Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-09

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YOU"
Couldn't, eho' exclaimed Kitty. Il don't
know but there's many family in the Four
Hundred that's got its actress, and
"The Four Hundred The Fessendens
f1atter themselves that they belong to the
true aristocracy of the land, not the sudden
rich! There is vast difference. 1t could
never be. You don't understand, perhaps;
but
"Oh, understand, all right" said Kitty.
IL know what you mean. But let me tell
you, my family's as good as yours. Why,
my mother was the best bareback rider that
Barnum ever had, and my father was one of
the English Davises, the Davises that used
to appear before the crowned heads OF Eu-
rope, and I've got the programs to show It.
Family. Say, could take you back in my
family and show you where my people was
known when yours was comm over second
class or steerage in the Mayfower! Family!
Don't give me no family talk! My grand
father was as good Humpty Dumpty as
George L. Fox, and his wife never had her
equal as toe dancer, and you can ask INN
Kiralfy if it amt so! Fan"
"My dear Miss Ziegler, not SO loud, please!
Not so loudl"
Miss Ziegler, is it, I'm not Miss Ziegler!
Look
Mrs. Fessenden fell back with a cry as the
heavy veil was torn from Kitty Blandon
face, revealing the narrowed features OF the
angry woman, framed in little fringe OF
struggling, bleached curls.
@Great heavens!" she exclaimed. "Who
are youo'
I'm Flora Ziegler's mother, that's who
am; or rather Fanny Blandon's, for that's
who she is Oh I'm one of the Ziegler Sis
tiers, all right, and look all to the good with
my makeup on; but just at present | m Mrs.
Tom Blandon, and if you've got any more
to say about me, now's the time for you to
prove it,
Mrs. Fessenden stared at her, over
whelmed Finally she spoke. I'm very
sorry she began, and stopped.
"H'm!' said Kitty, tapping her small foot
on the carpet.
Il didn't meant don't suppose | can
look for much help in the matter from you.
have no doubt that you have been aware OF
this affair between your daughter and my
son. Perhaps your ambition leads you to
believe that such marriage will be benefi-
cial to your daughter; but, l warn you, it
cannot be- 1t cannot bring anything but
harm. The social difference"
"Oh, hang your social difference!" As Kit
ty Bandon gave way to this highly improper
exclamation, (which, however, you must
admit, was provoked Mrs. Fessenden
gasped and fell back among the cushions on
the sofa.
at isn't any social difference that I'm
thinking of, and don't admit that there is
any Pm not quite in your class, Ill con-
fess I'm little rough and all that; but
when it comes to the real thing, which is
whether I've behaved myself, you haven't
got anything on me, my lady! However, as
/ was saying, it isn't the blue blood that
bothers me- l don't want this wedding to
take place any more than you do; at least,
not yet-and III tell you why. It's dollars
and cents
1VA she had not understood Kitty, who
was talking with great rapldity; but she did
hear the mention of money, and a ray of hope
spread over her face as she said, "You speak
OF money. If it is that you are waiting for,
perhaps
what" Kitty's rage made her hold her
hands before her face "You think | want
to be bought off? Why, II guess you don't
know who you are talking to, Mrs. Fessen-
den!7 There were tears, tears of outraged
decency, in her eyes as she stood looking at
the other woman, who saw the mistake she
had made.
But did mention money. My husband,
Mrs. Fessenden, is cripple; fell and hurt