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SUNDAY MORNING.
THe Girl From Gold GulcK.
How She Outwitted an Arrogant British Matron.
BY W. W. RELBATS.—■< —
THE excursion season was at
its height, and the Alaska
liner, Senator, was crowded.
There were tourist parties
from all over the country; gold-seekers
of all sorts and conditions on their way
to the lee fields; Nome Government offi
cials on their regular rounds of inspec
tion; companies of school teachers
eager to crowd the trip into their short
vacation; the Inevitable bridal couples
and several family parties, but the girl
from Gold Gulch was traveling alone.
The first day out was so rough that
all the women kept quietly out of sight
—all but the girl from Gold Gulch, who
confided to the captain that the motion
of the ship was not unlike that of a
bucking horse, and that she rather
liked it. So, crushing her cap down
over her eyes, and buttoning her rag
lan close tip to her cliin, she strode res
olutely up on deck to find herself mon
arch of all she surveyed.
By the cod of the day she had accept
ed every possible courtesy from every
man on board, and was beginning to
think she saw her way clear to a pleas
ant passage. But when, the next day,
the other women, white-faced and mis
erable, began to straggle upward, the
wild rose color and the ability of this
girl to walk the decks In slippery
weather, become to them a personal af
front, for seasickness is not conducive
to the practice of Christian charity. So
every day thereafter the little group
that formed itself into an exclusive
for’ard circle, made common cause in
discussing tlie Impropriety of this
young girl's traveling without a chap
eron.
Miss Mamie McGinnis, of Gold
Gulch, never joined that group. Not
that she knew, or would have cared
If she had, Hint site was the target for
their criticism. She always found her
self the centre of another group on tlie
opposite deck, where she held full
sway, or promenaded the decks with
some equally good sailor till the others
had gone bclpw; following always her
own sweet will, and never suspecting
she had not the benediction of the
elect. It was Mrs. Wliitewall-Warde
who was the most horrified by Miss
McGinnis's escapades. She, with her
three florid, raw-boned daughters, had
come to America first to visit her son.
Algie, on his cattle ranch, and now
with Algie himself, more florid and
raw-boned than all four of the others
put together, she was making a flying
trip to Alaska to see her youngest son,
Winston.
Ono evening oven ns they caucused
on the probability of her being an ac
tress or chorus girt on her way to join
her troupe, two figures swayed into
the are of light emitted from the cabin.
The wind-blown hair of the girl, and
the frills about her shoulders left no
doubt ns to her identity, for her gowns
were also a subject of disapproval
among tlie elect, but the tall blacU
figure behind her was lost in the
Shadow. A dozen pairs of eyes strained
eagerly to see who it might he, their
owners conjecturing and commenting
on what new freak of indiscretion she
was up to. Then, ns If In answer to
the curious gaze riveted upon them,
the figures turned and came to a stand
still under the light.
The man's cigar had evidently gone
out. for with a gay little laugh the girl
took his proffered match, reached out
her arm, and steadied herself against
Ids ready shoulder as If he had been a
mast. Then there was a sudden swish
of frills, the gleam of a shoe buckle—
and something more- and the girl had
struck the match, mnn-fnshion, on the
sole of her hoot, and was holding the
tiny fiaine to his cigar.
At this the Englishwoman turned
with a horrified countenance to point a
moral to Algle, who had not seemed to
disapprove of this terrible girl's con
duct sufficiently, but Algle had slipped
his leash and was not at her elbow.
The next flare of the match showed Al
gie’s florid face bonding-over the laugh
ing eyes of the girl, and Algle's big
hand closing over the pink fingers that
held the match.
Hoping no one but herself had seen
this flashlight picture, Mrs. Warde,
with characteristic arrogance, turned
the topic of discussion, and dominated
the conversation so skillfully that no
one had a chance to refer to the sub
ject uppermost in every mind until she
felt It safe to withdraw. Then, cluck
ing up her raw-boned brood, she fled
Into the bosom of her family, there to
call down curses on the curly head of
this terrible girl who was trying to en
tangle poor Algie in her meshes.
The captain, of course, was taken
into Mrs. Whitewall-Warde's confi
dence. and threatened with being re
ported to the company if he did not pm
the girl In Irons to save poor Algie, or
stop the ship and put her off. and the
clouds of disapproval front the rest of
the elect gathered so thickly that the
very air seemed charged with explo
sives. Even the girl at last began to
realize that she was not entirely popu
lar with this faction; she had not
taken much notice of the women here
tofore, and their disapproving glances
had escaped her. When the full force
of their attitude struck her she turned
abruptly to Algie with: “Is your moth
er worried about something?”
“Aw, she's a bit chafed about some
thin' she saw last night, you know.” he
explained, looking somewhat brow
beaten himself.
“And your sisters, too.” she contin
ued. cheerfully, “they look as if they
bad been pulliug out somebody's hair.
Do they get that way often?”
“Oh, those girls are waxy.” he blurt
ed, relieved at being able to give vent
to his feelings; “they’re always waxy.”
“What a lovely lot they must be,” re
marked the girl, staring at them delib
erately, and letting them see they were
being discussed by their brother and
herself. “They don't seem to be hav
ing any fun at all,” she added, wonder
ing why they didn’t scrape up an ac
quaintance with the half-dozen univer
sity students on board.
But here, to their consternation, they
saw Algle's mother beafiug down ttpon
them with a look of fell determination
in her narrow, gray eyes.
“Algie, my dear, go and talk with
your sisters a bit while I have a few
words with this—ah—this ”
“Miss McGinnis,” Algie supplied,
dodging his mother's look nr.d retreat
ing ungallantiy, leaving the girl alone
on the field.
“All, yes, to he sure, Miss McGinnis.”
she repeated after him,looking straight
over the girl's head and taking Algie’s
chair, which, considering its change of
occupants, was drawn unpleasantly
close.
“You are a most id advised young
person,” the woman began, wasting no
time on preliminaries, “and seem to
have no one to tell you so. Do you
know it is highly Improper for a girl
of your ng? to he traveling about alone,
without a chaperon?”
“Nope,” tlie girl's rosy lips lisped in
dierently. “You never hear of such
things in Gold Gulch.”
“Can It be that there is no attempt
to preserve decorum of any kind in
these western wilds?” asked Mrs.
Warde, incredulously.
"Yep, course,” answered Miss Mc-
Ginnis, indignantly. “If things go
wrong, much, somebody gets shot.
See?”
"Then, for your own good,” the wom
an continued, finding the Gold Gulch
code inadequate to the occasion, and
still looking over the girl’s head, “I
shall tell you that every one on board
is horrified by the way you are carry
ing on, and the rest of tlie voyage you
must either mend your ways or stay
below, or —”
“Or what?” the girl interrupted, rest
ing her eyes calmly on the heated face
of the older woman, with a look of
deep interest.
“Or let Algie alone,” commanded his
mother, surprised off her dignity by
the girl’s cool question.
“Oh, I’m not doing a tiling to Algie,”
the girl answered, innocently. And it
was owing to the matron's ignorance
of American colloquialism that she
was made no wiser by this frank con
fession.
“It would do you no good to try to
win his esteem, you know, for it is ar
ranged that he is to marry bis cousin
in England."
“I did not try to win his—esteem,”
the girl interrupted, hotly. “He just
up and ”
"He what?” tlie British matron al
most screamed.
"He just up and snhl ‘how-d'y-do?’
when wo met on deck,” the girl ex
plained. “And now you’ll have to ex
cuse me while I go and dross for din
ner.” And with a sweeping how the
girl sprang up and was gone.
At dinner tlie “terrible girl," as she
was designated by the elect, changed
her plan of campaign. Instead of con
vulsing her listeners with her amusing
prattle, she sat silently listening to Al
gie, hanging with breathless attention
upon Ills every word. Until he began
to feel like a great hero. The stern
British matron sat glaring at them, not
knowing whether she had been routed
or not, but gathering her forces for a
furious and final attack. As the girl
noticed these signs her spirits seemed
to rise beyond all precedent, and she
telegraphed messages across the table
that said unutterable things, appar
ently quite unconscious that others
had been there before aud understood
her cipher.
The elect gathered at the rail as they
reached the deck and waited apprehen
sively to see what the outcome would
he. The girl's skirmishing, they pro
phesied, would have to go down be
fore the heavy raking five of the Eng
lishwoman’s wrath, and they watched
her approach with a feeling akin to
Pity. They certainly were not pre
pared to see her walk up to Mrs.
Whitewall-Warde and say coolly: "Will
you walk a little with me? I have
something tit say to you.”
And neither was Mrs. Warde herself
prepored to hear the girl, with a wom
anly dignity quite new to her: “I think
it only fair to explain to you, Mrs.
Warde. before this feeling goes any
farther, that I am going to bo married
as soon as the steamer lands, so your
mind will be relieved of any unjust
suspicion that I have been flirting with
your son.”
“Oh!” The woman's gasp of relief
eame like an explosion. "So you are
going to be married as soon as we
land?” she asked, as soon as she could
command herself to say anything.
"Well, as you have no one to look af
ter yon it is quite the best thing you
could do. I hope he is a good young
man. lon must let me be present.”
She was determined to see this was no
ruse ou the part of the girl to make
her relax her vigilance.
“Oh, will you. really?" asked the
girl, eagerly, "will you promise to
come? I have no parents, you know,
and 1 should be so grateful." This,
with a slight break iu her voice that
could be attributed to nothing but sad
ness.
During the remainder of the voyage
the prophesy aneut the lion and the
lamb was fulfilled. Mrs. Warde seemdfi
to look upon the girl as a sort of deliv-
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
erer, and she was taken to the bosom
cf the elect as a protegee of their ring
leader. For all of which the girl
showed her gratitude by having her
trunks brought up and her trousseau
exploited for Mrs. Warde’s approval.
“But are they not much too elabor
ate for the place you are going?” she
ventured.
“Yep,” the girl answered, innocently,
“but they were made for the road.
You see, I was going out with the
Gaiety Company to do soubretto parts
this season before I decided to lie mar
ried.”
.-•“Oh. it is true, then, you are an ac
tress?” said Mrs. Warde, with a horri
fied gasp.
"Nope, not now,” Miss McGinnis ex
plained. shifting her quid of gum
gracefullly into her cheek. “I’m going
to jump my contract, and Mr. .
aliem! he Is going to square it up with
the old man.” She always avoided
mentioning tlie name of her fiancee,
which the elect thought a commenda
ble show of reticence.
The girl seemed to grow a little ner
vous as the Senator neared i art. and
to avoid tlie for-ard circle. “You will
not fail to come to my wedding, will
you?” she again pleaded, earnestly.
"No.” answered Mr?. Warde, thank
ful this disagreeable business was so
soon to lie taken off her hands, and
deeply mortified that circumstances
had connected her with the affairs of
this little player-person. “You may
depend upon me as I have promised.”
Then, with a flush of pity for this lone
little thing, she added: “And I will
also give you my blessing.'’ This last
remark was made as if she were about
to bestow i poa her the Order of the
Garter. ,
“Is your young man going to meet
you?” asked one of tlie elect, thinking
the spectaele of a red-shirted miner
jumping tip and down and waving bis
hat in the air would be diverting.
“Not on your life,” Miss McGinnis
answered, with dignity, "but he'll be
at the hotel whan we get there, nil
eight.”
And although there was not even a
proxy to meet her at the dock the girl’s
faith in his presence did not waver.
"He'll be there,” she assured them, and
asked a favored few to be present at
the ceremony.
It was several hours after their ar
rival that the guests were assembled
for this Impromptu little affair in the
hotel parlor. Mrs. Warde, bored and
tired, leaned back in her chair with
half-dosed eyes; Algie and her own
precious daughters had , not been al
lowed to come; this was too mixed an
affair for them to take any part in.
When tlie girl entered every eyebrow
was raised to tlie limit of its reach as
she clanked across the room in her bar
baric Gold Gulch splendor, hut all were
hound to admit that, after her type,
she was bewltchlngly pretty. So ab
sorbed was every one in the girl's looks
they almost forgot the red-shirted minor
they were looking for. and the girl
herself, instead of assuming a becom
ingly modest air, even if she did not
foe! it. seemed bubbling over with ill
suppressed mirth. At last a tall fellow
eame in at tlie side door, and, facing
the justice, turned Ills back to the peo
ple.
The service was shortened to the few
est possible words. When Mrs. Warde
heard the words, “I. Mary Ann McGin
nis.” etc., she drew a deep sigh of re
lief. The girl was now safely disposed
of, and poor Algie out of danger. But
the next Instant her peace of mind
burst like a bubble when tlie over
whelming words, “I. Winston Gordon
Lennox Warde,” fell upon her startled
en rs.
Algie was Indeed safe, but to the hor
ror of Mrs. Warde and the remnant of
the elect who had gathered In tlie par
lor. his youthful brother had been laud
ed high and dry by the happy, yet un
•scrupulous bride from Gold Gulch.—
San Francisco Argonaut.
When- AuKtralla Buy* Book*.
“Anyway,” said an Englishman who
was at the Hotel Imperial, "if you do
send immense quantities of books to
England, if commercially you do own
the British Islands, if you do send golf
sticks to South Africa and drain pipes
to India, and sewing machines to Aus
tralia, at least Australia still turns to
us for the bulk of her reading matter.
On the whole, I guess Australia sends
you more actors and prize fighters than
you send her literature.
“1 saw recently the latest statistics
from Australia on the subject, and
they showed that Australia imports
yearly from England over $2,500,000
worth of literature, iu the form of
books and periodicals, while the en
tire importation from the United States
is hardly $75,000 worth. Now, while
this preponderance of English publica
tions is natural, the fact that nearly
$700,000 worth of books and magazines
are imported from other countries than
England and the United States shows
that the taste of Australia is not insu
lar to bigotry. It also shows one spot
on the globe where. In one department
of life, the American invasion has not
yet reached,” —New Y’ork Tribune.
A Notable Irish Ballroom.
One of the most magnificent ballrooms
in the United Kingdom is in Lord
Iveagh's house in Dublin. It is sev
enty feet long and forty feet wide, and
the floor through some mechanical con
trivance lias a delightful "spriuginess"
which is such au essential quality to
pleasant waltzing. At either end of
the saloon is a balcony cf aluminium,
and the ltugh fender before the fire
place is of the same metal, yet so light
that it can be lifted lit the hand. The
walls are panelled out in alabaster;
the hangings are of rose-colored silk
and dark velvet richly embroidered,
and the electric light is so arranged
that the room receives only a charm
ingly soft reflected light. The cost of
this lovely ballroom was $150,000.
London Tatler.
New York City.—Pastel shades are
returning to favor, and will be seen in
heavy moth for street and carriage
wear tills season. A delicate china
riXCf WAIST WITH FIVE-GORED SKIRT.
blue cloth is shown here with black
velvet trimmings.
The waist is mounted on a glove
fitted feather-boned lining that closes
in the centre front and is faced with
velvet to a rounded yoke depth at tlie
back. The cloth is drawn smoothly
across tl‘ shoulders and displays
slight fulness at the waist.
The front plastron is included in the
armseye and right shoulder seams, and
permanently attached to the lining. It
fastens Invisibly on the left side am’ is
completed with a velvet collar.
The full fronts are gathered at he
upper edge and arranged to outline a
NORFOLK JACKET AND SEVEN GORED FLARE SKIRT.
round yoke. They open in front to
display the plastron as far as the
belt. The edges are completed with
narrow bauds of chiffon applique, and
the waist blouses stylishly over the
belt.
Inside seams are used to shape tlie
upper portions of the sleeves. They
are tucked from shoulder to elbow and
fit the arm closely. Puffs formed by
the fulness below the tucks are gath
ered at the lower edges and attached
to deep cuffs of velvet. Turquoise
charming effect.
The skirt is made with five gores,
narrow front and sides and wide backs,
fitted smoothly around the waist and
over the hips without darts. The ful
ness in the centre back is arranged in
an underlying pleat at each side of
the centre closing. These pleats are
flatly pressed, giving the habit effect,
but providing additional fulness
around the bottom.
To make the waist in the medium
size will require one and one-half
yards of forty-four-inch material with
one yard of velvet for trimming. $
To make the skin in the medium size
will require five and three-quarter
yards of forty-four-iucli material.
I.adieb' Street Costume.
“Queen's mourning" is the new name
given a fabric- that was known as
snowflake homespun, a dark ground
with small, white tufts, or light gray
ground with black spots. The latter
is used in the large illustration to de
velop au exceedingly smart walking
suit. *
The Norfolk jacket is fitted with
backs, underarm gores and single
darted fronts. It is shaped to the fig
i ure and has a slight box etreet in front.
Deep pleats on each side of the cen
tre hack arc flatly stitched to present
a slope effect from neck to belt, provid
| big a stylish fulness over the hips.
The fronts fasten in double-breasted
style with fancy pearl buttons. They
are deeply underfaced with cloth and
rolled hack to form rovers that meet
the turn-down collar in notches.
Applied pleats are arranged front
shoulder to hem. back and front
stitched on tlie edges. A narrow gray
velvet belt encircles the waist.
The sleeves are, regulation two-piece
coat models, with slight fulness on the
shoulders. They fit the arm closely,
and are finished with shallow cuff fac
ings.
The* skirt is made with seven well
proportioned gores, fitted smoothly
around the waist and hips without
darts. The fulness in the centre back
is arranged in an underlying pleat at
each side of the closing.
Tlie adjustment is siieath-titting from
waist to knee, but from that point each
gore flares gratefully, and there is a
wide sweep at the floor.
Velv’et ribbon is applied down the
seams and forms fails at the lowei
edge of eaeli gore. These are fastened
by large velvet buttons. The style is
especially becoming to stout figures.
Broad or ladies' cloth, zibeline, wool
canvas, Venetian cheviot, or covert
are npprophlte fabrics for this mods,
with braid or stitched bands of the
material for trimming.
To make the jaeset in the medium
size will require two and three-quarter
yards of forty-four-inch material.
To make the skirt in the medium size
will require four and one-quarter yards
of forty-four-inch material.
Ciri’nlnr Skirt With !'tented Flounce.
Flounces are much worn on nil skirts
this season, and look especially well
as a trimming for short skirts, as they
seem to flare more gracefully when
they do not touch the ground.
The skirt illustrated is made of pearl
gray poplin, with Irish crochet lace
for trimming. It is of circular shap
ing, fitted smoothly- around the waist
and hips with small darts. The ful
ness in the back is arranged in an un
derlying pleat at each side of the centre
closing. The pleats are flatly pressed,
and present a habit effect, the skirt
fitting closely front waist to knee.
The flounce is arranged in deep side
pleats that are backward turning and
form a !>ox pleat in front. They are
stitched down part way and flare styl
ishly from the point where the stitch
ing ceases to the lower edge. Bands
of lace arc applied on tlie hem and at
tlie top of the flounce. ,
Skirts In this style made tic made
of broad or ladies’ cloth, Venetian,
covert, cheviot, serge or HenriMta, and
trimmed with ribbon lace, ormands ol
the material, machine stitched.
M ’Strok
ATTRACTIVE USE OF FLOUNCES, *
lo make thin skirt for a miss of
fourteen vim will require three and
one-half yarns of forty-four-inch mate
rial. >
Our. Budget
of Humor..
Knocked Down.
To knock down fifty oxen he
y.'as strong enough, 'twas clear.
His voice was strong, that’s all. Yoa sea
lie was an auctioneer.
—Philadelphia Press.
Mi*ed His Vocation.
“So,” said the author’s friend, “you
built this house with your own bandsV*
“Yes.”
“Well, well, well. It’s simply won
derful. You ought to have been a
carpenter.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
An Unappreciated Sermon.
jtojf
Wife —“I think it was awfully mean
of the minister to preach against wom
en's extravagance in dress.”
Husband—"l don't see why that
should trouble you. Tlk* gown you
had on was very plain.”
Wife—“ That’s no reason why be
should call everybody's attention to it.'
—New York Journal.
Ble*t>inK of Fme.
“He's getting to be somebody in the
world, isn't he?”
“Yes, indeed; lie's arrived at that
point when ills beastly actions in com
pany are called eccentricities of geniun
instead of bad manuers.” —I udiauapoli*
San.
Boarders.
“Doesn't she keep summer hoard
ers?” we ask, indicating the xhnrp
visaged lady with the market-basket
on her arm.
"Not very long." explains our friend,
who has boarded so long that lie calls
the dining-room flics by their first
names.—Judge.
liule For Success.
“What is your rule of business—your
maxim?” we nsl; of the Wall Street
baron.
“Very simple,” he answers. “I pay
for something that I can't get, with
money that I haven't got, and then sell
what I never had for more than it
ever cost.” —Life.
Mifjndzcd His Speed.
“And,” muttered the suburbanite,
“the agent who rented me that prop
erty told me the lions? was only ten
minutes from the station.”
Here lie resumes his sprint for the
train, gasping:
“I wonder if he thought I was a
flash of lightning.”—Baltimore A uteri*
can.
Trite Sympathy.
Tom—“ Why so melancholy, old
man?”
Jack—“Mis* Jones rejected in? last
night.”
Tom—“ Well, brace up. There are
olliers.”
Jack—“ Yes. of course; hut somehow
I can't help feeling sorry for the poof
girl.”—Chicago News.
Grand mu's Object Lennon.
“My! my! my!” said the little girl’s
grandmother, “you mustn't make so
much fuss when you have your hair
combed. When 1 was a little girl I
had my hair combed three or four
times every day.”
"Yes." said the child, pointiug at the
poor little gray knot on the back of
the good old lady's head, "and see what
you’ve got for it!”—Chicago Record
llcrald.
The Way to Tell.
He—“Do you know how to tell a had
egg, Miss Sharpley?”
She—“ Well, if you have anything t®
tell a bad egg, break it gently."—New
York Times.
An Arduous Task.
“Your husband has been promoted,
hasn’t he?”
"Yes; he is the clerk who issues the
marriage licenses now; but I'm afraid
he can't hold the job. The work ia
too hard.”
"Too hard?”'
"Yes, indeed! The ether night lie
came home late and all tired out. and
he hadn't issued but one license during
the whole day.”
“Good gracious! Only one?” ,
"Yes. It was for Silvio Aleszandrel
lometzeia - Koczveitchenblvom and
Marie Vasia vavitehodzrckglfxetzen.
toll.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer, .
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