Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-02-21

in the United States, aren't we?) Mardi-
Gras, genial wind-up. a carnival, discreet
revelry. was given by the young men of Com
pany G, a militia composed of "family" and
masculine style Sad to tell, the California
Theater-the theater of the Pacific coast
has succumbed to hard times and is no longer
regularly given to the drama, its once famed
stock company is scattered to the winds, and
wandering stars shine in majesty upon other
boards. But now and then over its stage
where tragedy walled and comedy winked,
over its orchestra where the Bohemian Girl
and LAfricaine and the Little Duke danced
upon string and flute, over the parquet de-
voted to gray hairs and bald heads, stretches
a floor waxed for the light fantastic The
seats beyond may then have full view of the
participants and yet be out of reach OF swing
ing trains and coat skirts, and thus at
THE MARDI- GRAs
Was it all arranged. Given by invitation,
no tickets were obtainable for money, but for
love two were squeezed cut to u.s. ''What
said we, trembling, ''we not to have tickets,
when to stay at home argues us possessed of
no full dress, no position, no style? Perish
the idea of no tickets - And we had tick
cts. An awning and roadway of carpet led
into the vestibule and under the canopy and
over the carpet walked full dress, first fami-
lies, and we. Within, the auditorium was a
scene. There was a sparkle OF diamonds, a
sheen of silks, dull glow of velvets, SILVER
and shake of smiles, glance of fans, a Wis
ion of lorgnettes, merry light of eyes and a
mysterious suggestion of bon ton. Intox-
icated by our vicinity, for moment we two
outcasts who had no business to be so near
wealth and ton, save that we were respecta-
L :
mental dazzle and simmer we could not
have told if We We're Mr.. and Mrs. Bonanza,
Mob Hill and his daughter, Hon. Banker,
ESQ.,, and family, Sir Comstock Dividend
and attachments, or Just the plain, every
day two folks we were-K. II. and escort.
There were the Townes, the Tevises, the Tai
bots, the Crockers, the McAullins, the Bar
roilhets, the Higgins, the Barrons, the Bur
lings, the Blandings the Sweetapples, the
McDOugalls, the Gwins the Floods, the De
Guignes, the Fairs, the Frys-and we were
there too Odd masquerades were adopted
by the members of the company, and the
queen of carnival was chosen by chance,
bangles being drawn from symbolic rose,
the lady whose hand brought forth the golden
band from the silver ones being crowned
queen. But that night is over and gone, and
long ago we all went home in the street. cars
no, l mean III our private carriages, stamped
with coats, of-arms, and all that-and got TO
OF the Nevada Bank, is most abused of Cali
fornia girls. | scarce take up paper nova
days but it contains some reference to her
SUPPOSED ENGAGEMENT
With young Grant. 1t was limited about
while he was here that he wanted her for her
money, and she wanted him for his name and
third term, and it was even published in
print that some one had boldly asked the gen.
tleman how he liked the new Flood mansion
at Menlo Park as far as yet built. What a
misfortune to Miss Flood. If she isn't to marry
him, how unpleasant to know thatyoung Grant
knows the rumors, and if she is to marry
him, what shame that the public must take
upon itself to do her counting and lay her
plans for her. From the great deal l have
heard and the little have seen of both,
should say, were the engagement really in
existence, that his will be the best of the
bargain. She is plain but pleasant-faced
girl of perhaps 20, with good common sense
and unlimited means of enjoyment, and good
offers probably at her command, while he is
homely, has done nothing to give himself
any position, and will be poor unless by the
good nature and generosity of her father he
it. As long as U. S. Grant, ST., lives the
family will have a place. but when he is dead
and put away. the world viii put away his
family, too. | can't bear to hear gossip credit
Miss Flood with throwing herself at this
young fellows head, when, ten to one, his
head is completely turned and he'd give his
ears to marry her. Please thank ''Sybil y
for the pleasant words she wrote of me.
am happy to be remembered by the people
who knew ME so long ago. She is wrong
when she thinks maybe | do not care for the
opinion of A country girl, for that is just the
girl | write my letters for and whose good
opinion l want to have. People who live in
the city can see and know for themselves,
and they don't want my little letters, bat
THE WOMEN WHO ARE AWAY OFF
By themselves I think may be glad of them.
Tell "Sybil" also that there is not a sunny
day when the thought of her pine trees and
the streets, and makes me lonesome for them.
Somehow L always think of the high country
as making music-a music too grand and
sweet for any ears but, oh if were just
there ON that bright day waiting for me next
week, could [ not catch one breath, one sigh
ing chord, one hushed note of the anthem
every object in nature has voice in There
are the stars. Itink of them singing to-
gether, and trembling aud shining as they
sing. And the silent trees, lifting up a
chant and the flowers, with murmur float
ing in the air, like their own wild perfume
and the streams. swaying in rhythm down
the mountains sides; and the mountains
themselves Ginning and booming together
like great and deep-toned bells that everlast-
ing song, old as the hills and older, for it was
made of God. Then De Quincy gives me
the words that put finish to it all And
the sunset rolling down in grand chorus. y
How is it that all these years [ never knew
De Quincey's mighty pen save as l grasped it
through the Opium Eater" Digging about
on the shelves of an auction store the other
day. discovered him and dragged him into
my dim understanding. since which time |
have bounced upon him morning, noon and
night g Kate, the Spanish Nun, Dream, y
g Fugue," g. Joan of Are" Daughter of
Lebanon" ''Vision of Sudden Death, y
" Easedale Romance why, a new path is
opened unto me, and for week have ] de-
lighted to walk therein. KATE HEATH.