The Ely miner., 1912-08-23
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membered by New York The proud
old dowager cut society like butch
er. The list was streak of blood.
No massacre of King Philips war
ever left more savagery skulking in
the bushes. The terrible old woman
openly declared that she intended to
give New York the bayonet. as her
great relative did in 1777.
1 shall always remember this din
ner for another reason. 1t was the
first appearance in America Of Beatrix
Waldo after her marriage with Capt.
Gordon Smith of his majesty's lines in
South Africa. There were a lot of
floating, disconnected ,rumors about
this marriage. Beatrix certainly posed
as an heiress before the Englishman
went under the yoke, and we got
the impression, doubtless directly, that
he had large estate somewhere on
Loeb Codan, $4,000, at any rate, over
his pay. Then we heard later on,
through Jimmie Dale, l think-he al
ways knew the foreign gossip-that the
Englishman did not have a brass far
thing over his pay, and was rath-
er worse off than that by fat budget
of debts. We knew that Beatrix had
no income to speak of-her aunt kept
the gown-makers going for her. There
were wild lands, back inland some
where, that Beatrix used to turn into
oil, coal and spruce lumber when she
got to dreaming, but the over-drained
old aunt used to pay taxes on them,
and I think that was about the only
reminder Of the fortune that ever
came along to New York.
/ had Sarah Lamar on my right at
this dinner, and, fortunately, an i'm
possible German person on her right,
who kept his nose we'll in his wines
and pates. wanted to ask Sarah Le
MARI about Beatrix, and was glad of
stomach. ] shared a rather general
curiosity. The Englishman was here
with Beatrix, putting in his leave of
absence. If they mooned for van
ished Eldorados, one saw no tear-stains
in 1t. l thought the pair of them at
enough, pretty comfortable for disillu-
stoned fortune hunters. Presently l
got Sarah Lemarr to myself, and was
about to inquire into the mystery when
she took the very subject from the tip
of my tongue.
Il have been hoping for word with
you, Courtlandt," she said: its about
Beatrix Smith. She needs your as
sistance."
Il am not a divorce lawyer" I
Nonsense Courtlandt," she answer
ed; they love each other. They are
lovers. Can you gather the signifl-
canoe of such an undreamed of ending
to the effort each of them made to
marry a fortune?"
"Then," l said, "Beatrix cannot need
assistance. Poets tell us that lovers
do not dwell in this land of trolley
cars and spindles, but somewhere on
blessed islands they are happy"
, But, my dear boy said Sarah Le-
MARI, ''one might take stone bruise
or a thorn in the thumb even on a
blessed island"
Not So" answered; "the Well at
the Worlds End is there, and whose
ever tasteth thereof shall be perfect
as his dreams are perfect, and around
and all about this land Lethe, the River
of Oblivion, rolls its watery labyrinth.
Nay, do not interrupt me; the human
heart longs with longing that cannot
be uttered for this enchanted country
where, you tell me, Beatrix walks with
her Englishman."
'Well!" said Sarah Lemarr. "Who
is the girl, Courtlandt?"
q There you CO." said, ''demonstrat.
ing the greatest unwritten truth about
a woman; namely, that every refiec,
ton arises from a personal experience
II one deplores sin, he has robbed his
employer in his youth; if one apostro-
phizes love, he is about to marry Miss
Jones of Forty-eighth street The girl
in my case. dear Madame Won Hubert,
is that mysterious fairy-woman, daugh.
ter of Abu Jaffer, surnamed the Vic
torious, second Caliph of Bagdad under
the dynasty of the Abbasides, asleep
on her silk carpet in Arabia"
Here the impossible German person
interrupted to inquire il l thought the
truff1es were canned. / did not think
they were canned, and he was content
but the moment gave Sarah Lemarr q
lead and she seized 1t with the practi.
cal directness of New Bedford skip
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Now, Courtlandt," she said. "be
sensible. Beatrix needs 100000"
How original of Beatrix," replied
Most Of us need only couple of hun.
dred" s.l
IF you are going to be nasty about
it, Courtlandt," she said, Il will never
speak to you again. You must help
Beatrix to find this $4,000. The poor
girl is dreadfully worried about It
You see, Courtlandt, when the two OF
them awoke after the honeymoon to
find their estate all Castilian haze, in
stead of conventional separation
they fell in love with each other like
couple of Breton peasants. Beatriz
told me all about it: she is lovely. She
does not want the money for herself
she wants 1t to pay Lieut.. Gordon
Smiths debts. When his debts are
paid, he will be made captain and
transferred to his old regiment in In
dia. 3eatrix adores India; she is
Suite content to go out there and live
quietly on captains pay, and love
her big Englishman and be happy. Blu,
she wants his debts cleared of: his
honor untarnished.' she calls 1t. II
seems to mean lot to her, and she is
so absurdly in love with the tall sol