Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-04-12
Personal Etchings.
MRS. CARL SCHURZ.

can never forget the first time I
saw her, in her own parlors to receive
her guests one Senatorial Tuesday.
She was beautifully dressed, and l re-
member especially superb tea-rose
nestled in the lace Of her corsage.
Her cordial grace Of manner was very
remarkable, for with her spoken greet
ing she gave each guest such a glance
OF welcome and such warm clasp of
the hand that one loved her at once.
The parlors were not specially luxuri-
Gus In their appointments, only there
were flowers everywhere, filling the air
with the faint mingled fragrance
which is all the more delicious because
it is SO indefinite. There were books
and paintings and rare engravings, but
when we were looking at some partic.
ularly exquisite photographs she
placed before us a picture of her own
little Carl. Certainly it was a beauti
full picture of beautiful child, and I
remember how radiant she grew with
every bit of praise we offered. Coming
away [ expressed my delight to
friend. "Ah", said she, "you ought
to go there some evening when the SEN
ator is at home. He sits at his piano
IN rapture Of happiness, Mrs. Schurz
has little Carl on her knee; her daugh-
ter sings to her fathers accountant
ment, and the scene is the realization
of our best fancies of perfect home
life. "-Richmaond Wing Correspondence.
THE SENSATIONAL WITNESS
was that dainty and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
ing little woman, Mrs. Marsh, who has
at last obtained the notoriety for which
she has painted. She tripped into the
committee room as gay as a bird,
wearing a jaunty hat, fresh white
gloves, and a dress concerning which
one longed to inquire Gas did George
Ill. ebout the apple in the dump
ling) how she managed to get into it,
SO exquisitely did it fit her plump per-
son. Her manners were easy, and her
well-trained voice cheerful in it's tone,
but las was said of Kate Kearney),
from the glance of her eye shun
danger and fly,' for more snake
like, cold, calculating pair of eyes
never were seen at the Capitol Co1re-
spondence Chicago Tribune.
MRS cHRIsTIANCY.
We were told that Mrs. Christiancy
was at home, and were ushered into
dingy little parlor On the first floor,
where we were kindly received by an
old gentleman, who presented us in
these words: "My wife, Mrs. Chris
tiancy." She is pretty little dot of a
woman, and, upon my honor, looked
as pleased as he did Withal, it was
impossible to realize that she was his
To ho 1o1 L
senior, and, although a spry old man,
would be taken for no nearer relative
than grandfather. She is not yet out
of her teens, is petite but not slightly
built, being as dimpled and plump as
a baby. Her hair is auburn, and,
worn IN a simple braid hanging down
her back, added to her youthful ap-
pearance. She was dressed in plain
brown silk gown, cut very high in the
neck, and with long sleeves. She is
exceedingly fair, and the throat and
chin were nestled in the soft folds of
the rich, creamy lace now SO much
worn. A fall of the same kind of
lace partially concealed the short, fat
hands, upon which there were two
plain gold rings The modest dress did
not conceal the outline of a well
rounded arm and superb bust, and the
question in my mind was how long it
would be before she would appear in
society in the scanty costume which
here prevails to the envy of women and
the admiration Of men; for the old
mans darling has a beautiful figure
and face, and her complexion is per-
feet. 1t is pure and fresh in contrast
with black eyes and hair. Such clear,
brown eyes [ have not seen in many a
day, and they have an appealing ex-
preston which one cannot resist. A
dimple in the left cheek and another
in the chin complete the charm of the
face. The mouth is very pretty when
closed. 1t will be fairer to view when
care shall have given length to the
upper ip.-Corespondence.
LOTTA's HAIR
Do you remember Lotta's hair? 1t
is as red the most glorious; bright,
beautiful red not tinge of yellow in
tall red, red, cherry red. You get it
in Titian's paintings, this shade, rarely
see it on the flesh. Agnes Ethel is
roasse, but not red like this, for there is
much blonde in EthePs hair, but there
is no blonde in Lotta's, and still less any
brunette. Lotta's hair is almost as red
against her white forehead as your car
dinal ribbon is against your white silk
dress. It is shade for painters to rave
over. -Ohue Logan
Gail Hamilton on Character.
When the good ship Schiller was
: steered bv a faithlesS cantain uDOn the
fatal rocks and went down slowly in
her doom, group of six people sat in
the pavilion, holding each others