Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1879-05-17

Night ~ Mics Mary Booths.
Indianapolis Journal New York Letter.
Miss Mary l.. Booth, the editor Of
Rarper's Bazar, you have heard of.
She wrote q history Of New York, and
translated Martins history of France
and other works before she was engaged
by this great publishing house, to which
her literary tact and judgment are invalu-
able, and for which they pay her -, 900
q year. She is a matronly-looking
woman, with no nonsense about her,
and the last woman in the world on
whom the gushing sentimental female
of the period can impose her crude and
worthless wares. In fact, the aforesaid
gushing female never tries the expert
ment but once. She fares better with
editors of the other sex. Miss Booth
lives with friends at the corner of Park
Avenue and Fifty-ninth Street, and
every Saturday evening receives her
friends in an informal way, treating
them to tea and the accompaniment
between 10 and IL. In her attractive
parlor you meet a score or two of
authors, journalists, artists, connois-
seurs, distinguished people and people
who appreciate good society and serve
as mirrors in which clever persons see
reflections Of themselves and each other.
They are clever takers, excellent man.
ners, ease, politeness without parade,
and genuine sociab,lity.
Joaquin Miller goes there, and looks
as meek as Moses when fished out of the
bulrushes, and rs abstracted AS though
incubating an epic in 40 cantos. He
begins TO talk, answers three or four
questions you don't ask, tells parts of
two or three stories that don't dovetail,
forgets who is and who he is talking 10,
and presently loses himself in descrip-
ton which is poetry and painting and
eioqHence inextricably blended, and you
lose your breath, your head begins to
swim, when, all At once, he stops and
looks scared and foolish, and as likely
as not runs off. Miller is study, II Gu
riosity, puzzle with the Chinese left
out OF it. Nobody knows what TO make
of him, and SO it is generally agreed
that he is genius. Junius Henri
Browne-his wife is sister of Mrs. Run
kle. who used to write capital articles
for the Trib;tne-is there, and of course
his wife, who is a good talker, is with
him. He has a fine head, an
intellectual face, with a great deal of
forehead imperfectly exposed. Browne
has been a good deal abroad, and
lets you know it. But he took his eyes
with him, and to some purpose. He
has written an acre or two of readable
articles for the magazines, and is now
one of the attaches of the Tunes. And
so is Noah Brooks, a tine-looking man
with large head, a face that any beg
gar and woman with a sto-y would
fasten to at once. He has q mild,
gentlemanly way with him, and talks
with exceeding yivacity and humor;
hence the artist will tell you what a
tremendous influence French painting
is having in American art, and now the
crude Munich school has logged the
elbow of our painters. There are more
colors in his pictures than in his con-
versation, but he interests and holds
you when you want to have tete a-tete
with Mrs. - - -, a finely de-
veloped lady, got up in the brunette
style of Grecian beauty, with clear
eye and strikingly intelligent face. She
is interested in every thing, and will talk
with you about the latest Corot or the
unlimited issue of silver, politics or
-" Pinafore," Miss Braddon's vixen or
Matthew Arnold's essays. She is one
Of the most deceiving and delightful
women in the city, with head as cool
rs her heart is warm.
Mrs. Louise Chandler Moulton-she |
sailed for Europe last SATURDAYS also
one of the visitors, and she has . new
poem in her head, which melts and diff |
fuses in sort of delicious melody in
her talk, and even her tones. She is an
woman, large, hand
some, an expressive face besming with
kindness and affection, and every inch