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"Well, you see," said Jessie Forbes, who was also panting as she came up, "we have never yet been to Harley Grove. Is it not a very grand place, Elma? Was it not kind of Gwin to ask us, and Oh, of course, we are full of sympathy for that poor, dear Kitty Malone." "Why do you pity her?" asked Elma coldly. "Because the poor darling didn't know any better.
You don't think me a vulgar girl, do you?" "Tell me the whole," said Gwin in a low voice. "Oh, there is not much more. Alice was in a regular temper. She buried her face in the clothes, and though I tried pinching her, and pulling her, and petting her even, not another word would she utter.
So in January, 1855, Gwin introduced in the Senate a bill which proposed to establish a weekly letter express service between St. Louis and San Francisco. The express was to operate on a ten-day schedule, follow the Central Route, and was to receive a compensation not exceeding $500.00 for each round trip.
She sat holding herself somewhat stiff, feeling a good deal disgusted, wondering what Bessie Challoner would say, what Gwin Harley would think, anticipating in advance Elma's sneers. Kitty, however, subjugated Mr. and Mrs. Denvers and the two boys completely.
"We were friends," continued Elma, wiping the tears passionately from her cheeks; "and I did think last night, when I was in such trouble, that perhaps you could come to my aid. I thought you would trust me without my telling you everything." "I cannot, Elma," said Gwin again. "Why?" Elma now looked steadily into Gwin's face. Gwin looked gravely into hers.
The story goes that in the autumn of 1854, United States Senator William Gwin of California was making an overland trip on horseback from San Francisco to Washington, D. C. He was following the Central route via Salt Lake and South Pass, and during a portion of his journey he had for a traveling companion, Mr.
Can you manage, somehow or other, in some fashion, to let me have the use of eight pounds for for say a fortnight?" Gwin Harley gasped; not only at the magnitude of the sum demanded, but also at Elma's audacity in asking for it. "You want eight pounds," She exclaimed. "But, Elma, you know the rule?" "Oh, yes, I know the rule; and it is because I am fairly desperate I apply to you.
"Rule III.," continued Gwin, "relates to tidiness; and now, Bessie, comes your tug of war. 'The members of the society must engage to keep their home things in perfect order, as well as their school desks. They must be neat in their persons, exquisitely clean with regard to hands and teeth, and tidy with regard to hair." "I don't think I'll join," said Bessie.
"Well, was it likely now that I would stay in that close, stifling schoolroom when the sun was shining and there was a bird on a tree outside singing to me as loud as ever it could? And I had made an arrangement with Gwin Harley to walk up and down with her during recess, and the darling girl had put off two others for me, and was waiting for me.
And, now, is there anything else?" "Oh yes, there is," said Elma, "and I think it is a most important thing. 'The members of the Society, as far as they possibly can, are to adhere to fashionable dress, to hair done in a stylish manner, and in short to that distinction of appearance which ought to characterize the lady of the present day." "Well done, Elma," said Gwin, "that is a capital rule."
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