Saturday press. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1880-1885, 1883-10-13

..... OCTOBER q. rss,
LITER nv.


The Overland for October begins its prom.
ised story Of San Francisco rich society--A
Shepherd at Court. One thing is certain. The
writer, be It man or woman, has most mascu.
line pen. There are bits in the second chapter
OF the FIRST installmeni that remind one OF
1.-THE Newcomes.' The thew rich" Of San
Francisco were neyermore cruelty photographed
than in the following fragment Of description
never more cruelty, because never more nc.
cura,ey
They found a vacant niche, and, after bring
ING his charge a plate Of salad, Quincy stood
holding a glass Of champagne that she had
cafclcssly rejected and trying to defend her
from the assaults of lawlcs. raiders llr
glanced cunously around. II was not a new
panorama 10 him, but 1t impressed him more
forcbly just then because he had been so long
out u the world.
good many dowagers had secured seats
and established q sort u suffers camp in the
midst Of the fight, keeping half dozen young
ordcrlie. hard at work and commenting on the
various dishes with engaging lrankncss. From
the upper end Of the room the scene was
spirited, even II it lacked the "fairy.liko
splendor ascribcd to it by next mornings
papers. The clattcr Of the dishes, the popping
Of champagne corks, the clamor Of voices,
made a confusion Of tongues that would have
put Babel to shame. The black coats OF gen.
tlcmen and gentlemanly walters struggled
franiically amidst billowy cxpanse Of rainbow.
tinted dresses to attack the miniature for,rcsscs
and ngships Of boned turkey and ice-crcam
Evidently time was precious. An eager
young gentleman, bent on securing some
coveted dish for his bright particular star ran
his foot through the lace hOuncc Of one dress
and spilled a glass Of wine over another, re.
pairing the injury with careless "beg par.
don" Through an open doorway Quincy saw
in the punch room a bcvy Of sweet youths,
examining their pockets with cigars and reyiv.
ing their dropping spirits with something
stronger than champagne.
"Why are such creatures invited to respccta.
BILE houses p muttered Quincy, half to him.
self
because we have axes to grind" said a
scene isn't it2'
"Very," he answered dryly. al wonder
from what our modern system Of entertain.
ment was derived. A man pays four or FIVE
thousand dohars for the privilege Of lending
his house for one evening to a crowd of ill
hammered, ovcr.drcssed people, good third OF
whom he doesn't know. |, for one, should
never want TO occupy home after such a rab-
BILE had invaded it,"
"lll.mnnncred over-drcssed Do you
know that you are talking high treason
There promises to he much more Of kindred
''treason in the story. And San Francisco
rich society is doubtless already wincing under
the lash. Fortunately, all San Franciscan
society is not vulgarly rich. 1t is to be trusted
that very small portion Of Honolulu society
will even become So Lazy Letters from Low
Latitudes, by Charles Warren Stoddard is the
feature of the October number TO which most
Iionouan readers will soonest turn. They
are surcharged with the very atmos.
pherc Of the tropics, heavy with its languor
and brilliant with its bloom II more Of us
had the poetic insight into outward beauty
that Charley Stoddard so pre-eminently has,
and more time for its exercise, would it be bet.
ter OF worse for usp Doubtless most readers
will say better, though not a few Of those in
Honolulu will wish that, in the present in.
stance, our poets vision might have ranged
more freely beyond an horizon of cigarettes,
champagne and hulas.