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i'. ; f 1 .i i. 1 t 1 '" ': . - . A. : , - o t 1 C5"27 v.l nrA . VOL. 1. KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE, OCTOBER 28, 1899, NO. 1. -r-i -z' 77n vrrr 3 ARTICHOKES. K. A. BEAM. A sudden dark comes chilling from tbe West; 8talki fiercely by, black-browed Euroclydorii Clutching In maddened haste tbe frighted. wan, " Bad-paced, wind-blown, gray-gown-ed Mist. The startled elms, belated In their outworn7 Summer dress In terror, huddle close as cowering fleece, With heads bent low as mourning shattered peace And patient stand, dumb, shuddering In the stress. All gray, all dark, all overful of cloud whereon Hook Save where, wild artichokes on sturdy stems and bold, Hold pigmy suns ablaze with Summer's gold And make a little day In my warm window nook. Knoxville, Tenn. THE INVISIBLE LADY MILDRED. BY VIRGINIA ROSALIE COXE. ilSS BARTHELOW, pausing at tne top or the broad staircase, grasps the balustrade as she sways under the sweeping memory of some news she has heard this afternoon. She has been numbered among the fashionably bored guests who have lis tened to a wearisome chaos of sounds politely called "classical music," and partaken of stuffy salads and watery punches, after which they had pushed and crowded around their hostess to congratulate her upon the charming musicale she had given to her friends. and compliment her on the decorations which most -of the women had been crit icising during the most artistic feats of the virtuosi. Hut, while Miss Barthe' low had smiled, there was a tempest in her heart that was lashing itself into a maelstrom of fujy, growing blacker and mightier as the seconds flashed tumult ously by. Hal" an hour before, when unable to tolerate a terrible Rhapsodic Hongroise tnat was sandwiched in between a Con certo E minor and a Fifth Symphony in x, y, z, or something equally incompre' hensible, she had gone into Mrs. Man deville's little morning-room to escape the heat and noise, and there she had heard the news that had come with such crushing force upon her happy, sun-lit mind, me room adjoined Mr, Mande- ville's den and through the panels of lace-like wood carvings came the hum petit scandles were discussed between the sips of a Manhattan and the puffs of a Havana or a pipe. Miss Barthe low's thoughts were far away with her betrothed, who had lust returned from abroad, and her mind was in that state of exuberant blissfulness that is possible . only to a woman who lives in the para disical period elapsing between the be trothal and the wedding. She was ob livious of their conversation until the name of her fiance was mentioned loudly by one of them and, before she knew it, he uttered words that doomed her entire future, and cast all her hopes into a purgatorial abyss of despair. " By Jove," ejaculated one of them as he snapped a match and threw himself back in a chair: "Carter Merrill has a good thing coming over soon! I swear all the men will be crazy with envy! Do not say anything about it he is go ing to spring her as a grand surprise on everyone." "What do you mean?" drawled his companion as he mixed another life-ev-lasting. " 'Pon my word, you are a laggard at news! The Lady Mildred, of course! Thought all the fellows at the club knew! He is going to bring her over from England actually took her away from the English people just listen to his last letter! written from Liverpool before he sailed. I never heard such enthusiasm in my life!" She heard the soft rustle of thin for eign paper, and heard him knock the ashes out of his pipe preparatory to reading, but she was too paralyzed with amazement and apprehension to move before he continued: "Where the deuce is the place?. ...... ..... .Oh, here it is! writing's so confounded bad, can only read scraps: X lU JUOU UUUV W BCC UOli old fellow! I have lost my head and heart over her beauty, and when I bring her to America she will set you all wild. Such trim, dainty limbs you never saw anywhere, and she has the softest, finest skin I ever put my hands on. Swift as a Western cyclone, and iust the article to carry the town by storm. Of course, there were innumer able obstacles to surmount before 1 could get possession these English bulldogs do not easily give up their pets but such a superb creature is worth all the trouble and annoyance to which a fellow could be put. Cost me a devilish big pile, I can tell you, but the pleasure I shall nave in tne future will more than er er -I'll be hanged if I can tell what this is! Er 'I hope to have her follow me in a few weeks, and then you can see for yourself what old England can produce. I always thought that we had the best in America, but I've changed my mind since I came over this time. I shall rid myself of the er old one, just as soon as I arrive, but as the poor thing will grieve herself to death when she sees her successor. I wish some of you fellows would take her off my hands. Of course, everybody will be surprised, because I always swore by the old gin and vowed she was tne only something can't make it out he did not know now to spell it, for all the letters are jumbled into one 'but since I've seen this new bear ty, I've no use for the other now. By the way, her nam is Lady Mildred, but I call her Dolly ' for convenient brevity.' " ' Miss Barthelow buried her head in the conchoid of sofa-pillows, and pressed her hands tightly over her ears to avoid hearing more, while every drop of young blood leaped in riotous rebellion against the man who has dared write about her, is promised wife, in this reckless, ir reverent manner. Her father and brother are out of town and she has no one to appeal to, but wrath and an en raged dignity make her courageous, and she feels perfectly capable of meet ing the enemy herself. "Dolly!" The very name creates a fair-haired, pink tinted creature who is lovable, kissa- ble, squeezable, a woman who has every man at her feet, playing with those whom she does not want, teasing those she likes, ensnaring those she fancies, while jtll the while she loves only one, and that is 'Dolly!' ; Bidding her hostess a hasty adieu, she drives home in the pale light of the fading day, her hopes and her nappi ness dying also with the vanishing light, while the darkness that is spread ing it's shadows over the earth is in pa thetic harmony with the bitterness and sadness in her crucified heart. Summoniner her maid, she dismantles her room pf all the souvenirs of travel he had sent from abroad Florentine mosaics, Dresden vases, dainty Vene tian glass, and rich draperies of the Orient. "These are to be packed and sent early in the morning to Mr. Merrill's home," she says with a sob-threatened quiver in her voice. Her head throbs, her heart pulsates with anguish, and hea body trembles beneath the tornado of thoughts and emotions. When the chimes merrily carol the hour of nine, Mr. Merrill waits in the drawing-room for his fiance, no intima tion of coming trouble agitating the serenity of his mind. He strokes his moustache affectionately, pats conquer or, the dog, on his big furry back, and mentally debates whether Canada or California would be most desirable for a wedding journey when the happy day arrives. He bears the frou-frou of a woman's dress in the hall, inhales the faintest odor of Matsukita du Japon above the perfume of violets and roses that are throwing their fragrance in unrestrained confusion throughout the rooms he always despised perfumes after that sees the beloved face against the dark portiere, rushes forward to take the dear form in his arms, but is deterred by the foreboding expression on her face an expression that pro claims too plainly: "Do not dare to come near!" "I should have sent your ring and letters by messenger, Mr. Merrill, but I wanted to see yoa myself, to tell you what a miserable coward you are! Why were vou not brave enough, when you had tirea of meY'to telf me so and not let the information reach me through another, as it did, this afternoon! When you found, in England, a woman whom you loved better than the one whom you had asked to be your wife, you should have been a man, and acted like an honorable one! No, you were afraid! After wooing and winning another one whom you are bringing over surreptitiously you trust to your diplomatic powers for freedom and graceful extrication!" Her voice has the vehemence, flash and furor of a woman who has been caressing and nursing all the soul-stirring anger that her nature is capable of, and her eyes have lost their beauty in flames of pas sion that burn in uncontrollable fury within their gold-brown depths. "What in Heaven's name do you mean, Edithr" gasps Merrill, so bewii' dered and astounded by this unexpected crusade that the volley of words glance by without lancinating or piercing the victim. "Wait! hear me out! I heard, by accident, the letter you wrote to Ashton Lispenard from Liverpool, telling him about that woman who is following you over, and I heard the abuse heaped upon ME, your promised wife!" Here Miss Barthelow breaks down in sobs as the recollection of the tragical letter comes over her. "That woman! Abuse for you! I do not understand. Pray enlighten me by some explanation, for all this talk is incomprehensible! I never murmured a word against you in my life! I know of no woman who is coming over!" the man says helplessly, a vague fear flit ting across his mind that the woman before him is on the verge of a mental collapse, Miss Barthelow turns upon him again, scorn and contempt depicted in eyes and voice, hurling the words as they form upon her lips: " it is useless to deny it The woman whom you call Lady Mil dred Dolly! You see, I know all!" Carter Merrill gives vent to a hearty, happy laugh, catches the angry little figure in his arms and enthusiastically exclaims; "My darling, Lady Mildred is as fine a piece of horseflesh as old England ever produced, and a jet black wonder in the way of equine beauty, She is a famous racer that I am bring ing over for the Brooklyn Handicap, wanted the news kept quiet until she arrived, but, by Heaven, all New York shall know to-morrow who and what she is!" That the subject of education is re ceiving a fresh inpetus in Knox county, as elsewhere, was shown by tbe gratify' ing responce to the invitation extended bvthe Ossoli Circle on "Teachers Day. Almost every school in the district was represented by one or more teachers. The Tennessee Womans' Press Club holds Its first annual convention at Nashville December 6th and 7th, com' posed ot' experienced writers and prac tical newspaperwomen. This organiza tion promises to be both helpful and stimulating In the field of literature. The Nashville Press Women are ar ranging a delightful program for the entertainment of visiting members, while the elegant roomrof the Philhar monic Society have been tendered for the meetings. . A POET'S MESSAGE. HORTENSE BOOTH GILLESPIE. HERE lived a poet with a heart bursting with unsung joy.' She was happy with the trees and flowers, the birds and all the living, moving world about her. The very air she breathed was an untold delight to her, with its hint of half-forgotten scents. The hills, their beds of dainty .daisies; the wild, free gusts of wind, and sudden sweet rains; the valleys with their coy, hidden violets and laughing, bubbling springs,' all gave her exquisite joy, and the music in her heart caused it to leap and throb in the effort for expression. But the older poets, wiser than she, shook their heads and said, "Not yet.'1 At tne poet s sigh thev answered, "Thou canst not sing till thou hast tasted sorrow; it is useless." So she lived her happy life on, with unwritten poems speaking from her. eyes, andf every thought a gem. Then the Other One came, and they loved, and the poet knew no sorrow. The music of her soul sang sang, unre strained, but for the two alone. . ' ' "Surely how it is time?" she ques tioned the Wise Ones. But they shook their heads again. "Waste not thy strength and talents, O, Poet! thou canst not sing until sor- row hast touched thee." And she. yielded again, not sorrow fnllv. hilt, frent.lv. nnifitlv. , , - n j 1 -j Then one happy day the Little One came; ne nestled up to her heart and cooed at her surprise, and echoed the music within, her. A little ixiem, a love poem, he seemed to her; arfd at last the music would not be hushed, but burst forth gloriously, startling the listeners. But still again they stopped her, "Not yet, not yet," and once more the lovely, music was quieted. Then the Little One left her and the poet and the Other One clasped hands tenderly, silently, over their loss. "JNow, the time has come: pour forth the volume of song, more powerful, richer and truer from the long re' straint." , So they urged her. She shook her head sadly. The mel ody was gone from her forever. - Hers was the song of ioy, and sorrow had killed It. ' They, the wiseacres, wist not that there are poets of light, and poets of shadow, and they assured her that it would return. But it came not. too lonsr had it been pent up, and. the xaiw SJO. PSSJtSSm me music w iiii uiui wucu uc leiu. , The world received not her message, TBa M duff a -Towm. Lo. there was on a time a city of some half hundred thousand inhabitants, and the city was built up with many large houses, and the streets were paved with brick and with macadam, and it was situated in the heart of the hills, and was fair to look upon. And behold there was much black mud upon the streets paved with brick, and there was much white mud upon the streets whereon there was macadam, and the ladies of the town did sorely soil their skirts, and the men of the town did spoil patent-leather shoes upon the same. And there was in the city a large market-house, the pride of the people, and it was well built, of brick, a fair place for traffic in meats and in vegetables. And behold, carts and watrons lay thick about the market ann on the streets on either side, and in the front and at the back of the same, and people did eat of melons and of fruits of all kinds and did fill the streets with peelings and cores and rinds and other remnants that they cared not to eat, so that no small drove of swine might have been fattened from what could have been gathered from the street about these carts. And the odor of the same was dreadful- to the nostrils of the fas tidious, but, an they liked it not, could they not dwell elsewhere? And behold the city fathers met, and one said to another let us have a clean city, and the city lathers arose, and spat tobacco juice upon the floor, and wiped the same up with the toe of his boot and Go, to, let us frame an expecto rating ordinance, so that should any one spit upon our fair sidewalks the same shall be punished with a fine; and the city fathers rolled their quids in their cheeks and spat upon tne noor, ana saia, "It is well, we will do this thing, we will have a clean city." And behold it was noised abroad in the land that the city fathers had done this thing, and the papers boasted of the progress of the city and belauded these same city fathers, and said to sis ter cities, "see how clean we are." And behold one walked through the streets of the city day after day after the ordinance was passed, and saw to bacco mice in as large gobs as ever upon the sidewalks, and there was food for swine In the streets and the ma cadam was with mud as of yore, and there was no diminution of the black mud upon the brick. And the same hied him to his home, and sat and re- fleeted, and then he smiled, and then he laughed. And one came to him and said "why do you laugh?" And he an swered and said I laugh at the joke of the city fathers, and how keen a sense of humor they have, for behold they will let barrels of rubbish be heaped upon the streets in all directions, and take no pains to remove tne 'same, ana hide themselves successfully behind a theoretically clean sidewalk and laugh at their own ioke, and silly spit upon the sidewalk to show their own concep tion of the value of the ordinance they have passed. Much Interest is felt in the season of German Opera which will begin in Cin cinnatl some time in November. WOMAN'S MJHUMML i A committee annotated bv the executive (jommlttee of tlie"Knoxvllle Centennial Bu'.ld- iij5 Association gives 'iiie following accurate coimt nf thft InnnnltnTi. nrnirrAris nnd prnmiln- tlon of the Building. Eos. Echo. tThe women of Knoxville have lone elt the need of a place that was always ,'Vauable and was suitable for holding the meetings of the various organiza tions, philanthropic, literary and social, vnicn nave sprung up in the last few ears and have been such a large fac tor in the development of Knoxville's fOcial and literary life. Many sugges ting have been made and discussed, ttt abandoned as being impracticable , ,1 u , . 1, i. t . i : . 'wted.. " iWhen a business man of Knoxville proposed to the women that they bring bilck to Knoxville the Centennial Build ing which has represented us and our sources in Nashville at our State Cen tennial and resurrect it and make out f it a permanent abode for an exhibit tf counties'- resources and use it for any (fther purposes they might wish, it was received by many with misgiving, but ny others as the opportunity for the vomen to secure the lonar-wished-for building. When Ossoli Circle decided not to ake hold of the matter, the Woman's Executive Board of the Free Street Fair and Trade Carnival for 1897 called for a mass meeting of the women of Knoxvlle who were interested in the return and resurrection of this building to be held at the Chamber of Commerce Movember zl, 1897. Between twenty- tnve and thirty persons responded to the I .... n a . , .T ij run. au uiuiiiatiuu was ciicclcu un der the name of "The Knoxville Cen tennial Building Association." The following officers were elected: i Mrs. L. D. Tyson, President; Mrs, .Samuel McKinney, Vice-Prest; Mrs. fohn Williams, Secretary; Mrs. J. E. Bentiey, Treasurer a A charter was secured and a stock vompany organized. The work of rais ing funds and interesting the public I -.vas carried forward rapidly. Mr. Al bert Bauman was architect and Galyon & Selden contractors. The building went up with such rapidity that it was (completed in less than a year from the 'time of its inception, and now stands on )the historic grounds upon which the bid court house stood for so many years, t is a lasting tribute to dhe energy ,nd wisdom of the Centennial Commit ee, who had it erected in Nashville, as veil as a monument to the courage and atriotism of the women and their '-'.rds who mght -it back and have uildings of Knoxville. The lower floor used for a permanent exhibit ot Cnox county's resources and for other ubuc purposes. The upper hall and oof gardens are used for public and irivate entertainments, the meetings of he , various womans' clubs, lectures, oncerts, etc. The County Court, ap preciating the high purposes the wo- Inen had in view and the advantage heir building would be to the county ind city, allowed the building to be lilaced upon the old court house lot upon erms advantageous Doin 10 me oumy md to the Building Association. The marble pagoda which so handsomely fihows our marble resources, occupies one end of the building. The work of selling stock, giving en tertainments and devising means to raise money to meet running expenses and notes as they fell due, has been ar duous and taxing in the extreme. This has been done by the Executive Board and only those who have had part in it know what the burden has been. At a public meeting the stockholders i held Muroh 16th, 1899, it was suggested by our lawyer that in order that we might keep the stock in the hands of persons who would always be friendly not only to tho building but to the in terests of the promoters of the building at would be well to be careful of it's sale and in order to keep the controlling share in the hands of the women, he suggested that in the future in giving entertainments, to rent the building at the usual rates, after paying all ex penses connected with the entertain ment to invest the money in stock which would go to the liquidation of the debt. Up to this time no one but the direc tors have availed themselves of this uggestion but any stockholders and snv friend has the same privilege, During the summer months when the revenues from rents were very small the Board decided in order to meet run iiing expenses to open the building a few evenings In each week and serve re freshments. The roof gardens were cool and pleasant, the hall was delight ful! for dancing and one of the best or chestras in the city furnished the music. These evenings were always chaperon ed by two members of the Board and nothing unpleasant ever occured in the building. , It has been one of the unwritten laws governing the Board that they as a Board would never serve punch in any form in the building and this has been strickly adhered to, and of all the enter tainments given in the building, and there have been a great many, punch has only been served twice. On both occasions by the persons who rented the building the Board had nothing to do hvith it. The building has been rented a few times by ladies who wished to enter- lain their friends at cards. These enter- lalnmpnla have lwn excpedinirlv ele- fcant and pleasant. Mr. W.. J. Bryant Kas given a banquet and It was pro ounced one of the most elegant ever IrtvAn In KnnwillA. Acitv fnmniis for its plegant entertainments. The womans' ttmilding stands for the highest and pest culture, for advancement along an the lines moral, Intellectual and physical lhe Board who control it have made it fn the past and hope to make it for the uture a place where the best class of entertainments can oe given wnere he best class of young people and older people and by "best class" we do not mean simply the richest class but the best moral and intellectual class, can give and be given entertainments. Where a minister of the gospel if he wishes to do so can entertain his friends. Where all the womens' organizations can have a convenient meeting place. It is the only "womans' building" in the South and it is the earnest desire of the management to have it reflect honor upon the business ability and moral purpose of our women. The " Melancholy Days " by no means live up to their title. Iu crimson and gold of forest bravery, in deep blue of October skies, in dazzle of sunshine and glory of Nature wreathed in her most affluent smile, Indian Summer ushered in the beginning of a veritable holiday season in the social world. Wedding bells, as a rule, ring in a time of rejoicing, but never it seems, nas the tiod or Hymen ascended his throne in Knoxville amid such general merry making. And then the number of weddings is something altogether hopeful in view of the dismal fiat "mar riage a failure" and the query "is mar riage outgrowing its popularity?" And stui tney come. October will not hold a lone hand in the game of hearts. November is to be heralded by a pretty wedding in one of Knoxvuie s suDurban homes. And in view of this comes the much discussed question, "the Church versus the home wedding." There is much to be said on both sides, with the balance of favor leaning toward the latter when ye old iasnioneu ioik siton the jury of awards. An animated discussion of this point was in progress a few days since in a certain popular drawing-room. " We'd never have a chance to show our gowns after all our trouble and money," said a demure little maid with the shrinking manner of the violet 'born to blush unseen.' 'Everybody stands, at a home affair,'" she contin ued, " and then there's no aisle and no platform, or chancel, or organ or any thing. Ano such a crush, we all get mussed and scrouged up, and the truth is we don't count at all, except in Church." "We?" some one asked. "The brides maids," she answered. But there's no sort of doubt about the bride counting, despite the absence of accessories, and we like to see one as sert her own individuality i.n matters matrimonial, notwithstanding the maids' feelings and gowns. We await ber bridal, which, by no means the first of its kind in Knoxville, will be the pio neer ot the season H9-19UO. The presence of Lieutenant and Mrs. Valentine Nelson, of the U. 8. N. has given quite a decided impetus to Octo ber entertaining. A dinner tendered them by Mr. and Mrs. Richard Worth- mgton was a model of elegant hospi tality. The Worthingtons and Nelsons are tried old friends from the same Maryland city, Annapolis, and this oc casion was marked by a delightful in formality tnat banished any possible trace of stiffness. "En passant" does not the present style of entertaining tend rather to ward the formal? is not a trifle too much stress laid on the absolutely "cor rect thing?" ease and at the same time originality by no means incompatable are about the most charming quali ties a hostess can acquire. Mrs. Worthington is the fortunate possessor of many priceless heirlooms, antiques in silver and glass being con spicuous among these, and her table was chaste and rich in its appoint ments. The color scheme was white and green, flowers, candles, bonbons, the menu as far as possible and even electricity was shrouded by the tender green of smilax. Mr. and Mrs. Richard Austin also gave a beautiful dinner in honor of the Nelsons, on Friday, when pink was the predominant hue, carried out under lace centerpieces, in Bridesmaid roses, ribbons, ices, and sweets. Lieutenant and Mrs. Nelson, Mr. and Mrs. John Williams and Mr. and Mrs. Alex. Mc Millan were the guests who enjoyed this pleasant occasion. Again, on Saturday, they were guests of honor at a dinner given by Mr. and Mrs. John King Gillespie. Invited to meet them were Mrs. Mary Nelson, Mr. and Mrs. John Williams, Mr. and Mrs. C. E. McTeer, Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Shields, Mrs. Watkins, Mr. and Mrs. J. Erwin Borches, Mr. and Mrs. E. S. Mc Cliing, Mr. and Mrs. Samuel McKinney, Upon one never to be forgotten occa sion Mrs. Gillespie, then llortense Booth, enjoyed the grand Naval Re view at Fortress Monroe under the de lightful chaperonage of Lieutenant and Mrs. Nelson. Her dinner was dainty and served with exquisite taste, feath ers, white chrysanthemums and aspar agus pltimosa furnishing the keynote of decoration. It would seem that Cu pid had dictated the bridal hues for all functions, while he holds the reins. Rarely in the bridal history of Knox ville, or indeed of any other place, has so marvelous a display of gilts been possible as the superb array of souve nirs showered upon Mr. and Mrs. Fay VanDeventer. There was a gratifying variety, many of rare value from an ar tistic standpoint. hue almost invid ious to differentiate, the temptation to specify one, is over strong. Among the latest Mrs. vanDeventerg treas ures is a picture, "On the Cattle Trail," I think it is, that must make the most casual spectator pause to drink in its wonderful power. The loneliness, the utter stillness, all the pulsing si lence that hangs its pall about an Ari zona desert, makes itself felt with a real ism that is pain. The hotness, the at mosnheric effects, theskv and thenand tints, the1 bleaching skulls, emblems of desolation, of longing, as the starving straggler with one last effort dragged himself to a parched tuft of verdure, thereto drop, to suffer, to die it is a story, a tragedy told on a bitofcanvs. It is such art as this that educates, not alone the eye and taste, but the mind and heart. The Womans' Building has rarely ap peared in prettier guise than on Wed nesday night when Miss Elizabeth Ken nedy entertained with a cotillon in hon or of her guest Miss Cover, of Winches ter, Virginia. It was the unanimous verdict that no prettier cotilion was ever danced in Knoxville. Mr. F. H. McClung led, dancing with Miss Cover. By-the-way, Knoxville should have the opportunity to enjoy Miss Cover's music. Her talent both as musician and composer is pronounced, having had the advantage of cultivation across seas. Many comments were passed on the un usually attractive dancing gowns worn on this occasion. A white organdie which was simplicity itself, was yet full of crisp beauty with its pleatings out lined in deep rose satin ribbon, the skirt above the pleatings tucked in half inch tucks between which ran rows of wider pink ribbon. The waist and sleeves were similarly adorned. Another, also organdie was yellow, corn or lemon yel low, all little black edged frills with the waist low, outlined fichu, fashion with a scarf of yellow, the skirt disporting itself upon the floor in the approved Japan esque style. The afternoon of Thursday was marked by a reception tendered in compliment to Miss Annie Dee McClung and Miss Griselda Scott, of Lexington, Ky., by Mrs. A. P. Lockett. These young la dies, with the fair hostess, were charm ingly gowned, and new costumes were out in full force. Another black jetted net was noticeable, relieved by a single yellow velvet rosette, which struck an effective color note on the perfect fit ting bodice. A striking yellow turban in velvet and chiffon, with mink trim ming, completed this superb toilette. Grey proved the most popular tint among the costumes at this reception. A pretty girl wore a pretty tan silk, with lace aplique about the skirt, a turquoise silk waist, garnished in flat passementerie effects, with the tan sleeves tucked, giving a quaint effect altogether pleasing. Tucks, by the way, find themselves favorites in the dress world, used in unaccustomed places, and on once incongruous mate rials. But fashion adapts all things to her use. Old fashioned hospitality held sway on Tuesday night at the Lutz Home, Westwood. Mr. and Mrs. Lutz are ex- they do tJfca.ry essence of genuine hos pitality lit -ich says "welcome, here all is yours, to enjoy as you will." Entire ly without formality, a reception or "party" that good old word beloved of children and the past and passing gen eration, in this artistic home is a genu ine pleasure. The whole house is full of a restfull charm and hominess, but while enjoying the dainty supper in such attractive surroundings, I was re minded of my first peep into the model dining room. It was in the autumn, and I was bidden thers I found a scaf folding, perched on which sat the mis tress of the home and of the art which has served so well to enrich and perfect that home. I stood for a few moments watching the autumn leaves glow into visible splendor under the deft touch, and again on Tuesday I admire their unique frieze and fancied the value one must place on such visiule results of her own handiwork. Trees, leaves, berries, holly sprays, chrysanthemuns, everything breathing of nature's opu lence in autumn time, wreath the walls of this beautiful room. The scarlet satin damask cloth, baskets of green and purple grapes, vases of vivid salvia and white chrysanthemums accentuated the glow and richness of tint. OCTOBER. R. S. A., JR. So crisp and clear, October's here, With myriad brilliant eyes; No regal train can e'er attain Such glow as in it lies. No other air is half so fair, And pure, and clear, and sweet; No other light is half so bright For Eden half so meet. , The forests gleam bj bill aud stream, With ev'ry varied tint, And ev'ry breeze wafts from the trees Bright showers without stint. The wondrous light of strange twilight Plays o'er the western sky; The golden tinge rests like a fringe Around the clouds piled high. But brighter still the joys that fill The happy ev'ning hours The moments spent in sweet content With hearts that beat with ours. MOTHER AND MAMMY. This soulful bit of verse is by Mis9 Howard Weedon, of Huntsville, Ala. She verily seems to have dipped both pen and brush in her heart to write oi the "absent," to whose memory she dedicates her book, "Shadows on the Wall." The illustrations, embodying as they do, types of the old-time darkey, are by her facile brush, and are both graphic and tender. Among the ranks of shining saints, Disguised in heavenly splendor, Two mothers' faces wait for me, Familiar still, and tender. One face shines whiter than the dawn. And steadfast as a star ; None hut my mother's face could shin So bright and be so far I The other dark one leant from heaven, Brooding still to oalm me; Black as if ebon rest had found Its image In my mammy I i