The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1869-10-29
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New York correspondence Cincinnati Gazette.
Alice and Phoebe Cary have begun the
Sunday evening receptions that every winter
render % attractive their little house in one
of our pleasan.est streets. 1t is = small nest
Of place, just large enosxh fos Ne two
gracious n,aidcps who have chosen 10 ahjurc
tho constant companionship of the superior
SEX. II possesses one feature rather unusual
in New York hOuscs-it has hall running
through tho centre, on one side Of which 10
tho drawing roon,, and on the other the Ii.
brary Both rooms are ss cosy IS they can
bc, wearing an aiY of gentle refinement and
unobtrusivc culture. Everything is 50 taste
fully disposed that upon entering it is only
the tout ensemJle that is perceived. No
glaring picture rushcs at you from the wall.
No dowcry sofa confuscs tho vision with An
absurd mixture Of color. SOft-toned dra.
pcrics aud skillfully grouped artistic trif'es
at once melt tho visitor with delightful
sympathetic rapport. A peculiarly striking
object is an exquisite mosaic table, imported
from Germany. and presented TO the sisters
by an apprcc;ativc friend.
Their more favoritc visitors ore invited to
come to tea, at which banquet, Miss PhGbc's
sparkling humor almost makes her friends
forget the more material feast before them.
Mr.. Grccley's smiablc countenance often
bcamcth above their table at these Sunday
evening teas. For many years he has been
. devoted friend to the sisters. During the
evening the HteraG of the city assemble,
dropping in ono by one in an informal way
that Is very charming. At the last reception
Oliver Johnson's gray locks and strong face
was visible in corner. their owner discours.
ing amisbly to knot of attentive listeners.
Under the gnslieht sat Miss Phoebe, plump,
laughing eyed, piquant She wears oil sorts
Of willing cut bonnets and sashes and brace.
lets and beads. perfectly in accordance with
her chcery style. There's nothing Of the
proverbisl old maid about her-not q bit of
it. Conversing with htr is Lord Adare. sou
Of tho Earl of Dunraven, who IN just now
travelling here with his wife, He has
slight figure, an intellectual face, and . long
iawny moustachc. Lady Adare is Scotch,
and consequently bright-eyed and bonny.
She looks rather amused ~ Mise PheOe en-
ergeticslly remarks that she wishes some
other than Booth might become the high
priest of the drama In America. At one side,
Susan y. Anthony, in the inevitable scarlet
Grape shawl and spectacles. relates her rc,nt
experience in Cincinnati to sympathetic
hearer. SusanS nose takes % upward turn
and her eyes snap - abe goes into detail.
About The room roams the philosopher Of
the Tribune radiating smiles and common
sense until he grows tired and takes his leave
In his own characteristic manner-that 10,
he wanders vaguely away without saying
goodbye to anybody. The conversation
very often turns upon spiTitualistic matters,
the sisters being devoted to Spiritualists Of
the higher type. While Mis- CaEys accom-.
plished nieoes were here, music was one Of
The attractions of these gatherings. but they
have long since borne Ill but its remembrance
70 happy homes Of their own. Throughout
this nest breathes The mnst exquisite calture,
the sweetest purity, aud beautiful picture
y the lives Of the two singing birds wtthia.
The iirst chapter Of Western novel ~
the following: An Of sudden The fair XIII
continued 70 cit on The sand, gaziss upon
the briny deep, on whoas hssving bosom
the tell ships went nerrily by, frstghied-
ah! who can tell with how much joy and
sorrow, and r,i1s humber and emaSrantA aad
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