The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-12-08

! Be- allowed to carry on her campaign
| for recognition jD whatever fashion she
chose. Certainly the home he had es-
tablished was Il fitting vantage ground
from which to wage war OF dollars
against the precipitous emb1ttiemeuts
with which the city's Four Hundred
had enctrcled its camp. Palatiai In
sire. the Nolan .esideuce was equally
palatial In its furnishings. and only
, the magic word from the magic lips
of q single member Of the magic realm
Of 1.-THE aristocracy" was necessary to
send monogrammed coaches In long
lines to the Nolan doors. to oil the cost
y rooms With distingui he'd faces. to
al 10 overlooking With happiness the
yearning heart Of Mrs. Michsei Nolan.
But the word had not yet been spo-
KEN,
Il was now late in the afternoon
at the Nolan home. Phyllis walked
across the drawing room. irritation
plainly marking her pretty pink and
white face. The music of q string
orchestra stationed In the conserva-
tory ceased. She addressed q servant
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right which led to the dining room.
Pitcher" she said discouragedly, II
don't think any one else will come. so
tell the musicians they can 60"
"Yes. Miss Phyllis"
At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm
ing IN. carrying \ huge bunch Of hot
house grapes in her hand.
Pitcher. I noticed those caterer men
are drinking all the champagne. and
want it stopped" she ordered loudly.
Pitcher bowed and went out.
If our guests won't come here to
drink II. at least we will drink 1t our
selves" Mrs. Nolan announced to Phyl-
lis. well. we have done it-sent
! ont 400 cards. and who's been here
that anybody wants 10 see: This is
the second time we've gone to all this
trouble and expense for nothing and
nobody. and II you'll take my advice it
will be the iast.'
Mamma. Pitcher will hear" the girl
protested.
The mother bit q grape from the
bunch. She deposited the skin and
stones in q Sevres vase on the marble
mantel
Phyllis. what did you have to pay
that musician she asked.
well. his price is a thousand dol.
lars"
Good gracious"
But I got him for $3.50. promised
the Advance would help him."
Seven fifty for playing twice. Id
rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan bit
OF anotaer grape.
You don't understand. mamma. Ev-
erybody's wild over that violinist."
"It seems there wasn't nobody wild
enough to come here"
There wasn't anybody" spoke
Phyllis. correcting her mother.
'well. was therew retorted the
mother as she dropped the grape skin
in another vase.
Lob. dear" Phyllis walled disconso-
small stand. don't rub it in. mamma!
I can't help it,"
Now. who's blaming you. child?"
consoled the mother. There. don't
cry. I'm not so disappointed about
myself. but I can't bear to see you
snubbed right and left. You are good
enough to go with any Of these people
and you shall too. It's that newspaper
that's at the bottom Of It. People
won't have it. or Us because Of 1t, and
J mean to tell your father 80 too. And
that's why these at homes is no
good"
Are no good. mamma" tearfully.
We'll. are they? 1t would have been
better to put your $3.50 into sufYra-
getting That's what gets you in with
the right people-not that l care to
vote. but don't want the men to say
can't''
Sylvester .Dolan interrupted the con-
versntion between mother and daugh-
ter by appearing before them With his
bosom friend. Max Powell. who be-
lieved himself to have the markings of
a master poet. 1t was with deepest
pride that the Nolan son presented
Powell. long haired. saliow faced and
seediiy dressed. TO his mother and sis
ter SaIlow faced: Indeed. his ccun-
tenance had that sickIy greenish vel
low hue that comes from long de-
vouring Of the muses. and long alb
stinence from the devouring Of food.
Hello. mammal" hs cried enthusi-
astically. Here's friend of mine !
want you to know-Mr Powell. the
poet
How do you do. ir. Powell? You
look rs il 1t would be easy for you to
write poetry. DO you know. poetry
just sets me wild
Sylvester p1tted Powell on the back
Well. this lads going to make a
big noise in poetry some day. Phyllis.
you Tust have heard Of Powell My
sister. old man
Won't you have cup of tea. Mr.
Poweil:" invited Mrs. Nolan. visibly