Ethelyn's Mistake

Mrs. Pry was in a pack, a whole pack, too, which left nothing free but

her head, and even that was bandaged in a wet napkin, so that the good

woman was in a condition of great helplessness, and nervously counted

the moments which must elapse ere Annie, the bath girl, would come to

her relief. Now, as was always the case when in a pack, her ears were

uncorked and turned toward the door, which she had purposely left ajar,

so as not to lose a word, in case any of the ladies came down to that

end of the hall and stood by the window while they talked together. They

were there now, some half a dozen or more, and they were talking eagerly

of the last fresh piece of news brought by Mrs. Carter and daughter, who

had arrived from Iowa the day before, and for lack of accommodations at

the Cure had gone to the hotel. Both were old patients, and well known

in Clifton and so they had spent most of the day at the Cure, hunting up

old acquaintances and making new ones. Being something of lion-seekers,

they had asked at the office who was there worth knowing, the young

lady's face wearing a very important air as she glanced round upon the

guests, and remarked, "How different they seemed from those charming

people from Boston and New York whom we met here last summer!"

It did not appear as if there was a single lion there this season,

whether moneyed, literary, or notorious; and Miss Annie Carter thought

it very doubtful whether they should remain or go on to Saratoga, as all

the while she had wished to do. In great distress good Mrs. Leigh racked

her brain to think who the notables were, and finally bethought herself

of Governor Markham, whose name acted like magic upon the newcomers.

"Governor Markham here? Strange, I never thought of Clifton when I heard

that he was going East for his health. How is he? Does he improve? It is

quite desirable that he should do so, if all reports are true;" and Mrs.

Carter looked very wise and knowing upon the group which gathered around

her, anxious to hear all she had to tell of Governor Markham.

She did not pretend that she knew him herself, as she lived some

distance from Davenport; but she had heard a great deal about him and

his handsome house; and Annie, her daughter, who was visiting in

Davenport, had been all over it after it was finished. Such a beautiful

suite of rooms as he had fitted up for his bride; they were the envy and

wonder of both Davenport and Rock Island, too.

"His bride! We did not know he had one. He passes for a widower here,"

several voices echoed in chorus, and then Mrs. Carter began the story

which had come to her through a dozen mediums, and which circulated

rapidly through the house, but had not reached Mrs. Pry up to the time

when, with her blanket and patchwork quilt she had brought from New

Hampshire, she lay reposing in her pack, with her ears turned toward the

door and ventilator, ready to catch the faintest breath of gossip.