The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1919-09-04
ACOAT OF ARMS
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6y GENEVIEVE ULMAR.

With lofty diSdain Mrs. Drury ult-
ed her small pug nose in the air ana
settled herself comfortably in the
Pullman coach as the Overland ex-
press started away from Lone Cliff.
The cause of her perturbation had
been the fact that her husband, sturdy,
commonplace and loyal to call, was out
on the rear platform Of the car Wav-
ing adleu to a cheering, demOnstrative
group of his fellow citizens. They
we're representative of a mining town,
red-shirted, unShaven men, filled with
enthusiasm and tirewater and thor
oughly sincere in their genuine good
wishes for a man who had stood by
them and for them through ten years.
They had proved their friendship by
electing him mayor Of the town only
month previous and real tear stood
In the eye of John Drury as the friends
and town faded from view.
His pretty daughter, Mabel, had not
been too proud or exclusive to stand
beside him, and he was pleased be-
cause Of her sharing his truly demo-
cratic spirit. Many a courteous, though
vehement compliment greeted the lit
tie lady from the crowd. She had eyes,
however. mainly for young fellow
who fingered on its outskirts, Nor
man RoOdp. and the last parting wave
of her dainty handkerchief was N his
direction.
Nov we're going TO catch III she
laughed, as they entered the coach and
Joined her mother, prim and cEnsorl-
Gus.
"A nice spectacle you make OF your
self hobnobbing with that common
herd" scolGed Mrs. Drury. Il hope you
forget them speedily. And dragging
Mabel into it"
"See here, Nancy" began John.
THAT Is not my name" snapped his
better half.
"I forgot you've changed it tS Anas-
tasia. All right, if 1t suits you. Only
you've changed other things and I'm
right downhearted because of IL. Tell
YOU, girl. you're tearing me away from
all | cherish-the free mountains, the
rough-and-ready life, friends whofare
true as steel. | wish I'd never struck
the Golden Chance"
you are an ungrateful man." storm
ed Mrs. Drury. 1T isn't every man
that a golconda comes to. You are no
longer John Drury, hail fellow well
met with crowd Of illiterate prospec-
tors. but the Hon. John Drury, esquire,
millionaire. l should think you'd &c
clad to see me and Mabel with q
chance to shine in society and lift up
our heads with the best of theG.
John Drury did not reply. He ut
tered sigh, and Mabel echoed 1t. SIZE
was thinking of the handsome, manly
Young mine manager to whom she had
been all but engaged, Of the glad, free
life of the hills. Of the home, che bes'
in Lone Cliff, a liberty hall for all tie
young people in the district.
The lucky strike of John Drury hal
been the marvel of the year in mnlns
circles. A chance discovery had madt
him q rich man over night. He hat
asked nothing better than to work th'
opulent claim and share his good luci
with old and tried comrades, but th'
possession Of riches had aroused Ii
his wife the Hottest ambitions. Meek
" submissive, John made only FEEBLE
protest.
maybe she'll come to her tense
when she sees the hollowness OF he
great ideas of society" hoped honest
homeloving John.
The experience of the DruryS, lie
by the determined spirit of its g-Ildln
genius. underwent n truly newy-rlc
experience. First, they took an e,
pensive suite in the most eXCluGive c
New York hotels; then lease of
sumptuous boulevard mansion. a PRE-
fessional Chaperone pretended TO tntr'
duce Mrs. Drury among the high CT
cles of fashion. There was youn
man who claimed to be an eXpa-tiate
Italian count. Then Mrs. Drury h
came envious of the coat of arms e.
plotted by a neighbor. She ordered or
for herself. 1t was hlazOned on II
family silverware, it glowed on the ell
CANT family automobile. Mabel though
Of running away when the illustrioU
count found favor in the eyes of h
mother as prospective son-in-law.
Then, slowly but surely, Mrs, Drui
began to learn that her guests were I
the parvenu class. They Toasted 70
ally at her expense. They borrowe
money of her husband. One day II
crisis came The specialist who Ia
sought out the coat of arms was
conscientious man. He appeared, flu
tered and penitent, one day.
A Madame" he said, II have made
FEARFUL mistake. In tracing back Il
bury genealogy an assistant miStot
SPhineas for Philetus. The Prime;
branch of the family were humble &C
liery workers. will return the mon,
you paid me"
mo, no, 90 forget it! / am sick
all this show and folly" moaned Il
humbled "AnaStasia."
The count learned of the episo,
and declared he could not connect hil
self with the rahbe! A local newSr
per wrote up the situation. thoui
using fictitious names. Mrs. Dru
came to where her husband and NJ
bel were seated reading one day al
hurSt into tears.