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KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE, OCTOBER 28, 1899,
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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.
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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
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'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
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