Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-10-03

act, where knew none Of the players
or what part should be called upon
to fake by and by.
had 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 worldr' 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.
l 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 a tremendous impression Of con-
centrated wealth. This seemed place
where everybody was rich, where mil
whatever else / did think-that it
would be place to stop away from
unless you were happy-happy and
| strong and gay.
| But there was one thing / 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.
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-
| tons, but noG one of the charming
women driving up and down Bellevue
avenue that afternoon looked bored
and hardly any were painted. / never
saw people appear to be so delighted
with life and so thoroughly alive, as il
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
l.
doing it just to kill time" Probably
they don't really feel like that, but
they look it. And as for the people
who sit and watch or stand and wait
they've usually a strained expression
in their eyes as if they were afraid
of missing somebody or something OF
Importance.
l pnt hnr IN,
body was smiling and chatting. and
noticed that the men weren't so pre-
ternaturally alert as the men in New
York. Some had actually taken time
to get fat, which. so far I'd had rea
son to suppose. was thing that never
happened to American men.
And somehow the young girls had
the air of being n great deal more
important than we are at home. You
could tell from the very way they sal
and held up their heads in the motor
cars and dogcartS and other things
that they thought the world was theirs
and they were the people to know il
it. One was driving Il tandem, and She
didn't look more than seventeen.
was glad when she bowed to Mrs. Els.
Kay. because she was pretty and
made up my mind that / should like t.
know her.
That's Cora Pitchley's stepdaugh
ter. Carolyn" said Mrs. Ess Kay. I'D,
you remember Margaret Taylour tell
ing anecdotes Of Cora? She doesn'
bother much with the girl Peopl,
are talking about them both rather
lot this year. they say"
Carolyn" repeated what /,
pretty name and how American sound
ing, somehow. Fancy her driving tan