The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-10-27


ions and the Fair Sex.
BATON ROUGE, La, Oct 90 1883.
DEAR CHEF:
AS all the country will rise up and say
"We have had rain," am 10th to be the
only laggard, SO I too will proclaim the
Fact to the world, though the world is cog
| infant of it. It has rained and is raining
at present. Shall I tell You that leaden
skies and the patter of raindrops are re-
freshing after the long drouth? While it
has demolished tho dust from Of our high
ways, the rain has also caused q fresh,
green slip to spring up in the parched waste
of memory, and as the plant grew, found
that my assorted embroidering silks be-
came one confused mass, and the pattern [
was working only meaningless array of
lines which my faithless vision could ar
range in no definite form. was thinking
of other things, and knowing the folly of
trying to work with divided mind, ex-
changed my needle for @ pen. Not alone
that my thoughts wander to you, but also,
as have said, because wanted to join in
the cry cit rains!"
Not fitful, tantalizings shower. No, hut
a steady, heavy rain, suohas we have been
taught was the chief characteristic of the
food. But must now bid fond au reuoir
to the weather, SO as to tell you about the
movements generally of our city and peo-
pie. The motion of the former is brisk,
owing to the Mississippi Valley railroad,
which is a thing of life and has infused
some of its vitality into our "hamlet on
the hill.' OF the people, progress is less
rapid, speaking literally. There seems to
be chronic objection to motion of any
sort, If one may judge from the tenacious
way that some folks cling to certain street
corners and Office steps. This is attributed
| to that fatal mania Politics 1t was bad
enough when only the spring election was
| in contemplation, bat now, since death hos
carried off our generous, kind hearted
Mayor, the attention of our politicians is
centered on the election of his successor. I
don't think have made you grasp an idea
how much, how far, Or to what extent po-
litical affairs are booming about here, bnt
word to the wise is sufficient, and so
shall not enter into details, particularly
since q rhyme has popped into my mind
which runs thus:
And whether you write OF rural affairs
Or matters aid things in town,
just take word of friendly advice
Boil it down.
AS for the young folks, oil is serene. We
are to be surfeited with military joys. Tho
Brunot Rifles are handsomely uniformed in
grey, very similar to the Cadets. The Gov
ernor's Guards is another company organ
lied IN our mtdsC. Think OF the years tfzat
have passed YEARLY, months which hung
heavily on our hands because we had no
military companies. True, there we're the
Cadets, who are yet like thing of beauty,
a JOY forever, but they come from alI over
the State and we can not claim them as our
very own in that rapt estate way that we
can our new companies, which have been
born and reared in our town. Besides this
new military feature, We have our Young
Mems Literary and Social Club, which hes
done more TO renovate and rejuvenate So
c;ety than any organization we have ever
had. 1t is as much appreciated and has the
same effect on the young folks as the rail
road has on old folks and property hold |
ers. This club contemplates giving an
entertainment at an early date, for the ben
eft Of the Confederate Memorial Associa- |
ton. We have had several evidences of their |
nature in the elegant receptions they have |
effort.
The schools are all open, and at 8 o'clock |
every afternoon our streets are filed with |
children, carrying books under their arms, |
CHEEKY, happy lot in spite of their little
minds being weary with the long hours Of
study. They have scarcely disappeared, |
leaving the sidewalks dreary with the ab- /
sence of their chatter and smiling faces, /
than children of an older growth make !
their appearance for the usual evening
promenade.
Dainty, tasteful toilettes are made for
this occasion, and why not? It is the main
terers. This is like the glorious sunset, to
the otherwise dull day, so our young gentle
men think. They have only to step from
their places of business, end all /
cares and anxieties fee before the visions
of loveline5s-the fair faces of our bellies |
This rosebud garden of girls is never marred |
by the sterneT beauty Or grandeur of q
sturdy oak. Very, very rarely two or three
OF the masculine species, or shrubs, may be
seen lowering in the distance, forming a |
background, as it were, but they never get
particularly sociable. Perhaps it is more
fun to promenade in stately, solitary mag
but I've never discovered the Joys
pertaining thereto.
Speaking of the fair ones at this season
suggests fall styles, but as this is not an
ultra fashionable place, I'll not give You a
sample of ours, except to say the jersey
mania has struck our town with wild effect.
No family circle is complete unless one of
its members possess 2 jersey. A friend in
New York writes me that the latest craze in
nat trimmings are 5thUea EttfeIL', and says
" there is love bonnet at O'Neil'a that has
two kittens on it, playing hide and seek
under large plume" Verify, verify, what
wild caprices will Dame Fashion indulge in
next. I feel q thrill of compassion for the
feline race, while my black kitten is rub
bing herself affectionately against my dress,
as if il gratitude for the thought. But she
would look well stuffed on hat, for she is
a handsome kitten; but what am nedita
ting? There is treason in the very thought.