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Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, October 27, 1895, Image 7

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vnv Gris Show Hor Now York's
V.i'.fctiiDes of Disaster."
; of Tan and Fur—Each
, pi dges Herself to “In
rttv” During the Win
Narrow Streets,
is Received Several
Her London Auxil
October 25.—The arrival
.tan Chant in this city
nne flutter in clubdom
n life of the East And
iich followed brought in
• of the prettiest fads of
which bids fair to be pop
>> winter.
fad is known as the ‘indi
81* y Auxiliary.” and its mem
laposed of the dainty butter
lety. Their mission is to
*r\ ing and unfortunate vic
recent hard times and put
Vir feet. Their fluids of la
nms. the milestones of dis
■ient habit of slumming with
>i a hireling in uniform is dead,
new* fad opens up a hitherto
nn path of doing good.
every day you can see on the
udew'alks of the slums tall bru
:id plump. bright-eyed blondes,
s pets, hurrying along on the
•x>sed mission <»f which Mrs. Or
ilere she is a disciple with
learn, its she herself admitted
. >urn from one of these tours.
Ntw York girls do these things in^
made public, but hero is a leaf the re
port of a member who is said to be tha
wealthiest orphan heiress in the world.
Her homp is in the West, and the petted
life she has led makes one express sur
prise that she could master details as
- A< she Is in mourn
ing. her slumming gown Is a black,
rough good—the fashionable material
of the winter—shot with specks of gray.
The fur jacket is Persian lamb, also tha
V's upon the waist, and the band upon
the skirt, as Persian lamb is by far the*
most desirable fur trimming for mourn
Here is the leaf as read by her in a
quick practical, business-like tone quite
different from the pretty drawl of the
“Monday—Visited the twelfth section
of our field, which embraces Pearl
s're< t. The street was very narrow in
some parrs and seemingly blocked, as
we looked at it from a distance, with
push-carts and wagons, so we sent home
for our bicycles and made the tour of
the street biking, daughter and ap
plause from Mrs. Ormiston Chant.) We
attracted consid*Table attention, but
that helped our cause Instead of hurt
ing it.
"On the fourth floor of a tenement we
found a mother and four children in
desolate circumstances. There was only
one room, without stove or bed, and
the children could not go out for lack
of clothing.__
(In Slum Suit of Tan and Seal.) __
Y. ay. One feature of the
adoption of a uniform or
Sown." This is a fawn.col
ight flu ng in the waist
tnd limp. - Lough fail, in the skirt. The
oot of tb skirt trimmed with a
>a«i band of s»*a!skir\ which falls just
) the sidewalk, as the skirt is quite
for walking 1 igih. It is very
"iivenient. though, as it has no loose
dug to catch or furbelows to gath
•: and microbes of the slums,
’ is to go.
w st is slashed in V shape, strips
•1 forming the Y's. This kind of
. apparently for show only, has a
■ninth of Us own, as those who have
seed themselves In It know.
\ smart walking jacket of Eton shape
••alskin is slipped on these cold days,
icket is very dashing and of ex
■ly light weight. As it protects
ngs it can be worn all through
hangeable winter. The sealskiu
the very latest thing in stylish
It has the large drooping ef
m the shoulders and the tight
of the winter coat, with the cut
ides of the E*on. I'nderneath
ket is worn a tan waist with
’ ~-o Ixtlloon sleeves.
•ung woman who invented the
g dress" is the leader of the
-.-ig movement." She is a young
dress, whose late father was a
•” Journalist of New York. She
* r of Dr. John Hall's Church.
st cousin of the future Duch
rl borough.
individual Charity Auxiliary
••ry Monday morning and de
reet of the day to its slum
■ k. Its peculiarity is that each
pledges herself to Invent a new
• fore the winter Is over. I,ast
• hen Mrs. Ormtston Chant met
fharity Auxiliary there were
■ members out of tho forty-six
’ not fulfilled the terms of "in
''issps Calvin Rrice are mem
•• \uxlliary, and belong to the
u provides groceries and all
: i*“s at one cent above cost. ;
.k ‘" '-tnt Is supposed to represent !
ch keeps this charity from
hose who are benefited bv
■e girls "slum" in very neat
s Thar, turn back with a
it’d have a band of sealskin
“The father was in the Tombs await
ing trial for the stealing of a watch in
a crowded horse car. At the time of
his arrest he was steadily employed.
The woman's story is that some one
else stole the watch, and that her hus
band Is innocent. This Is not an un
common thing, when all the police of
New York are busy watching the
“I am investigating the case, and
find that the man has always borne a
good character. So I move we have
our association counsel take the case up
and endeavor to liberate the man.”
Forty pairs of gloved hands clapped
approval, and a heavy chord of applause
w These slum rescuers are work
in- not for looks but for usefulness.
'A i.- n they so slumming muffs are in
ir a av. and they wear heavy dogskin
- of tan. stitched down the back
'•vith shaggy stitching that resembles
the silk imitation of Persian lamb. I‘t
<ssy and orna
V th:s poin* had brw'n settled, the
render wen on o say that she recom
mended dm: h? woman be handed over
to the “Suitable Employment Comrait
| tee.”
I P n this, up jumped a woman who is
hired by the Auxiliary to look up em
ployment. She is herself well known as
a phllan:hrop:> . though not a woman
of vast wealth.
“I can put the woman at work at
i once as a sweeper in a building.” said
: she. And so the case ended. This is
enough to show how the slum eommit
; tee works.
Mrs. Chant told in reresting stories of
similar work of English girls, and rec
ommended the adoption of a neat, light
and warm slumming rig for winter, so
that this worthy charity need not be
All the famous clergymen of New
York City are urging it along, and one
of them, a fashionable minister, who
goes to Newport in the summer and
enter*ains a great deal in the winter,
was worldly enough to remark that he
knew not which to admire most—the
good work that is being done or the
very bright, business-like. rich, beauti
ful. self-sacrificing, independent and
delightful young women who are doing
I »,lp[.
We Now Catch Her at Salads and
Table d'Hote.
(From Our Special Correspondent.)
it is said tliaic a gourmet will travel
j from Lan to Beersiieba to taite a now
I salad. I can sympathize with the tak
I lug a long journey that has this delight
1 at the end of it. There is nothing
quite so flue in the eating line as good
salad, and the Frenchman who an
nounced that he could eat his adored
one in that form if she were served up
•with the proper dressing, is a man af
ter my heart. 1 might possibly take a
lesson in painting china, but 1 doubt it;
still there is no shying to what base uses
we may come at last. However, I
would tumble over the bones of my
forefathers to learn something new in
the cooking line. Apropos of cooking
(learned people say apropos "to” cook
ing, but 1 like my way best) somebody
says that when a cook makes a mistake,
you should stand off in a very high and
mighty way and remark, "Of course,
Bridget, this is your business, and you
know your business much better than
1 do, consequently you realize that the
muttou was chippy to-night, but you
understand these things much better
than I and hereafter I expect to see it
served properly.”
ui m i lives.
Now. that is,all hokey-pokey non
sense—this talk about Bridget's vanity
being flattered and her determination
to make a success of it the next time.
Bridget hits probably lived in a shebeen
(a dugout); the chances are that she
didn't know what shoes were until she
camo to this country, and limited her
diet to bread and butter and tea, with
meat once a week. Appealing to her
vanitv in the cooking line is ridiculous.
What the mistress wants to 3ay is this:
“Br 'get, even the dogs wouldn’t eat
\ the mutton that you served to-night,
ana ”1 though you ought to know how to
‘ook. as 1 am paying you first class
v.~.ges. 1 will for once explain to you
ho* that meat ought to be treated, and
ther I shall expect you to do it proper
ty And a good housekeeper ought
to know how Personally, 1 have not
much belief in cook books. They have
a charming way of saying: lake a
quart of champagne, five Bermuda on
ions, a gallon of red peppers and a cup
of cream, toss them lightly, and an
airy dessert will result.” Why. one
that has a National reputation says
that if vou want mutton to be proper,
vou should allow twenty minutes boil
ing for each pound. Fancy the result.
I am inclined to pride myself on know
ing about meats, and if a small piece
; of r^utton stays in tho water rorty-flve
minutes after it begins to boil, then it
will be served in a fit way, and when
the knife Is stuck in it the blood *111
( spurt out. and the fat will be done to a
But to return to salads—which peo
ple who like good things to eat do every
dav—'the newest one is absolutely. a»
pretty- as a picture. On the daintiest
of platters is a fringe, of tender green
lettuce leaves, and then there is a red
pepper, a large pink tomato 'the kind
■they call beefsteak tomato—and an
apple. Of course, if you have many
people, you double or tripple the num
ber. The pepper is cut so that the top
I is like a lid. then it is carefully scraped
out and filled with the minced pepper,
minced chicken and minced celery,
' witn a mavonnaise carefully distributed
1 through i't all. After the filling the
! rover is put on again. The same treat
ment is given to the tomato, which is,
however filled with lettuce and tomato,
blended with a plain French dressing,
while the apple has for its filling tongue
paste well mixed with celery and may
onnaise. This is a salad fit not only
for a king, but for an artist in color a*
well as in food.
By the bye, where you are do they
sell Bermuda onions on the fruit
stands? That is the latest fad here,
and the gay men about town buy them
late at night and eat them exactly as
if they were apples, hoping to kill
nervousness and drive away insomania.
Whether they are imitating the Duke
of Edinburgh or not I am unable to
say. but he took onions, not for sleep
lessness. but to cure him of some skin
disease, which. I believe, they did.
It is a great thing to be catholic in
one’s appetite. And. by the bye. the
word catholic suggests to me that I
never knew a Catholic fond of egs? or
fish; they invariably have Protestant
The man who is described by
Southev. that gentle Mr. Dove, was
wise. Of him it was said. “He won.d
have eaten sausages for breakfast at
Norwich, Sally Ltirtns at Bath, sweet
butter In Cumberland, orange marma
lade at Edinburgh, finnan haddocks at
Aberdeen, and drunk punch with beef
steak to oblige the French if they in
sisted upon giving him their idea of a
dejeuner a 1’Anglaise. He would have
eaten squab pie in Devonshire and a
squab pie which is squabber than
. sauab in Cornwall; sheep's head with ,
the hair on in Scotland, and potatoes
roasted on the hearth in Ireland; frogs
with the French, pickled herring with
the Dutch, sourcrout with the Germans,
maccaroni with the Italians, aniseed
with the Spaniards, garlic with any
body; horse flesh with the Tartars, ass
flesh with the Persians; dogs with the
Northwestern American Indians; curry
with the Asiatic East Indians; birds’
nests with the Chinese; mutton roasted
with honey with the Turks, and turtle
and venison with the Lord Mayor; and
the turtle and venison he would have
preferred* to all the other dishes, be
cause his taste, though catholic, was
not ^discriminating.” Isn’t that fine?
But of this remarkable man it was also
said that, he “could carouse with Alex
ander; abstain with Romulus; eat with
the epicure, fast with the stoic, sleep
with Endymlon, watch with Chrysip
pus.” And this is the secret of hap
piness in life. The ability to be all
things to all men, and always to enjoy
one’s dinner.
little table d’hote here in New York
about which not very many people
know. Of the journalists who go there, |
there are many, but it has-always been \
understood that none of them will write
it up so accurately that the man of
fashion can recognize, seek out, and
ruin it as he did one other enjoyable
place. How?
By overtipping the servants, by pay
ing to have tables saved, and by giving
to the proprietor such au enormous
opinion of himself that he increased all
his prices and grow rich; though grad
ually the artists and the writers, whom
the swells came to see, drifted away,
as they did not propose to be exhibited
like monkeys on a stick. The ideal
place is quiet, the dinner i3 good and
the price is reasonable. Real foreign
wines can be gotten, but as much at
tention is paid to the artist who takes
vin ordinaire and who is a bit hard up
to-night, as to that other man who, a
Croesus to-night, is ordering cham
pagne. I hadn’t been there for a long
time, but I went the other night, only
to find the dining room had been en
larged, and that where I saw Rose a
year ago, Blanche was the queen to
day, although the proprietor was still
in the kitchen cooking the dinner.
A year ago there used to come there
■ a beautiful woman, and when I call a
i woman beautiful she is more than
j merely pretty. This one looked like a
I damask rose; her hair wa<?* black as
I ebony, her eyes were soft and brown,
; her skin was a clear olive with than
I pink coming through it which makes
au olive skin perfection. She was al
ways with a party of men, and they
would drink her health, and she would
laugh in that merry way that seras pe
culiar to a child. Always well dressed,
always looking happy, I was only one
among many women who concluded
that her life must be a joyous one.
When the dinner party would break up,
she used to go out with a handsome
; man who was an entire stranger to me.
' I heard who he was one day, and I also
heard that he was off on his yacht with
some gay men and pretty women. It
was evidently just after this cruise
when they all came in one night very
late. The beauty, who was called Fe
licite—and she was knowing felicity at
that time—looked younger than ever
in a yachting “get-up.” As I passed
the table on my way out she was being
laughed at. because the men were
SIN I Hh;,
j and she did not like the taste. She
| said she would rather have milk. That
was a year ago. As we went in to
night I saw a woman standing near the
door, but I never gave a thought to her.
I simply supposed she was somebody
waiting to join somebody else, or pos
sibly a beggar. During the evening, a
woman friend came up to speak to me,
and asked me if I knew who that was
outside the door. I said no. and she
told me that she had been asked as sho
came in if she knew whether a certain
gentleman was there. The name was
strange to her and she didn’t tell It to
As we went out, this slender figure
came toward me. She asked me if I
would toil her if Mr. Millionaire was
there, and then I recognized her. Worn,
thin and old-looking. Felicite had be
come Dolorosa. It was the old story.
To Felicite had come the hope of being
a mother, and that which she greeted
as a joy, Mr. Millionaire regarded as a
blunder, and he did not wish to bo
bothered. So he took his yacht and
sailed off to seek green fields and pas
tures new, and Felicite was taken care
of bv the good sisters. Now, she was
all alonp, because her baby had died.
One or two of the men who knew her
in the days of felicity had given her a
little money to keep her from starving,
but she had hoard the man she loved
was in town and sho thought possibly
he might be at the old resort. I begged
her to go home. 1 slipped a little
money into her hands, which she re
fused, pushing it back into my own.
S11P said sho would sit in tho paik and
look up at his apartments, which were
brilliantly lighted. I asked her to
come home with me, but sho was detei
mined to try and find her lover.
\11 night long I dreamed about her,
acid when I picked up the morning pap
er my blood curdled as I read this. Mr.
Millionaire gave a dinner to his intl
ma;e men friends at his apartment last
night and during the dinner, which was
like a feast of bucullus. he announced
his engagement to a Miss Blue Biood.
Miss Blue Blood is just eighteen, and
has not as yet made her debut. Mr.
Millionaire is well known aboa* t0™’
not only as a wealthy but very generous
and good fellow.
On the next, page it said: Policemen
MeGtnitr found on one of the benches in
the park this morning a young woman
whoS. at #r* ho U.o»** «• “><*!>•
but after attemptlns: «« her h
discovered that she was dead. In her
pocket was a bottle that had evidently
contained laudanum and a no.e that
-pad- “My dear Felicite: How can
;-ou over doubt me? My love for you
is one that will last until :he stars grow
old The nonsense of mere ordinary
people who Insist upon a formal mar
riage Is recognized as folly by people
Hke von a"d me. who know that love
sSlttM necessary. My darling, be
mine, as I will be yours. Forever.^
The bodv of this woman has been
,‘aken -to the morgue to await identifi
cation, but it is not probable that any- j
one will claim it, and she will be buried
by the city.
Poor Felicite! Happy Doloroeo! I
wonder what will happen to this man,
not, when the stars grow old, but to
continue his quotation, when the leaves
of the Judgment Book unfold? What
will be marked against his name? It
seyms to me that it will be something
dreadful—that It ought to be something
dreadful. And as there is a God who i-4
just, as well as merciful, I am sure he
will suffer as he made the girl suffer
aud die. This is just a story apropos
of the table d’ hole.
j ne orner mgai iutric
who was queen at one of the tables with,
nine men for her subjects. She was
not particularly young, she was not
particularly beautiful, but she had a
certain fascination,, that subtle fascin
ationation. which is indescribable.
. Sometimes she spoke French, some
times German, sometimes English. Her
wit was as bright as an electric light
in good order, and as quick as a »hor
oughbred ndt being pulled by Its jockey.
Sko seemed a queen in Bohemia, and
she is—well, it. is funny to know who
ethe is. All day long she is Mademoi
selle Prim, who gives lessons in French
to the children of the most sedate peo
ple of the city. But when dinner time
conies she forgets all about the children,
all about their stupidity, all about what
a bore is teaching, and becomes herself.
And she looks more like Yvette Guil
bjert than anybody I have ever seen,
for she has that queer trick of saying
what she oughtn’t to with the innocent
air of a child who knows no better. I
I was forced to wonder if she mighrn t j
overteach a girl of 16; still, it isn’t mini
or my .neighbor’s little ones who are
under her Instruction and so I didn’t
have to bother about it.
It is strange how little people know
of the men and women to whom they in
trust their children. They offer these
beautiful, white young souls to be put
under the guidance of somebody whose
only virtue in their eyes is that she was
recommended by Mrs. Four Millions, to
whoso daughters she gave a perfect
French accent. The books she may use
to teach this accent, or the phrases she
may employ, make9 no difference to
you. It is the accent you want, and
when you hear that your daughter is
devoted to her French books you are de
lighted. and you give an order to the
bcSt book shop so that Mademoiselle
eaa go: whatever she wants, and that
she might want a modern and very un
desirable novel doesn’t enter your head.
You have so much to think about.
There is “The Society for Teaching
: Crochet to the Cannibals,” and that
i other one “To Introduce Vegetable Food
1 Among the Man Eaters.’ These are
; such swell affairs, and as you are on
i the committees you must think about
i them, and you pay for your daughter to
he looked after. But money won’t buy
j the right kind cf training for your chil
! dren. It may purchase good teachers,
I but that teaching has got to be guided
j by mother-love else all the hours spent
' in study will amount to nothing.
These stories are not imaginary ones;
they are true, as true as that where pun
ishment is due it will be given, and that
eventually all will be righted, and the
weak wiil be strengthened, and the
strong made to see how weak they hav 1
j been.
A long time off? You don’t know.
It may be to-morrow, or ithe day after,
nobody knows, not even— BAB.
Ill IP
Ten Private Cars Will Carry Ten
House Parties
Away to Ten Country Homes— Eng
lish Harvest Home—A Memorable
Party Was the Blenheim Hallo
ween a Year Ajyo in the Wing
Kitchen—Amelie Rives’s Fortune
Teller-She was from the Swamps
and Foretold “Lucky in Fortune,
Unlucky in Love.
(Copyright, 1S95, by the Ryman Inter
view Syndicate.)
Ten special cars stand waiting on the
side tracks of the big railroad stations, |
ten great country houses are alive with
the steps of hurrying servants, ten par
ties of merry-makers are packing j
trunks and storing away armsful of
old finery. Next Thursday night, All
Hallow Even, there will be ten of the
largest English house parties ever
known in this country.
In England the Halloween house par
ty is an institution like our Thanks
giving. It Is planned from year to year, ;
and each celebration is more riotous
than the last. In this country it is less
than a generation since merry-making
at Hallow Even became an established
thing with the grown-up ones.
All ten of the house parties have pro
grammes prepared in advance for, tjie
celebration of Halloween. They board
the special ear, steam away to the coun
try, are met by coaches and are soon
within the country house. Here Hal
loween is visible the minute they enter
the front portals. A festcon of apples
green and red. hangs from portal to
portal. The portieres are ripe nuts
strung on cords, the niches are filled
with sheaves of corn and wheat, and at
night lamps from the Inside of hollow
ed out pumpkins tell that it is the sea
son of the fall bogie man.
Halloween is divided in its festivities.
In the early part of the evening come
the games and the old-time tricks, and
later come the dances and new fangled
plays. All. young and old. take part in
all. and this is the reason that the Hal- I
loween house party la the pleasantest
of the year.
A new cotillion for Halloween is
planned by a celebrated caterer, whose
business It is to invent cotillions and
conform his menu card to them. This j
dance has six figures, and each is a
Halloween figure. One has ripe cab- j
bages for favors, red, white and yellow
tinged. To each cabbage is tied a :
verse of sentiment, and. as the cabbages i
are grabbed through a paper screen by
the young women, the full mysticity of
fate is attached to the selection.
When the men choose their favors
they grab through another screen the
bunches of grass lettuce, water cress,
early cabbage and red beet tops. These,
too, convey an envelope with a senti
ment inside, carefully prepared accord
ing to the significance of tly? vegetable*
and so the merry ball is kept rolling.
The caterer for weeks before is busy
selecting small specimens of the vege
table and grass, and in the country the
gardener has them marked from early
iu the season.
In the English country houses the
older games are still played, though lit
tle later touches are given to them.
Depedene, the country house of Lady
Beresford, is filled up now with a merry
party of guests who are enjoying their
liist entertainment in this country
place. Depedene is to be sold by Lord
Frances Hope, the owner, and cut up
into building lot3. Lady Beresford sur
renders her long lease for over £1.000
consideration, but in the few weeks left
she will have one final country house
party that will leave the homo deep in
the memory of those who have enjoyed
her hospitality there, even though she
may have to hold her celebration be
fore Halloween.
Last year her Halloween favors cost
$12,000. There were only twenty of
them, but they were of solid gold set ;
with jewels. Onevery appropriate Hal
bw'een favor, given at Depednne, w-as
gentleman who made it a watch charm.
It w’as a tiny 'twist of apple peeling of
bright red gold with a lining of seed
worn here last summer by a young
pearls to imitate the pearly whiteness
of a ripe apple. The charm was not
over half an Inch long, and the spiral
so tiny that one had to finger lit to see |
the pearls shining in 't'he lining. A very i
small yellow gold w’alnut with a dia
mond tip was another of the favors,
and a chestnut of dull material,
cracked to show a golden nut liuide,
was another.
While this merry-making w\as going 1
all you love!” 'Was the fortuno read by
Swamp Mammj. This nemesis pur
sued tho long strand of red hair, the
pearly nail and Blender palm, all be
loved pets, all devo ioa to church and
all attempts at True love. In money
work and personal fate it showed no
Influence. One of Amelia Hives's
friends, remembering this, wrote to a
friend in the North about it, when tho
divorce was granted a few weeks ago:
I do not belie\<-, wrote the friend,
that the Incompatibility’ had any
thing except bat* in it—Halloween
fate. Both are perp'otion—but how
they did quarrel. Like the married
wretches of the comic opera, they might
suj Wed ha\e been perfectly happy,
if we hadn t been so perfectly miser
able.’ ”
Halloween suppers are hard things
to plan because the average stomach
does not relish pop-corn, cider, walnuts
and apples, except In story books, after
the age of sixteen is passed. Men and
women sit down admiringly to such a
supper and go away hungry. "Things
don’t taste as they used io!*’
A restauranteur who has an order
for a Halloween supper ai midnight
has small moulds like nuts for his ice®
and creams. These could n> t have cost
over 15 cents apiece and can be need
year after year. A dish of chocolato
ice creaun in the shape of brazil nut®
will be piled in tho center of the des-]
sert table. A dish of appl<-* will be
open at the top and filled with char
lotte russe and the “eider” will be a*
very delicate champagne punch. Sal
ads and a few hot dishes will have a
Halloween flavor by being served in'
dishes that look like hollowed out
pumpkins. Green salads arc cut up In
cabbages with the centres removed
and the cabbage leaves tied invisibly
in place.
No man in the world plv. fancy din
ners with the grace and ease of John
W. Mackey. Sr. He has .. • • | •
ent for dinner giving. At his recent
San Francisco dinner h-1 order .1 fa
vors to suit the WesyncrudcB of each
guest. Tho bric-s-brac hunter bad a
collection of small trifles tied with a
ribbon. The book-worm received a
tiny stack of books, the picture corn )ls
seur had a reversable landscape, which
on being turned ups^ down showed
an icy lake, with dull sky. The other
side up had an autumn field, with blue,
sky overhead—a work of art viewed'
either way. What could not Mr.
Mackey do as a Halloween host!
When the ten special enr® stoarq
on at Depedeno there was a quiet
house-party at Blenheim, the old castle
that has had its Halloween party since
the days of Queen Anne. At that
time, just a year ago now, Miss Consuelo
Vanderbilt, then seventeen, and net
quite a bud In society yot, was visiting
the old castle with her mother, at the
invitation of the mother of the Duke of
Marlborough. On the last night of Oc
tober there was a party in the obi kitch
en. Several young ladies of the Brit
ish nobility were visiting at Blenheim,
for the Duke has been entertaining on
a large scale the pn3t year; and on
Halloween all went ti the big kitchen,
which is in a ving of Blenheim, and is
only used with its giant range and
ir.rick oven when there is a feast in pro
All the old games were played, and
when it came to the apple-paring test,
that one infallible indication of tho
future, all watched breathlesly while
Miss Consuelo, whose sly glances Duke
ward had not passed unnoticed, twirled
the peling around her head and flung
it with her right hand backwards into
the air. Three times it circled round
cracking twice. Then it landed In a
double twist upon the floor, and its
reading, as seen by all present, was
unmistakably “M.”
“Marlborough!” exclaimed the young
ladies. But there are other names that
begin with M. and the little peeling did
not impress more than two people as
forcibly as it should. A few weeks later
Miss Consuelo and her mother left
Blenheim. But the incident of the “M”
wns never forgof.en, and to-day tho
charm of Halloween Is twice as strong
in English socity as it ever was be
Amelia Rivea Chanler’s house parties
have been known for years throughout
Albermarle county, Va. “Fortunate ;n
life, unfortunate in love.” was the read
ing of her line the Halloween before
her seemly happy marriage to John
Armstrong Chanler. At this home
party an old Southern soothsayer was
present, brought from the swamps to
>ead the fate, “in the palm of the hand,
one hair of the head, and a clipping of
the finger-nail of the little Anger of the
left hand-” . _ ,
“Lucky in all you have. Unlucky in
’ away to the ten country houses, carry
ing ten privileged house parties, you
may be sure there will be stowed away
in the luggage of the host and boat)
ten of the newest and oddest plans for
Halloween celebrations that have ever
been enjoyed in a country house at
bogie time.
1 Action of Three Western Cities in Re
gard to the Matter.
St. Paul, Kansas City and Chicago •
have all recently had occasion to dis
cuss -the question of whether it is wiso
to employ married women as school
teachers. The St. Paul School Board
voted to prohibit them from becoming
teachers; the Kansas City Board pro
hibited married women under 15 from
leaching, and only Chicago was • to
woman who had committed the indis
cretion of matrimony considered lit to
teach the young.
The Kansas City and St. Paul view of
the case is this: “School teaching is
like any other business. To pursue it
with successful and satisfactory results
the teacher must hold k as a primary
consideration and make other mar r■ r»
subordinate to her calling. It in scrare
ly possible for a woman with i family
to do this. She may have all of the
other qualifications of a first-clus*
teacher, but her thought and care aru
bound to bo divided, and it b» only
natural that her husband and her chil
dren—if she be a motfoer—should fie
the first object of her conf',rn.'’ Tli#
Chicago view, on. rhe contrary, is that
the majority of parents would prefer
to confide their children’s education to
the care of a married woman rather
than to the care of a spinster.
They sat in deep thought for half an
hour after the lunch. Finally one of
them could stand it no longer. So he
took a cigar from his pocket and light
ed it, with the remark, “Sorry I haven't
got another cigar.” “Just what I saoulu
have said to you in five minutes more,
replied the other, also taking oo^a ci
gar, “if you hadn’t got the C*“V"P "V'
—Boston Transcript.
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