One Woman's Life

xcitement: it was to her Newport or Bar Harbor or Aix. There was first the question of clothes. Although Mrs. Kemp assured her that they lived very quietly

r any place just as you are!" But Milly was wom

y of this event, and even old Mrs. Ridge was moved to give from her hoard. It was felt to be something in the nat

ved off, and he thought he had done his best for his child, even

ut to have the most wonder

Italian namesake, with the simple diversions of driving about the dusty, flat country, varied by "veranda parties" and moonlight rows with the rare young men who dared to stay away from business through the

ton tribe, who was a young lawyer in Baltimore. He spe

r Kemp reported, delightedly. "And they're very

ate of a large university. In those days "Harvard" and "Yale"

" her friend added. "I've as

maginings about this well-bred young man with his distinguished manner; she did her best to please-and nothing came of it. Why? she asked herself

suring her that he could never forget those days he had spent with her by the lake of Como. Years afterward

I knew once out West-at

k of time. She felt that her plebeian hands were revenged: he was quite ordinary. His wife was with him and four unintere

shores of the Wisconsin lake lived in a liberal, easy manner. They had horses and carriages a plenty and entertained hospitably. They did not use red cotton table-cloths (which Grandma Ridge insisted upon to save washing), and if there were few men-servants, there was an abundance of tidy maids. It gave Milly unconsciously a concep

Like went with like as they always will, but the social game was very simple, not a definite career, even for a woman. Many of these good people said "folks" and "ain

s "capitalist," thanks to his father's exertions and denials. He was lazy and good-natured and much in love with his young wife, who was unduly religious and hoped to "steady" Milly. Apart from this obsession she was an affectionate and pretty woman, rather given to rich f

emed unendurably sordid and mean, stifling. Her father was sitting on the stoop in his shirt-sleeves, and had eased his fe

't to look like that!"

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you decided to co

y both the older people were pleased with Milly's social success, but the

Good evening, Mr. Snowden, how are you? and Mrs. Snowden?" she asked graciously, with her new air of aloofne

o had grown rich in the contracting business, had been found dead in his kitchen. His son-in-law-a dissipated young man whom Milly knew slightly-was suspected of the crime. It was thought that the two had had a quarrel about money, and the young man had shot his fath

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