Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-05-08

church who knew her as she was. To my
mind she was the loveliest pastors wife /
ever met, although never my pastors wife.
hope
EVERY WOMAN
Gives thought of sympathy just now for
one preachers wife in San Francisco.
Throughout all the Beecher trial l had
thought but for one sorely-tried person
Mrs. Beecher. If her husband was guilty
man, for her. oh how dreadful if he were
innocent, still, for her, oh how dreadful.
Whichever way the evidence turned there
was a sorrow and shame for her inno-
Gently to endure. And now the one
woman is to me Mrs. Kalloch. In her
husbands iourneyings she has been with
him a faithful accomplishing helpmate.
When he left Boston she went with him,
still sharing the taunt when his Kansas
record was closed and he came to San
Francisco, she was still by his side; and
here through new trouble and attempted
assassination, she is still the wife who
divides disgrace and suffering with him,
and no murmuring from her patient heart
reaches the world. Yet again Is she
called upon to cry unto the God who
isteneth to prayer, for 10! under
the dark shadow of his father the son
stands forth, and the child who lay upon
her breast is as a murderer sent to jail. II
there be another woman whose heart can
be so torn | do not know of her. What
ever the public decision of husband and
son, for her must still be the heavy thought
and the bitter tear. Passing the house
the other day, looked up at Its bay-win-
dow, thinking of the silent guard Of men
about it, and behold a sweet laughing
baby face lit the window for moment
like star, looking out with shining eyes
and baby smile ON its dewy mouth. In
stantly it was taken away again, but /
suppose that was young Kalloch's baby.
The younger Kalloch's first passionate was
at Sonora, and there he married Miss Min
ME Street, the Postmaster's daughter,
and the prettiest girl thereabout. This
baby was born in Sonora while he was
here, summoned by the news that his
father was shot and it doesn't seem, does
it, that the young Mrs. Kalloch's married
life can have begun very auspiciously? 1
noticed a young wife, in the very dew of
her happiness,
AT THE LoRING CLUB
The other night, and, somehow, by the
old-fashioned quaintness of her dress, she
brought to mind that picture in "Harper's
Magazine " for May [ had Just seen, en-
titled /" Perhaps she Sat here While she
Stoned her Raisins A great deal of
dress was there and the whole house seemed
a rustic of dry goods, but this one little
piece of dry goods just took me. She was
no bigger than minute and wore the
trimmest little waist and the primmest
little face you ever saw, with a dimple in
its chin and patch on its cheek. She had
on great drab beaver hat, its brim bent
all ways out of shape, and an enor-
nous shining green bird sat on tbs
right side and swept its plumage
over the crown. Her polOnaise was a
brown brocaded satin, with elbow sleeves
frilled with lace and met by long silk mitts.
1t was open in front from the waist and
displayed skirt of plain shiIred satin, the
pleating at the bottom partly of brocade.
But after all Mrs. Tippett was the feature
of the evening. She is not beautiful, but
Sic Is 81 SEIGI-t, 81 S4lllpACs So PhlC AOOfN-
ing, that she seems like the echo Of beauty.
She wore dress all of white, with no sug-
gestion of color about it, the front shirred,
the waist in plain basque with position
back. Long white gloves covered her
arms, and her hair, destitute of wave or
curl, was brushed straight away from her
temples. A magnificent basket OF flowers
was handed her. and as an encore she sang
a soft little German song, which might
have served as lullaby to her own baby.
AS | remember it, some years ago the frat
Mrs L. L. Baker and Mrs. DIR. Powers
gave an entertainment to their friends at
which a club known as the Comola
assisted, being composed of both ladies and
gentlemen. Clara Beutler, as she was then
called, made what might be called her first
real appearance then and was literally
DELUGED WITH FLOWERS,
The sweet-hearted little German girl that
she was. Mrs. Baker, one of San Fran
ciscos real ladies of charity, is since dead,
and Mrs. Powers is at the little Episcopal
Church in San Rafael. The Comola Club
afterwards sung 1.-The Crusaders" and
then Paradise and the Peri" the last
miserably, and so died away; and the
Loring Club is the next, and as it seems
more lasting aristocratic musical club. One
feels-or did feel, as it is not now quite so
exclusive as at tirst-quite nobby to be
there, but somehow ones own plain face
as seen in the glass is no palmer than
twenty others in the most heightened
assemblages, and so the feeling that
it's nobby" to be among any
particular set of people gets rubbed off by
and by. Mrs. Tippett has been engaged as
leading singer at Trinity, vice the soprano
who so long held sway there, and fears
were entertained lest her voice might not
FL it so completely, but it does to the
satisfaction of the most critical.
THE HARD WORK
She imposes upon herself through love of
her profession is telling upon her slightly,
however, and the outlines of her face are
trihe sharper than they were year ago.
Mrs. Mariner, we still delight to call her
so for old times sake, is loved by us as OF
old, though heard less often. l go some
times to the Unitarian church just to hear
her sing, and never fail to feel how sweet
the song is that goes up to heaven then.
But miss the tenor that died from that
choir with 10 Mcguire tenor that
was strung among the chords OF
melody with such family VI
brant sweetness about it sometimes
that it was like an indrawn breath from
some other where. l heard some of the
sweetest singing the otherday ever heard
from school children 1t was not the great
holloa and shout that usually goes up to
threaten the plastering Of the school-room,
but gently swelling song as sweet as the
placid murmur and plash Of a quiet river.
The children, all girls, were directed by
Miss Marie Withram, one of the lady
music teachers of the schools here. Now
and then | hear about me connection of
voices about what women shall or shall
not be allowed to do, but don't see as it
all makes any difference, for when they
have inclination and proper preparation for
any occupation or position l see that
women everywhere find stepping-stones to-
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