The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-10-08
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New YORK, Oct 8.
Those IsOquacIOus Ladies'.
refer to the ladies in East Twcnty-third
street. They have become more loquacous than
ever during the last few days. Mrs. Wilbour has
been reading an essay on 'The Ballot as a Part
of Womans Education" whereupon Mrs. Nor
ton, who burns to make herself notorious, pre-
sented resolutions calling upon all the women in
the State who favor equal suffrage to appoint
inspectors of elections open their polls, cast
their ballots and make their returns in the usual
form. A further feature in Mrs. Norton's
resolution was that if, after the women
had conformed to the requirements of the law,
the returns should be rejected, they should then
appeal to the Supreme Court. Mrs. Wilbour
greatly favored these sprightly resolutions,
although she is the last woman in the world
upon whom, judging from appearances, one
would dream of bestowing the epithet 'strong-
minded She is meek-loolIing and weak-lool-
ing, with gentle manners and the general ap-
pearance of an interesting invalid making
great effort for great occasion. How, with her
physique, she manages to transact her share of
the loQuacity, l am unable to comprehend. Mrs.
Stanton, however, who opposed the resolutions
with all the vigor of her inherent good sense,
aided by the eloquence of her noble presence, is
one OF those women who can conduct them
selves impressively in any situation From the
silver of her hair to the silver of her
voice, the gold of her spectacles to that
of her speeches, she is a dear, good,
sensible old lady, with one crotchet--woman's
suffrage-which is quite pardonable When
she ceases to be president, God help theWomau's
Suffrage Association! Meanwhile l pity the
fathers and brothers of these loquacious ladies.
! fancy l see them going around with pins sup
plying the place of shirt buttons, and with toe
less aud heel-less stockings. 1t may be that
these feminine pursuers of the right to vote do
sew all the tears at home before proceeding to
SOW their wild oats abroad. 1t as possible that
there are no masculine lamentations over frayed
bosoms and ripped inexpressibles. 1t is within
the reach of imagination that the Sorossite does
not wiring her husbands feshly bosom, and that
the washer-woman is permitted to punctually
wiring his linen one, that the cook is kept in her
place. and that the housemaid takes no liber-
ties-but these things are hardly likely, or the
ladies of the Sorosis and the Womans Suffrage
Association could scarcely find time for so much
unmitigated gab
The Murdered Chinese.
Yesterday afternoon, as | walked along Centre
street, opposite the Tombs, i saw three hearses
drawn up before tenement house there. They
were surrounded by large crowd, and con-
tanned the bodies of the three Chinese victims
who were lately murdered there. The sensation
being Legitimate one, and the number of vic
Tins larger than usual, the sympathy of the be-
holders was more ruffian-ike than upon com
mon occasion, and the help of the police was
called in.
Miss Bateman.
That Miss Kate Bateman has done pecunarily
well during her engagement at Booths
will be recognized when it is stated that
for her last weeks services she re-
ceived four thousand dollars. Her audiences
have been very large, and there has been no
falling Off in the appreciation that raised her
to such eminence years ago. Next Monday
evening week she is to appear in Mary Warner,
which it will be remembered was written eX-
pressly for her by Tom Taylor. Her engage
ment extends over some weeks yet, unless n
new arrangement is entered into. l, for one
think her acting has improved since her mar
riage. 1t is warmer. The colors are richer
and the tints more delicatcly shaded. Years
have brought not only the philosOphic mind,
but the loving heart. Perhaps it is inevitable
that Mrs. Crone the wife, should be a better
artistic than Miss Bateman, the maiden.
Ferry Boat Romance.
Near midnight on Wednesday evening, |
found myself on Fulton street, not very far from
the ferry when good looking girl Of twenty
swept hurricdly by me, with both hands raised
to her temples, and eXclaiming in an agonized
voice, "Don't, Charley Leave mel She was
rapidly pursued by young man of about her
own age, who was the very picture of gentle
manly runian, and who carried a velvet cloak
which evidently belonged to the young woman.
They swept by me down to the ferry, crowd
following them, and following the crowd. The
boat was just in, but the girl must
have made furious dash amongst the crowd, for
the next moment a splash was heard, loud
scream, and confused eXclamations of 'She's
thrown herself i'm" She had thrown herself in,
but by the time got there had been fshed out,
and conveyed into the ladies cabin, where she
sat shivefing--the centre of curious crowd.
The young man who had followed her was
leaning over her with an embarrassed air, evil
IDENTIFY endeavoring to console her, and cherish
ing one OF her cold hands in his. The other was
still raised to her temple, as though she suffered
pain there. In this plight the misguided young
couple reached New York, and whatever their
story might be. none of ii became known, for q
cab was called. "Charley' aud the interest
ing pseudo-suicide got in, and away they drove,
and the midnight sensation was over. Not
having seen this mention of too frequent New
York ferry romance in any OF the newspapers, |
thought myself at liberty to mention it here.
ALI BABA.
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