Fort Griffin Echo (Fort Griffin, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 2, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 17, 1880 Page: 1 of 4
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"No, my deal's," remarked
Mrs. Bendelpool, seated in her
dressing room, with one finger
pressed. critically to her lip, as
she inspected two ball dresses
of blue, and mauve, "1 really
think you mnst have new ones
for, such an occasion. A girl's
whole fortune is often ruined
through an unbecoming toilette,
or a faded or an illassoted rib-
bon. This blue looks anything
but fresh in the trimmings j and
Nora, my love, though the mau-
ve was your choice, I t ever did
think the eolyr became you."
Nora and Clara Bendelpool
were by no means loth to agree
with their parent—now ball
dresses being in perspective.
nly Clara, bending forward,
her chin in her hand, wistfully
*But what will papa say to the
expenses, mamma ?"
"Leave that to me, dear. To
use his own words, "he'll never
spoil the ship for a ha'porth of
tarJ Oh such an occasion he
mise, and, becoming his own
master, aroused by the explora-
tions of Livingstone, determined
to do Africa. He has done Af-
rica, and is now returning to set-
tle down at Shallowton."
"And find a wife," broke in
Vi, laughing. "I wish him
every success." ■
"And Vi," smiled Nora, "may
probably carry off the baronet
"Who I I !" was the reply;
"No, indeed, give me a teal-born
English lad. not a half-baked
African. Nora or Clare must
win him, and I'll dance at the
"I would," remarked Mrs.
Bendelpool, with a sigh, "the
thing were probablebut there
is a mystery about the baronets
selection of a wife."
"A mystery!" and three young
faces were turned quickly to-
wards the speaker.
"No less," proceeded the elder
ludy. "You know he comes
back with young George Sum-
ner, of the Abbey; and that its
the Sumners who give this ball
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would not have -yott"ftpp*at ^^doome home-to him."
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i ii Fort tftfffln and Ornliam. arriving
nrt (irIIBn Friday evening and leaving
rday inornhtjf. (,'Iohc connections nt
liiini for Jackoliori) :ui*l '•net.
|ul trip flckct $<J,
worse than your neighbors.
You. Nora, are twenty-one; you
Clara, twenty: It is high time
you should be established, in
life; and why should hot One
of you be Lady Stockiuham, as
well as anybody else f"
"They say," remarked Clara,
thoughtfully, "that Sir Archie
is very handsome."
"Very; and so manly. None
of your insipid drawing-room
dandies," said Mrs. Beudelpool
contemptuously, of that class
among which, for the last two
years, she had btien angling to
for her daughters. "He lias,
traveled until they stfy he is as
brown as a bun." r
"Bronzed, I fancy they said,
. " Well, bronzed as a bun. He
has been all over Africa, shot
gorillas in the Mountains of the
Moon, hippopotami on the chores
of the Nile, andr dear man, been
nearly twice eaten alive by lions.
Now.he.comes home to find a
le unheard-of dangers he
him sufficient courage to under-
take so perilous an enterprise,"
broke in a merry voice. "Fray,
aunt, was it the lion4s claws
that suggested to him matri-
The speaker was a young
and now stood, the'skirts of her
riding habit in one hand, while
with the other she fanned her
self with her Gainsborough hat.
"Vi, how incorrigible you
aret" exclaimed Mrs. Bendel-
pool, looking round. "As to
ever finding you a husband I
despair, you frighten every suit
or dway by your out-spoken-
"Because, aunt, I never have
come across one I care to keep,"
laughed the girl, dropping into
a chair. "Pray take no trouble
about me; I am twenty four, se
have set myself down already
as an old maid,
•• 'Uk a lassie has a laddie,
Ne'er a ane a'e I.'"
She began singing; then, con-
cluding with an "etc., etc.," she
added: "But pray, annt, tell me
ubour this Amadid de Gaul, or
of gorillas and hippopotami. I
confess I am curious to learn of
one of whom all Shallowton is
talking. Remember, I uni nl
most a stranger here myself."
"It is simply tijis, Vi; Sir
Archibald Stokinliani, on inher-
iting tho Ilall at liM-fallier'u de-
regaided Vi as a rival, for
though she liked mule society,
she abhorred and speedily tftoj)-
ed flattery or sentiment.
Tlie evening of the Sumner
ball arrived. The Bendelpool
house Was in commotion, the
unfortunate lady's maid was
summoned from dressing-room
to dressing room, until she
was tired out of her life. As the
last touches were being given,
Mrs. Bendelpool entered, sniils
ing, holding two pasteboard
boxes in 4^hand.
"Nora, Clare," she said,
"papa had meant these for
Christmas presents, but lie has
forestalled them lor this even-
The boxes opened, the girls
gave a ciy of deligh t—each con
tained a pearl necklace, with
pendant and earrings to match.
Tliey were speedily placed, ancl
certainly "the Bendelpool girls"
looked, to use a young Oxon-
ian's word's, "no end of stun-
"Where is Vi ?"
"Here, my dear Nora, quite
dy to admire you," answered
diet, entering, tastefully at-
"Yes, yes—WEtetly. Go on.' .... ........ ......
"Well, this mornt^r^h84i.^dJn an amber,(gauzy, lacy
Mrs; Sumner was telling me all
about it, she read me her son's
letter, and in it he writes, in his
lively way, you know, that the
baronet is coming to seek a
wife, but that the girl he selects
must possess one peculiarity j
rarely to be found in fashiona-
ble young ladies. If she fail in
thisi be she as lovely as possi-
ble, or—" ,
" 'Be she fUIrer than the ilajr,
Or the flowry meads in Hay,"
Chimed in Violet
"Just so, he has vowed never
to wed her." ' *
"But what is this peculiarity!"
demanded two voices.
• "That lie keeps a profound
secret. Even George Sumner is
not taken into his confidence,
further than he knows this whim
or what you will, was formed
while in Africa."
"Bah!" remarked Vi, rising
and tossing back her brown
hair. "The poor man has had
a sunstroke, Or his brain is ad-
dled by the heat of the tropics,
-Which hatches pstritohes' eggs.
In my idea the mands contempt-
ible who shows his conceit by
imagining that he has but to
walk into a garden of bloomiug
English girls, and select just
which lie pleases." ; ■ '
"My dear Vi," remarked Mrs
Bendelpool, with sententious
wisdom, world acquired, "when
the man is a baronet, young,
and with a large rent-roll, land
the blooming English girls are
portionless, that is very much
just what it is. It is different
. "Who have a poor three hun-
dred of my own," laughed Vio-
let. "Well, true, aunt To an
independent spirit, it will afford
a girl to be independent of tak-
ing a husband she doeftn,'! love
and make her brave enough to
face the world as an old maid."
And the speaker wandered
away, singing, leaving the trio
further to discuss Sir Archie and
Violet was the niece of Mrs.
Bendelpool. Left an orphan,
with an income of three hundred
pounds, her aunt had offered
her a home—a very happy one,
where slje did pretty much as
she lilted. She was dark, small
featured, and not particularly
pretty, save in the pleasant,
mirthful expression of the toun-
tenance. The Misses Bendel-
pool ncrc handsome, and never
"Clare, Sir^MtJ"11 f«el
"Don't say a donkey between
two bundles of hay, Vi."
"No; like Macheath, 'How
happy could I be with either'
and descending to the carriage,
they drove to Sumner Abbey.
The ball was indeed, a grand
one; and Sir Archie Stoking-
ham, a broad-aho uldered, fair,
brown-haired, frank, handsome,
bronzed, young English gentle-
man, was the. lion of the even-
ing ; v,-.v
" Which is but fair," whisper-
ed Vi, "considering the lions
had it so much their own way
Vi quizzed1 him, nevertheless
danced with him, and said he
was very entertaining, and even
possibly, would improve on ac
The Bendelpool girls, and all
the other " handsome girls,
danced with him, and declared
he was divine.
Sir Archie certainly seemed
to have the same opinion of his
paitners. He was gracious ueso
"Arn't the Bendelpool girls
jolly handsome, Archie ?" whis-
pered George Sumner:
"Well, now you have seen the
beauty : of Shallowton, how
about your selection Ot a wife ?"
"It is made," was the reply.
• "Yes, if the lady will be only
kind enough to have me. I
shall ask permission to—to im-
prove our acquaintance, with
the ulterior idea of partnership,
"But— but, the peculiarity ?''
"Out of all the crowd here,"
remarked Sir Archie, •'only one
possesses it. Of course I am
not compelled to marry that one;
but, as the circumstances turn
out, I think I should like to try."
And with that Sir Archie
strolled away to find the. lady
on whose tablet his name was
written. That lady was Violet.
"A pn-tty graceful scene.''
smiled Sir Archie, "especially
to orttt fresh from the
wilds of Africa, though
even ln-re I find resemblances.
lire-tik's, as thuy davf'd'through
the dark tropical night."
"Do they recall nothing else,
Sir Archibald ?" inquired Vi,
"Mow do you mean ?"
"That there is a further resem-
blance; indeed, that there is
not much dillereuce between an
African lady who wears a ling
through the nose or lip, and a
European girl who wears one
through her ear. Is it not a
relic of barbarism
The baronet gave a great
"That decides me," lie ex-
claimed half aloud. "Miss For-
tescue, may I lead you to take
an ice ?"
'; Before that ice was consumed
Sir A rchie had asked permission
very humbly, for it was really a
case of love at first.sight, to woo
Vi, and after a wj^ile Jiad ob-
tained a half consent, f
"But," said Vi, shily.'as they
return^l slowly to the ball-
room, "I understand the lady
you intend to; honor—" .
"Must have a certain pecul-
iarity?" he broke in. "Tiuei
Miss Fortescue, and you have
it." , • ■ . .
"1 ?" ejaculated Vi, starting.
"Good, gracious !"
"You,'" he repeated, smiling.
*\$j>en traveling through Afri-
ca I saw tlieHiriiteiilsaes^ of the
nose and lipirings worn
races. The idea occurred to me
whether my ^tir country women;
considering their superior culti-
vation', were ^ny better or less
barbarious ; thaif they. And
there and then I vowed never to
wed a woman who had not the
courage and sense to resist fash-
ion, and to preserve the prettiest
ornament nature had given to
■her sex," and he looked down at
Vi's perfect shell-like ear unmu-
tilated, "Miss Fortescue, I have
found that lady; my greatest
trouble noiv is whether I may
ever hope to win her." <, „ t
Vi did not give her answer
then; but -a year after, certain
it is, ^he became Lady Stoking-
ham-V-a reward she used laugh-
ingly to aver, for her supei iori-
t}' of civilization over the other
fair young ladies of Shallowton.
Caleb Morris, a famous Lon-
don preacher, was often robbed
of his sermons. In company
with a clerical friend he attended
a chapel at a watering place, and
the pastor, a young man,
preached. At the conclusion
the friend said to Morris, "Ex-
(raordinary sermon, quite won-
derful." "Think no," was the
reply ; "you know whose it is,
of course?" "His own,I hope,"
"No, mine" "Dreadful; but
he is! .young, let . us • warn and
save him." To the Vestry they
went. The young man was peni-
tent—eveivbody who is "found
out" is penitent—and confessed.
When Morris claimed the ser-
mon the preacher was indig-
nant and broke out: "I knew
you were coming here this morn-
ing and I determined to give you
something- good, so I preached
a sermon by the president of
our college, Dr. The ser-
mon was Munis', and
preacher had robbed a .-thief.
eral of his friends he started for
tile telephone office on Bellevue
street. Unfortunately for him,
on this occaston they had to
pass Bisli's, and, being Ken-
tuckians all, tliey of course
stopped to test the quality of
Bisli's "sour mash," and from
there proceeded to the telephone
office. The judge called up his
friend and professional ac-
quaintance, O'H., in Covington,
and disclosed to O'H. his name
and purpose. O'H. was at first
at a loss for^something to say,
but remembering that his friend
the judge hailed from a large
distilling district, innocent-
ly inquired the price of
whisky. The judge, surprised
and embarrassed, knowing O'H.
to be a temperance man, turned"
to his companions and exclaim-
ed, horroi-struck, "He smells
my breath !"— Cincinnati En-
The Trustee Buelneee.
It is related of a well known I
merchant of a neighboring city,
ihat; after making hjs will and
leaving a large property to trus>'
tees for his'Son, ho called the :
young man in, and, after read*
ing the will to him, asked if
there was any alteration or tin*
provement that he could sag*
gest. "Well, father," said the
young gentleman, lighting a ci-
garette, "I think as things go • i
wadays, it would be
for The iT*ywi i mi i i b , t,., A,
to the other fellow pnd mi
me the trustee." The old gen
• • • " .I*9
tinman made up kis mind th«t
and there that the young mac
was quite competent to tak«
charge of bis own inheritance, ■;
and scratched the trustee clause j|
; j.iRoom for the Mourners.
Chauncy M. Depew told
story at the recent New Engi
dinuer: ' ;v,'- ; ''■■■
In the Berkshire hills tliexje
was a funeral. The woman who^
mingles curiosity with pity was I
there with the mourners,
the afflicted widow, in a melan« ^
choly voice, she said : -; '
"When did you get your new <3
eight day clock f"
"I ain't got no new eight-day >
clock ?" responded the bereaved j
woman. w W
"Why, what is that in the cor"';
ner ! Ain't that an eight-day!?
day clock ?" persisted the enri*
oiis visitor. \
"No, that ain't a clock; that's
the deceased. Wto stood it OB*;
end in the corner to make room
for the mourners.'' ;
General Horace Porter, in his,
speech at the New England din*
ner, said: " A Philadelphlan
was in Boston, and they were
showing him around. Tbey. al-
ways show people 'around' iflr
Boston. He nsked the Boston
man, "Why do yon not lay out
Boston like Philadelphia?" "If*
Boston," was the response,
"ever gets to be as dead as Phil-
adelphia, We'll lay it out."
It Was In His Breath.
When a country lad first
comes to the city he uses the '
very profane expression, "Gaul
dv.ru if," with reckless ease..
As the relinement of metropoli-
the J ta(lis in begins to take hold of
: his speech, lie mildly says, "By
Id urn," and when he reaches the
mined to satisfy his curiosity by
The gems and gold of the orna-j hearing and ssi^i'ng fur himself
ments in the ladies' ears, as ! the'wund«rs told lii'n of the fe!e-
lavetider trousers, drab overcoat
A few (lays ago a^well known!;lIia 8tage of culture
and-.highly respected judcre hail -; jie t vVirlLis li ttle wisp of a cane
ing ii'om the interior of the ,lini.II,j,,.s, "Aw. dem it."—
state stooped for a short time in ^ 1Iatm ]t,,qhUr.
Newjiort, and while there deter
electrify the world if
| Kdi.son should prove to be suc-
cessful, hut it would shock the
they flash by. remind me of the phone. In company with sey'worl-l if In' should fail.
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