And Mrs. Winchester.
written in �Ned Buntline�s Own,� and been made
love to by that nauseous scoundrel and, I think, too
by Joe Scoville. She talks now of George Brown
as though he were a god-like individual; �there
is no doubt,� says poor sister Emma, to Charley,
�that he was the passion of her life!� Why, she�d
have done the same about Ned Buntline. When
I was at the house, the discourse falling upon hair
Mrs. W. talked of the �glorious auburn� of George�s,
with staggering composure. His locks wa were
undeniably carrotty, as every mortal of his acquain-
tance knew. The woman does this out of
sheer egotism and self-exaltation; it�s �what
a noble, generous, intellectual, disinterested creature
I am for having such feelings!� She has a sham
enthusiasm, sham affections, sham griefs, sham
loves; nothing is real but her barren vanity.
After George Brown�s death there was a man
at New Orleans who wanted her daughter; who
was played, fast and loose, with, dropped a good
deal of money and finally didn�t get the daughter.
It�s Becky Sharp-dom, with none of Becky�s
cleverness; inherently the women are not a whit
higher than the �Belles� and �Dellie�s� of Cahill
and Bob Gun intimacy. Damoreau had
the offer of purchasing Lotty�s house-hold furniture!
He has seen �Alleyne� as an actor, in Boston,