In Search of an Unknown Race — page 253: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 239 He sported a dog-cart, a high-stepping horse with silver-mounted harness, a brass bound tiger, anda pug dog to keep the tiger company on the back seat. He was negotiating for a yacht, and was thinking over whom he had best invite for a cruise from among his extensive circle of friends. For Don Carlos Flores was said to be the youthful heir presumptive of an immensely wealthy Brazilian planter, who had sent his only son to America on a pleasure trip. And when in Boston or elsewhere did ever a young fellow with apparently unlimited means, and perfect willingness to spend them, ever want for real or pretended friends? It sometimes seems to me as if there areno ‘‘ boys” in the higher circles of city society now-a-days. At fifteen they are full fledged young men—dressing like their older acquaintances, and, alas, too often imitating their vices. The fame of the ‘‘ young millionaire,” as Flores was often called, had spread among this class of whom I speak. I mean the over-dressed youths in their teens, who spend much of their time at pool and billiards, and who affect cigarettes and champagne cocktails. Unlike the majority of these, Don Carlos was his own master. His lavish expenditures, together witha style of living which was modeled after the manner of young men about town with abundant wealth in their own right, gave Don Carlos a certain prestige with those near his own age, who envied him such freedom of action and purse. On the evening of June 3, 1887, Don Carlos was giving a little ‘‘spread” at his rooms in honor of his “S (E(0) EOmMiIiGcdoo