The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-11-01
By Melville DAWSON Post
Copyright b Edva-a ]. cIode

The dinner given by Mrs. Burgoyne-
Hayes to Prince Edward Of Hesse
Mechel-Schweren will be always re-
membered by New York The proud
old dowager cut society like butch
er. The list was a 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 1T77-
shall always remember this din
Der for another reason. It 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, disconne cted rumors about
this marriage Beatrix certainly posed
as an heiress before the Englishman
went under the yoke, and We sot
the impression, doubtless directly, that
he had a large estate somewhere on
Loeb Codan, s5 1000. at any rate. over
his pay. Then we heard later on.
through Jimmie Dale, I 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 OF than that by fat budget
Of debts. We knew that Beatrix had
no income to speak Other aunt kept
the COMMANDERS 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 think that was about the only
-
came along to New York.
had Sarah Lamar on my right at
this dinner. and, fortunately, an i'm
who kept his nose well IN his wines
and pates. I wanted to ask Sarah Le-
MARI about Beatrix. and was glad OF
the Teuton's exclusive interest N his
stomach. / shared a rather general
curiosity. The Englishmau was here
with Beatrix, putting in his leave OF
absence. If they mooned for van
ished E!dorados, one saw no tear-stains
in it. 1 thought the pair OF them at
the far end OF the table looked happy
enough, pretty comfortable for disillu-
stoned fortune hunters. Presently I
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
sistsnce."
I am not a divorce lawyer"
said.
Nonsense. CourtIandt." she answer
ed: they love each other. They are
lovers. Can you gather the signifi-
canoe Of sUch an undreamed OF ending
to the effort each of them made to
marry a fortune?"
Then said. ''Beatrix cannot need
assistance. Poets tell us that lovers
do not dwell in this land Of trolley
cars AID spindIes. but somewhere on
blessed islands they are happy
Put. ray dear boy" said Sarah Le-
MARI, one might take stone bruise
or a thorn in the thumb even on a
blessed island
Not So I answered: The Well at
5 the Worlds End IS there. ana whose
ever tasteth thereof shall be perfect
as his dreams are perfect. and around
and ali about this land Lethe, the River
OF Oblivion. rolls its watery labyrinth
Nay. do not interrupt me: the human
heart longs with q longing that cannot
I be uttered FOR this enchanted country
where. yom tel re. Beatrix walks with
her Englishman"
"Wcll!" said Sarah Lemarr. Who