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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, . OCTOBER 26