Marion Marlowe in Society, or, A Race for a Title — page 4: what you’re looking at

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a Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Fentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STRRET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y, Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. NEW YORK, December 15, i900. Price Five Cents. No. 12. . € @ ion Marlowe in Society; arion y, OR, Aa RACH FOR A TITLE. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CTIAPTER f. ard, but she was not a stickler for lineage MARION’S INTRODUCTION. herself, and always chuckled to think how, “Dear me, Mrs. Stetson! How perfectly delightful of you! And so you have really taken her up and are going to introduce her into- society this winter ?” The speaker, Mrs. Augustus Van Twiller, was calling with her friend, Mrs. Wurtem- burg, on the acknowledged leader of the Four Hundred, Mrs. Parker Stetson-Stet- son, and, as she spoke, both guests turned their eyes expectantly upon their hostess. Mrs. Stetson-Stetson was a large, portly woman, very red in the face, and just a trifle irritable in temper, but her jewels and hand- some gowns far outweighed personal blemishes, these small, and her dinners and other lavish entértainments completely con- cealed any other shortcomings of which she might have been possessed. It was true that her pedigree was not quite up to the stand- with her money and jewels, she had swept in from no one knew where on one auspi- cious day and had completely overshadowed all these blue-blooded relics of patrician families. “I prefer red blood in my veins said ,’ she often “it’s healthier and, furthermore, it doesn’t make one feel al] the time as if one had just come out of a laun- Look at Van Twiller,”’ with a burst of laughter; to her intimates; dry. she would add, “she’s so thor- oughly ‘blued’ that she reminds one of in- digo.” To-day she was thinking very much the same thing as she sat placidly in her cious parlor, entertaining her callers. spa- ‘ ee 93 * . Yes, I’ve taken her up,” she said, folding “but syou will not have to wait until spring to see her, her fat hands together: my COnnicoooKks (CO)