FRANCES M. BLUMAUER,
The valued friend who pointed out to me a pleasant path wherein my feet might tread; and to whose loving advice I shall owe whatever of success I may hereafter achieve.
The Author.
Chicago, Oct., 1890.
The God of Civilization.
CHAPTER I.
“Oh! I have grown so tired of this continual round of parties, calls, and theatre going; I do wish something would happen to break the monotony of my life.”
The foregoing remark was made by Mabel Miller, who spoke in a very discontented manner.
“Why, Mabel, how can you talk of monotony? There is not a girl in our acquaintance who has more delightful changes of amusement than yourself. What with your winters, a succession of gaieties, your summers at Santa Cruz or Monterey, I don’t see how you can be so discontented.” It was Mabel’s cousin, Lucy Maynard, who spoke.
“Oh, I know that is what you always say, but it does not alter the fact that I am sick of it all.”