Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-28


to be fitted to ten dresses day, and nothing
to do but drive about in the limousine to
choose summer hats, and ropes OF pearls at
big shop they call Tiffanys. My pearl
rope goes about my neck twice and falls
nearly to my knees. 1t makes my skin look
rather brown; so it's settled that | am to
wear it only with afternoon and theater
frocks (mv new ones-lovesD. For the
evening | am to have a diamond collar with
a ruby pendant and stomacher-and few
other little things. But all that we buy now,
Mrs. Cobb says, is only preliminary: the
real shopping is the things we order now, to
be delivered in Bar Harbor in time for the
wedding. Such gorgeousness. -such dresses,
beth and the girls will say when they see
again their little black mouse of a Lii,
really can't think. AT any rate, it won't be
"Come here, Lii"
1t really looks, in fact, as if | should have
no further need of the philosophy | have
cultivated so carefully. Unless, indeed
Yes, there is one little point on which l
feel now and then small flash of uncer-
tainty,-rny husband.
To be sure, I'm not an impractical goose
like Portia and the girls, looking for some
body who will be madly in love with me and
give me thrills when he kisses me. But he
will have to kiss me, suppose, this Victor,
when he is my husband. Well, there is
nothing like philosophy. l will just think of
Brent and those hours of French converse
ton, then of the way New York looked
when | thought I'd have to enter it alone
and Ill try to be brave as my ancestor was
at the guillotine. Though, to be sure, after
all, Victor may not be SO bad as that. And
since for the present he quite refuses to see
me. it is perhaps superauous that disquiet
myself about his future attentions.
Yes, my fiance, it appears, is nursing the
broken heart that holds the image of the
showgirl Poor thing! I'm sure don't mean
to laugh at him. 1t must be quite horrid,
when you are obliged to marry one person,
to know you are quite in love with another.
haven't that trial, at any rate, and | feel
quite sorry for poor Victor. When we are
married. I'm sure | shan object if he
wants to 60 back every now and then and
flirt with his Fay Gay it appears is her
name, and she is said to have the most beau
tiful figure on Broadway according to
Mrs. Cobb. AT any rate, whether | object
or not it appears from what used to hear
at Brent that that is the way all the hus-
bands do. Oh, well, We'll see. The first step
evidently is to see my fance.
But he, unhappily Tor happiy?), refuses
to see me. He has given his consent, signed
and sealed, to this marriage that his mothers
ambition has arranged for him. But when
he came up from Atlantic City to 60 to a
place called White Mountains, he didn't
even pass through New York, though it
would have been much more convenient for
him. No, he had his automobile put on a
scow in way his mother explained to me,
and ferried from Jersey City up to the Har-
lem River q am becoming quite New
Yorker already-their names come SO easy
to me now. So you passed near enough for
me to touch you, my husband, and l never
even saw the back of your head! That
pleasure is shortly to be mine, however. 1t
is arranged that Victor and his broken heart
are to take themselves on to Bar Harbor and
be ready to receive there in another fort
night. All! the idea is not gay. But, then,
life is not gay, and one can't expect to have
all that have now, without paying for it.
The wedding is fixed for the tenth of
August. The sixth of August the Cobb
yacht, the Brunhlda, great steamer that
looks almost as big as the Kaiser Wilhelm
der Crosse, is to be sent to New York to
meet my august relatives on their arrival in
America Uncle and Aunt Porthaven, with
three of the girls, have already signified by
cable their acceptance of this offered atten-
ton, together with their cabins de luxe on
the steamer, and Mrs. Cobbs Bar Harbor
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