage was, began to understand.
 I wasn't sure at first sight what did think of the great splendid houses, with mere pocket handkerchief lawns such as people would have for sub- urban villas at home. but they gave me tremendous impression of con. centrated wealth. This seemed place where everybody was rich, where mil lions were at discount, and thought whatever else l did think that it would be a place to stop away from unless you were happy-happy and strong and gay.
 But there was one thing I was very sure of. The avenue itself was more full than our park in the topmost height of the season.
 People don't look happy driving in the park, not even the pretty people. have found that whenever I have been, and, though that isn't so very often yet, Vic says it is really and truly always the same.
 The great beauties look bored. and some of them have their faces painted and the air of wearing transforma- tions, but not one of the charming women driving up and down Bellevue avenue that afternoon looked bored and hardly any were painted I never saw people appear to be so delighted with life and so thoroughly alive, as if the glorious sea air were frothing in their veins, like champagne
 In the park you don't see people laughing and talking to each other in carriages. They simply lean back on the cushions with an expression that seems to say, This is the only thing I can think of to do, so I'm doing 1t just to kill time" Probably they don't really feel like that, but