The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 18, 1896, Page 22

22 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1896. One Lovely : Dress That Is Worn by a : Pretty Wornan Such a “beauty dress’” was worn one day last week by a pretty woman. I v;nll slightly change the coloring and describe it as being made of an exquisitely fipe ladies' cloth of a pearly hue. The skirt falls most gracefully, and is entirely with- out ornamentation and hangs free from the silken lining, as no good dressmaker nowadays sews silken and woolen goods together. The lining, of a turquoise blue, bas five narrow frills edeed with Valen- ciennes lace. Truly charming is the bolero of blue velvet, exactly matching the lining. It is scalloped all around, each scallop being beautified with an applique of creamy-yellow real lace, and here and there a few iridescent beads are intro- duced with happy results. The bolero is cut so as to reveal a lovely vest of blue silk, completely covered with fine applique lace; and I almost forgot to teil you that all over the velvet bolero are embroidered in gray and bluish silks tiny fleur-de-his. Encircling the waist and skirt are twisted bands of white and dark-gray striped velvet ribbon, which sre introduced with truly chic effect. The sleeves are of the cloth, with diminutive puffs and several rows of fine shirning. They extend to the wrists only, but frills of the lace reach to the knuckels. Such = frock would serve as an excellent model for many a calling dress this winter. A little toilet, which will be worn at one of our leading hotels by a stylish matron, is of a very fine white mobair, which is covered with very long-stemmed corn flowers, turquoise blue in color. The entire gown is over white taffeta glace and the bodice has lovely square revers of velvet, which exactly matches the leaves of the flowers; these are edged with a fine fancy lace, a deep corselet to the velvet ties in a large bow in the back with long ends. The result is all that could be de- sired. From an excellent house comes a simple creation of the palest gray satin, the skirt hangs perfectly and the square- cut bodice is made without a single seam apparently. 1t is covered with a pale mauvre accordion - pleated chiffor, on which is appliqued fine duchess lace. The sleeves are small puffs of the chiffon. A corselet of the gray satin is very effective and concludes in long sash ends, with quillings at the sides of the mauvre chif- fon, seven rows of which edge the sash ends, and frills of mauvre taffeta are to be 2999922229020020029299% seen on the inside of the dainty skirt. A bride will shortly leave her home 1n a dress consisting of a coat and skirt of blue-faced cloth with double reyers of white and blue velveteen. A white corded silk waistcoat, beautifully embroidered by hand, has exceptionally handsome but- tons. None of us would object to one of her tea gowns of the finest white cloth, elaborately hand-embroidered in fine gold braid. Lace and sable tails also enterinto its delightful composition. More I can- not tell you. A stout young matron has had made very successfully a dinner dress of a pale green satin covered with small brocaded roses. The skirt is of a new pattern, which does not unduly emphasize the size of the hips, yet it does not add even an inch in apparent width to her figure, so well has madame obeved instructions. Very smart is the little jacket of the bro- cade, which is lined with white satin. It is rather short than otherwise and has no fullness excepting directly in the back, where there are two small pleats. The collar is & turned-down one, edged with real duchess lace, and the front opens to reveal a smart vest of chiffon, which my lady changesat will. One of her vests of rose-pink silk, draped with duchess, is the one I like best with this toilet. The skirt has a suspicion of a train andis made over white satin, one of last year's gowns, which, arter leaving the cleaner’s hands; was in good condition. Frills of lace and green taffeta made 1t quite up to date. The sleeves reach the elbow and fall with a slight fullness, nointerderlining be- ing permitted. Lace frill completes them. When Admiral Reguault de Premesuil recently gave a reception on board Le Hoche, the Duchesse d’Uzes wore white gauze over feuille de rose-colored silk, her draped bodice being held in place by means of a richly jeweled belt through which were carried several long stemmed pink roses; the small sleeves were draped with roses and her large picture hat was adorned with the same flowers. A cos- tume of red China crepe was worn by the Vicomtesse d’Anglemont. It was em- broidered with cerise guelder roses. The bodice and tabliers were beautified with Venetian lace of a yellowish tint, violet- red taffeta was utilized for the waistband. Her hat was of red straw trimmed with ; Costumes Worn in “The Duchess of Coolgardie” at Drury Lane Theater. In New York the grooms and their best men are all wearing either black or dark gray frock coats, high double-breasted white waistcoats and trousers of quite a light shade of gray. The ties are of heavy white corded silk and ' four-in-hand in style. White glace gloves and a white boutonniere complete their costume. Him remarked last week: Fashions for Gentlemen like these, and some very well-dressed men , preferred. Two buttons are worn of either even use this French bow with afternoon dress. The butterfly will not die, and I see more of these ties worn every day, and they wil be continued until very late in the autumn. The colors are dark, and there is a fancy for black even when worn with a colored shirt. These iatter will still be the fashion for morning, the .| plain colors—biues and lavenders principally— Predictions are all very well in their way, but like the swallow of tradition they do not make & “fashion,” nor do they mar it. There is a certain picturesqueness in the large bow, and I find men wearing this autumn with their dinner-jackets quite an artist-like ar- rangement of black silk, larger than the white guelder roses and their leaves. butterfly and with aggressive ends. I rather taking the place of stripes. The gray hat, Hombourg shape, with black erepe or cloth band, has really taken the town, and is very popular for autumn wear, but the gray and white bands are almost unknown among well- groomed men. The smartest men have made dark green and blue plaided ties the style, Shirts for evening wear are of the finest linen, plain and stiff, a dull finish being pearl or white enamel. The collar is straight and standing. When pearl but- tong are worn the sleeve links are usually of plain polished zold with a monogram. They are lozenge in shape. The all-round turn-down collar will con- tinue to be popular for ordinary wear; the corners are rounded. Cuffs are short and square. In New York many boys of 10 or over wear for the evening Tuxado coats, black waisicoats which match the fabric em- ployed for the -coat, black ties, patent- leather pumps or stockings. C. C. Canvas Cloth The Marquise de Maupeon’s toilet was also especially noted, 'being of turquoise blue crepe de chine, the skirt was plain on the hips and round the lower part were nine small flounces, edged with black vel- vet of the narrowest variety. The bodice, cut slightly square, was composed antirgly of cream guipure, placed flat over blue silk and a deep corselet of black velvet. The elbow sleeves, covered with lace like the bodice, had a slight drapery of blue crepe at the top, and were finished at the elbow with a band of black velvet ribbon and ruche of blue tulle. The same trimming was introduced around the neck. On the same occasion several of the young maidens looked quite charming, Mlle. de la Vomade having been admired in a toilet of pink and white glace taffeta, the neck cut square. The elbow sleeves and the bottom of the skirt were completed with a ruche of pale pink tulle. This dainty girl wore a hat of rice straw, wat- teau in shape, and on it were placed bows of white gauze striped with silk. Mlle. Tal- bot appeared in black and white muslin over white silk, ornamented with a great quantity of Valenciennes lace, the neck and waistband were of violet velvet, and most becoming was the black lace hai with itslong and beautiful black ostrich plumes. Other gowns lately commented on in Paris should receive at least a few passing remarks. Forinstance, at an afternoon reception, given at the end of last month, a fair Princess was gowned in a taffetas robe embroidered with shaded convolvuins and lace insertions on the skirt; the open bodice had a guipure of Valenciennes lace; the sleeves extended to the elbow, but were not full. Another Princess wore white China crepe, with bretelles of green moire, spangled with silver, and the waist- band of the same. Her hat was a chic, ‘Watteau shape, with bows of old rose rib- bon and a wreath of roses. The Princess Helene was much admired in a perfectly plain but most wonderfully fine white muslin, made over pink s:lk. Her long sash was of green, wide satin, and on an artistic hat were many loops of green gauze. A confection of white silk muslin over white moire was most fetching, and on the bodice was a quantity of splendid lace. The yoke was square of the style alluded toas & la Botticelli. This costume was completed by a white tulle hat wrimmed with a paradise feather. Clover Green Gown Direct From Far Paree One of Vogue’s correspondents informs us that a bride-elect in New York, re- cently returned from Paris, showed her a very smart gown in clover-green canvas cloth, beautifully broche in raised black, with a Louis Seize scroll design. It was very noticeable that the skirt lay quite flat in front and at the sides, and was very moderatein width; thatit was untrimmed and lined with silk of the same shade. A plain under-bodice of the same lining silk was intended to be tucked into the skirt, and a wide green velvet corselet, fastened on the left, worn over, so that the most charming little velvet bolero to match, plissed in vertical lines, might just reach the top of this corselet (which was draped horizontally) when it was slipped on. The novel way in which the bo- lero was trimmed was quite fascinat- ing. There were specially designed pieces of Saint Gall guipure, mellow in tone, as, for instance, a straizht, narrow border for the bottom of the bolero, which in front formed a triangle, the point so high and sharp it rose to the bust ine. Then came a decollete yoke, quite s charming feature, forming in front two triangles, the points touching in the center with a point under each arm, and in the back a single point dipping toward the belt. The velvet was cut out beneath the lace and showed a warm reflet from a rich poppy red poult de soie, with which thelittle jacket waslined. On the left side of bolero were two large jeweled butions, one above, the other below the lace triangle. The neck-band was high and flat, with a small ruche of guipure, the least soupcon showing over the band. The sleeves of cloth were Louis XV model, fit- ting the arm closely, with a small puff as the top and without trimming. Manby has just completed a chic jacket composed of a double-faced shawl. It kxu_s merely the natural plaid lining‘ and is slipped on as easily, almost, as silk and, besides, is light and warm. Such gar- ments are being made in the finest quality only. They are to be had in a variety of coloring, but those in blues and brow_ns are enjoying the greatest vogue. For in- stance, a dark blue jacket has the inner portion (in one with the material), in a soft check or grays and fawns intermixed with a dash of white, shown in the revers, cuffs and hood. The very quaint buttons are in dull gold. MARCELLA. “Wire Press Rates Collect One Thousand Words Rush.” “You oughtn’t to work on your birth- day,” said Corinne, who wanted company. “Can’i you do your article to-morrow?” Hester looked up impatiently. “Haven't I 10ld you that Sally Waters isn’t going to take charge of the literary page of the Courier any longer, she has so rauch to do on the regalar sheet?'’ she demanded. “Well, what of it?” “Hasn’t somebody got to take charge of that page? Wouldn’t a little money coming in every week be a good thing for this turned, dyed and made-over family?” Corinne stared at the greatness of the prospect. *‘Oh, Hester! Do you think they’d give it to you?” “Iam going to try for it. That’s why I am slaving so over this article. It is the best I have done yet. They have taken nearly everything I've offered, and Sally Waters herself told me I sent in good stuff. I don’t see why L haven’ta chance.” “We could pnt new matting in the front room,” began Corinne, excitedly, “and have the andirons mended.” “Buy new ones,” said Hester, grandly. ‘““And we would have a new gown apiece. Ob, there’s some one at the front door. Do see who it is; Corinne.” The younger sister ran downstairs, and soon reappeared, holding up a yellow en- velope, with the thrilling announcement, “Telegram for Miss Hester Blanchard.” Hester took it, trying to look cool and unconcerned, as if telegrams formed a large part of her daily mail. “Hurry up,” said Corinne, who was frankly young and excitable. *“Oh, I know—it’s good wishes for your birthday."” “To be sure,” said Hester, breaking it open with a sudden sense of disappoint- ment. Visions of “Your uncle in Pata- gonia has died, leaving you $1,000,000,” or, “Your aunt in New York wants you to go abroad with her and the giris,” bad been floating through her head, quite un- checked by the fact that no such relatives existed. “Why, it is from the Courier,” she said, and reaa aloud: Wire press rates collect 1000 words your opinion Carrington’s In a City of the West apropos local color and characters. Mustbein Friday evening. Answer. Courier. The million and the trip to Europe com- bined could not have delighted Hester more thar this message when she had grasped its meaning. The mountain had come to Mohammed. Ifher opinion ofthis much wrangled over book was thought worthy of being telegraphed, press rates collect 1000 words, surely the literary editorship was mnot hopelessly out of reach. Probably this was to test her—a com- petitive examination for the vacant place. She was trying to decide which magazine she would prefer to edit, after some vears of journalistic success, when Corinne broke in on her thoughts. “Why, it says Friday—that's to-day,” she exclaimed. “Isn’t it too bad youcan’t do it!” Tumbiing aircastles make no sound. Hester set her lips and, pulling a pencil out of her belt, wrote distinctly across the back of the message, “Will send article as directed. Hester Blanch- ard.”’ “Give this to the boy while I saddle Punch,’”’ she said. “But how can you, when you haven’t read the book,and we don’t possess it?” asked Corinne. “You never could get it in Santa Maria.” “I'll find it somewhere,” said Hester, with the determination of a Columbus. “This isn’t just an ordinary article, Corinne. It is the beginning of a ca- reer.” Punch was a portly little broncho with ideas of his own and prejudices which his mistress .generally respected. To-day, however, he was laced like a girl and forced to gallop every step of the three miles to Santa Maria, even across the covered bridge, where he had hesitated and sidled and edged around sunbeams every day for the last ten years, He shrugged impatiently and frowned with { stride, but Hester merely gave him an absent-minded dig with her heel as though nobody else had any right to his own feel- | ings and skurried on. Sprini, who had | followed as a matter of course, was hope- lessly distanced and arrived some ten minutes later, his tongue flapping wearily, and not enough spirit left even to bristle his thick white pompadour at the low-bred curs of the town. “Oh, Mr. Saunders!” Hester exclaimed, plunging through a wire door that the uninitiated might have thought led toa tobacco-store, ‘*have you Carrington’s new book, ‘In a City of the West?’ I want it so badly.” Mr. Saunders followed her thoughtfully to the stationery depart ment, which boasted a table ot more or less battered books. “What’s that?”’ he said. Hester re- peated her request very distinctly in words of one syllable. s “You want it in cloth or paper?’ he asked at last, She gave a great sigh of relief. “Either will do, though I will take paper if you have it’”’ she said. Mr. Saunders thought a few minutes more. *I did have two copies, but I sold them both,” he said, finally, “I could get it for you by Monday or Tuesday.”” *‘Oh, dear,” Hester exclaimed, dropping down on a stool. “Haven’t you another copy somewhere? Do find one. I must have it to-day.”” Mr. S8aunders looked up with a gleam of intelligence that brought her ho pefully to her feet. “‘Wouldn’t to-morrow do? Icould tele- graph to the city for it,” he said. *No, I must have it to-day—Friday—and as early as possible,” said poor Hester, wondering what Sally Waters would do in similar circumstances. ‘“You sold two copies,” she added suddenly. “Do you remember who bought them ?”” That was an idea worthy even of the great Sally her- self. She waited patiently for Mr. Saun- ders’ mind to catch up. “I shouldn’t wonder if one was Mrs. Hitcheock,” he finally evolved. ‘“You know her, don’t you?"’ “Does she live across the square in that old adobe nouse ?” “How's that?'’ “Does she live in the old ’dobe over there ?” “Oh, no. That’s Mrs. Vegetables Hitch- cock. She don’t buy books,” with some contempt. “This is Mrs. Postmaster Hitchcock.” And she lives—?” Hesier was already half out of the door. - “Up on Gonzales uvenue.’’ “That's the streest by the Catholic church?”’ “How’s that? Yes, you go by the church. It's three doors from Peralta street. But she ain’t there,” he added, as Hester was unfastening her pony. *‘She’s gone East. She wanted the book to read on the train.” Hester wanted to swear, but not being sufficiently emancipated re- lieved her feelings with an explosive “Oh, dear!” *‘And what became of the other copy ?” she asked, too discouraged even to nctice Sprint, who sat looking up at her over his shoulder, wrinkling his coat to suggest that a girl’s foot is just the thing to rub a fox terrier’s back with. “Well, now, it was either Miss Castro, down on Martinez road—the schoolhouse street, you know—or Dr. Morton's son. They were both ifl here at the same time and one bought some paper—I remember it particularly because they didn’t want it ruled—and one got the book. Queer, now, Ican’t think which was which. I guess it was—no, I ain’t sure. You might try them both.” “Those two of all people,” thought Hes- ter, half amused and half dismayed, as she stepped into the postoffice for the mail. There were several birthday letters and packages for her, but she bundled them into the mailbag unopened, then turned Punch toward Martinez road as the less of two evils. Miss Castro hated hLer with an undying hatred, because Sprint a8 a puppy had killed one of her chickens, Hester had been humbly apologetic ana bis ears, grunting disapproval at every | eager to pay for it, but Miss Castro bad loftily refused the money, preferring to keep her grudge. Hester had avoided Martinez road ever since and found some little difficulty in persuading Punch that she wanted to go tnere now. Sprint looked knowingly at the little white cot- tage and probably laughed to lumself as the best of us will over our youthful scrapes. A whole family of chickens might have walked safely under his nose now. “What shall T do with you, Sprint?” Hester “demanded. “If you follow me, Miss Castro will be snubbier than ever and probably refuse the book, and you al- ways will tag.” After some contriving she managed to fasten one of her reins to the dog’s collar, and left him sitting in meek captivity. “If Sprint sees a cat, 'm afraid Punch will have to chase it too,”” she thought, with an anxious glance backward as she rang the bell. Miss Castro herself opened the door and stood in haughty surprise, waiting to know what this intrusion meant. “‘Ob, Miss Castro,” Hester began, catch- ing her breath nervously, “I am very anxious to see a copy of ‘Ina City of the West,” by Carrington, you know, and they thought you might have it. [ have to write a review ofit and I can’t seem to find it. Could you lend it to me fora few hours? I will take great care of it verson who seemed to have it was a hornd, soft, conceited country jay, who thought evervthing was ‘just lovely,’ herself includ- ed, and who counldn’t get over the idea she was dying to be Mrs. Dr. Morton’s son’s? I suppose she would plunge right in and get the book if she had to take the man with it. Bally Waters never gives up, and that is why she stands so high. We'll follow in her footsteps, Punchie. No, you are not going home yet.” Some fifteen minutes later she came out of Dr. Morton’s office, where Dr. Morton’s son was working, somewhat red, and still without the book, but more determined than ever. After going through that for it nothing else could daunt her. It was an- noying to have to waste time dodging a proposal when she was in such a harry, but in the intervals she had managed to find out that he had actually bought the book—the neroine was just lovely; re- minded him constantly of her—and after reading it —awfully clever, but Miss Blanchard could write a better book than that—had presented it—was longing to send it to her, but feared she would think it a liberty—to Mr. Wheeler, the Baptist minister, who lived down by the station in a red house—cozy little home, more suited to a young couple than an old bachelor. Mr. Wheeler would rent the house, he thought. T will get it, I will, I will,” she said to A 3 e AT TN k] P il ¥ ; N L R A e N ot — —— ¥ : = “He handed over the dollar before he realized what he was doing.” and send it back to-nignt.’” Hester's po- liteness was almost pathetic, and Miss Castro looked a little less forbidding. *I am sorry that I haven’t it,” she said. “I heard Dr. Morton’s son speaking of it the other day. Perhaps he—'"’ She stopped abruptly and glared down- the path. Hester turned just in time to see Sprint, a free dog. poise for a moment on top of the gate, then jump coolly down in- side and come sauntering toward the steps. ‘“‘He must have unfastened him- self. I am so sorry,” exclaimed Hestor; but Miss Castro interrupted with a coid, “Excuse me while I go and shut the gate :! the chicken-yard,” and closed the front oor. “I wonder what Salty Waters would do,”’ thought Hester as she rode slowly away, “4if her chance of a fine position and per- haps her literary career depended on get- ting hold of a certain book and the only herself, as she galloped down the street toward the station, followed by a weary and agerieved little dog. The pastor of the Baptist church of Santa Maria wa¢ thinking up his next Sunday’s sermon in the garden when a pony clattered up to his gate and ade- termined young woman addressed him by name, *Yes, the book did come iate my pos- session,” he said when Hester had ex- plained herself and ber errand. “I am glad to meet you, Miss Bianchard. I have noticed your little articles in the Courier and Iam inclined to think you do well, very well indeed.”” *“Ob, thank you,” said Hester. about this book of Carrington’s?"” *Dr. Morton’s son was kind enough to send it to me, though 1 do not as a rule read novels. We generally leave that to the young ladies, That was quite a pretiy “But little story of yours in the Courier—was it aweek ago Sunday? Itwasthe 14th atall events, I said to myself that if Miss Blanchard keeps on and continues to write simple little tales that touch the heart, instead of emotional, gloomy exag- gerations that nobody cares to read, Santa Maria will have reason to be proud of her.” “You are very good,” said Hester, and Punch wondered why he should be kicked in the side when apparently it wasn't time to start. *‘But can youlend me that book? I have been looking for it all the morning.” “Well, as to that,” said the Rev. Mr. Wheeler, “I am afraid I must refuse. I hate to say no to a young lady, but not owning the book anv more I don’t see how I can very well lend it, do you?” Hester could have cried with disappoint- ment. The golden opportunity seemed to be slipping farther and farther out of her reach. “I must have it,” she said. tell me what you did with it?” “Why, I think I can,” said Mr. Wheeler ““Can’t you L/ 3 P Pl ? b" 4 | s % x> = =3 without undue haste. He was fond of conversing with young ladies (he had never talked to a girl in his life), and he had no suspicion of the tragedy under- lying the situation. ‘I can tell you ex- actly who has it, but T am afraid it will not help you much, as the gentleman is on his way to China.” . “Iwon’t give up,” said Hester to her- self, setting her teeth. “I will find it if I have to —'’ A long whistle made Punch start. “‘Isn’t that the 11:10 train to the city ?'” she exclaimed, radiant with a new idea. “I’ll go right over and get the book myself. I wonder if I have enough money? Perhaps you had better lend me a dollar, Mr. Wheeler, if you can.” Sally Waters herselt could not have beaten this. Mr. Wheeler might give, but he haa never been known to lend. Hester made her request in such a matter-of-course way that he had handed over a dollar before he had reatized what he was doing, and when he came to he found himself cling- ing to a shying pony with one hand and a wiggling fox terrier with the other, while the conductor held the train long enough for Hester to buy her ticket. “There, there, be still, pony. Good doggie,” he exclaimed, too confused to re- member whetherit was the horse’s bite or the dog’s kick that there was the most danger from. Sprint gave such a yelp as his mistress crosged the platform that the Rev. Mr. Wheeler was startled out of bis grip. The next thing he knew the dog was as hopelessly gone as Sunday’s ser- mon. As Hester drooped into her seat there was a scurry of paws down the aisle, and Sprint bounced delightedly up against her. “You wretch,” she exclaimed in dis- may. The impropriety of going to the city in a riding skirt and a shirt waist had not occurred to her, but the addition of a dirty white fox terrier dog dida make it seem a Jittle incongruous, ‘“What shall I do with you? And what will the conduc- tor say, you imp? Well, it’s fortunate Punch didn’t come too. Now, let me see. I’ll get to the city at half-past one, and T'll go straight to & bookstore. Dear me, I do look rather absurd. Never mind, Bally Waters would never stop for looks, Then I will go up to cousin Kate’s and write the story and one of the boys can take it down to the ‘Courier’ office after dinner. I will telegraph home and bor- row some things to come — There was a sudden violent jerk, as though somebody had taken her by the feet and tried to snap her head off, and a bumping stop, set to frantic whistles. Sprint and all the men in the car started out to investigate, and discovered that & small bridge ahead of them was on fire. It was promptly put out, but the bridge was not safe to cross. “It will be late in the aiternoon before anything gets through,” the conductor told Hester. “We'll run rou right back to Santa Maria and send a gang down to fix it.” “It’sno use,” she said, despondently. “Fate is against me. What do you sup- pose Sally Waters would do now? She gave Mr. Wheeler back his dollar and redeemed her pony with as brief an explanation as possible and rode straight homea. Once up in her room, she flung the mail and herself down on the bed and cried just as hard as she had been longing to all the last hour. “I've failed them after promising I'd do it,”” she kept saying over and over. “I won't get the position and I won’t rise, and we'll all be poor and dowdy and made- over for the rest of our lives.” Her hand touched one of the little packages and she began to undo it without much Interest. A very pretty workbag appeared, but Hester could not feel enthusiastic. “There’s something hard inside,” she said half aloud. “How do you open the thing? Oh, this—” She stopped short with a little gasp. Inside the bag lay a small book with Cousin Kate’s love and best wishes, and across its cover ran in golden letters, “In a City of the West.” “And it had been under me nearly al the morning,” Hester sobbed. ““Oh, you're back,” said Corinne from the doorway nearly half an hour later. “You found it, then. We saved some lunch for you and I'll bring it up. How do you like the book? Are you going to sit on it?"” “Not any more to-day,” was the enig- matical answer. The article was telegraphed over that evening—'‘press rates, collect one thou- sand words''—and Sally Waters hersalf told her a few days later taat it was the best staff she had turned in vet. ‘I was certain you were just the person for the literary work,” she said, “but it took that article of yours to convince the old man. 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