Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1881-03-10
OUR LETTER FROM BOSTON
LONDON WEAPRER-THE DISMAL
REIGN OF 81 USH AND Foo.
An Evening With a Fortune Teller
How ssRobin" and Her Friends
Deceived a Prophet and seerest-
The Magazines.

Special Correspondence of State Journal.
BosToN, March 2.-Three days Of
regular London fog have taken Boston out
OF February and into March. Miserable
dull, leaden skies overhead more
miserable damp, aguish atmosphere
round about, most miserable wet, sloshy
walking under foot, have given us all a
fit of the very bluest kind of blues, and
we aren't happy. Life is not worth the
living in such weather. The half of us
are sick, and the other half might as well
he. The doctors are the only class of
our inhabitants who can see any silver
lining to the cloud that envelopes the
city like pail. When it doesn't rain it
SHOWS. Just at this minute il SHOWS fine,
cutting, blowing particles, each like a
tiny icicle. Waterproofs and umbrellas
are the only articles of clothing that are
of any consequence and everybody is
nicely out of temper. Nobody cares
whether school keeps or not.
Did you ever become so thoroughly de-
pressed and "out-of-sorts, by an unset
tied state alike of weather and mind, as
to feel an irresistible desire to do some
thing little bit Notwithstanding out
of the ordinary?
Three of us sat in cosy little parlor
early last evening discussing this engross-
ing topic and trying to think what there
was that one could do in Boston-cultured
Boston-by which to give ourselves
little shock that would shake ourselves
back into our own proper we'll behaved
selves. But really this didn't seem an
easy thing to discover. The gentleman
of our trio made no propositions at all on
the subject. Whether from lack of knowl-
edge of any possible dreadful thing that
might be done in Boston, or from other
causes, cannot say. He just kept quiet,
laughed at the proposals made by us two
of the other sex,opposed nothing and was
ready to help us out in anything.
The theatres were frowned down con-
temptuously, as too commonplace, though
the suggestion was made
eve might so to the Boylston-that's
an awful place, isn't it ~
''Guess s0-dOn't know-haven been
there" sagely replied he, probably with
a mental eye to future circumstances
should he acknowledge any familiarity
with such place.
81 wrote a gorgeous puff for the place
every week during the year that | did
the dramatic work for one of our Boston
papers, but never saw the inside of the
walls" answered the journalist of our
party.
"There's dreadfully prominent public
staircase that we should have to 90 up,
even if We took private box" was the
next remark.
''And isn't it rather disreputable to
take private box in such place ~
''lf anybody should see us there, we
could never get overit, and it would be Just
like some OF the college boys to be there.
"Oh--it won't do--We can't go there"
'We might go out and have some lager
beer
"That wouldn't be any fun-besides
don't you know you've sworn off from
larger beer.
"That's a fact We might go to some
cheap dance somewhere, and see how they
act, and then l could write them up. It
would give me material for letter.
''They don't act particularly differently
from other people, ''interposed our mascu-
line friend, - at least, not in any place
that you could go to.
"Oh dear; what can we dor Let's &c
to spiritual seance ="
Good A naturalization Where
the newspaper
The papers Were searched. but not q
show of the kind was advertised foi
Tuesday evening.
well, let's go and have our fortunes
told. Here's prophetic seeress, what
ever that may be. %
"All right; come on. Perhaps We may
get some fun out of her."
Out into the drizzling. dripping. fog
through which the street lamps tried il
vain to glinmer over our rubbarS in tht
slush and mud of the crossings clinging
close under a big umbrella the two 0
us giggling rather idiotically over ou
ridiculous exploit, and the third of u
muttering something that sounded lik,
"blasted nonsense we wendell our way
through various unfamiliar streets, il
search of the prophetic seeress.
Let's play that you two are married
and I'll be your sister, and see if shell
tumble to it ~
"All right; here's the place Now
you must do the talking, and say You
wife wants her fortune told thus 4
our escort, -...
Nonsense it isn't any Of my funeral
I'm only in this scrape to keep you girl
out of danger. You must do your owl
talking This house doesn't look Yer
respectable. e.=.-..- r..
Never mind, We won't back out. and
il necessary, We can scare her to dealt
by saying we are reporters OF privat
detectives. But you must do the talk
ing" whereupon pulled the bell
A man came to the door who looked a
if he ought to have striped clothes on