St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-08-01

prospect pl6aSeS anu even man Is not
wholly vile. That is not all of them. APP
propoS of nothing the trees out here (the
few that have been planted) are the fun
NEST sights l ever witnessed. They are
about a foot high, sans even one leaf and
guarded by the most immense tree boxes
and look so meek surrounded by all this
wood work that when 1 passed them
never look their way for fear of hurting
their feelings. Nan has pony and cart,
so we drive to our hearts content, and there
is one virtue in even living sixty miles from
the railroad. Our pony does not very often
get frightened at the cars. My letters re-
tail no gayety, do they? But am getting
so well that 1 am quite blase on the subject
of society this summer. / have gained five
pounds. and expect by the next time you
see me l will be fair. fat and "a.
There is quite little settlement. as they
call it here, and we do all sorts of things to
make the evenings pass. We have little
VERY little) progressive euchre parties.
We progress from the kitchen table to the
bed, and from the bed to the bureau. / am
almost as bad as Mrs. Custer, who played
in camp life for twelve years and at the end
of that time trumped her partners ace and
was dismissed with much ceremony from
the club. But as ladies are above
par here they don't go quite so far with
me, but show my disgrace by playing at
the kitchen table all the evening, and sadly
and meekly walk off with the BOBBY prize.
If 1 tell you anything more you will think
it all bravado, but not so. Nan and Phil
live in little pine house. we would call
them in the East huts, and think our laun-
dress very much out of style il she lived in
one. This house has three rooms, and
is really regal for these parts.
The front room is Mans. 1t is
not even plastered, just the pine boards.
Nan has hung up pale blue cretonne with a
box pleating at the top for frieze. The
floor is painted pale blue, and literally COW
cred with skins. The furniture is pine
painted pale blue, and white Swiss curtains
at the windows. Then she has any number
of pretty little things around. My room is
almost copy of Mans, only the hangings
are pink cretonne and the floor painted
black. One thing 1 consider a work
of art, and that is a box
sofa Phil made for my room. Closets are
luxury unknown here, so he got an i'm
mense packing box. fastened the cover on
with hinges covered the entire thing with
pink cretCnne. l have only to lift up the
cover and 10! all my dresses are packed
away full length. l close it. and presto,
there is couch so comfortable that even
luXury-lovng Lillian Russell would not
disdain. The next room is a dinang-roo
where we kitch, and a kitchen, where
we dine. Again up goes your pa
trician nose All right. dear We are used
to it and rather prefer it. And now for the
closing item of our discomfOrts, and that is
the wash women, or rather as they style
themselves wash ladies" There are no
women in Dakota; they are all ladies. We
have almost to get down on Onr knees and
beg in piteOus tones to have them do our
washing. Their answer is invariably 1--WE
do not have to work" until I almost break
through my rules and yearn for the East
and the land of poverty. When at last
they condescend to take our clothes the
price is fixed by the piece, not the dozen.
The charges are from Is to 25 cents a piece
for plain clothes; fancy clothes they will
take at no price. Such a thing as really
poor person does not abound in this terri
tory. If you would believe what they tell
you. they all lived in marble halls and ate
Off of gold dishes in the states. Well, to
leap from wash women to the moon land
for your sake wish there was man in
it), yes, the same moon shines on me that
shines on you. [ never saw such glorious
moonlight nights in all my life. The twi
light lasts till almost 10 o'clock and the
peculiar light reminds me of the two weeks
we spent in Norway, only we don't have
the glittering marble streets and pave
ments But perhaps that is to come.
Havn't l almost killed you with
this letter. Tell me all about
Mr.. Danforth and yourself. Keep me
posted about the fatal day so 1 may be
home in time to order my bridesmaids
dress. My pulse is stronger and so is my
love for you. Don't forget me IN the
midst of all your gayeties. My love to all
the girls. AS am stranded from all the
eligible men, may as well begin now as
any time to subscribe myself your humble
servant, OLD MAID.
take long walks every day. Can walk
five miles and come home perfectly fresh.
Letter No. 4.
From Miss Russell to Miss Norwood, in
which she patronizes the latter.
MINNEToNKA. Aug. 20.-You must ex-
cuse me, my dear. if your last letter made
me slightly smile. / had just gotten in
from lovely moonlight picnic, my head
fairly turned with the colored lights, the
dazzling costumes. the sweet strains of the
music when | found your letter among
others on my dressing table. The letter is
so unlike you, so prosaic, full of grain and
flax, water. winds and waSherwomen.
Such conglomeration l never heard; not
one ward of parties, picnics, gentlemen and
everything that a few months ago was your
very life. Surely, Jean, your head must be
little bit turned by something. Can it be
the mosquitoes? do not understand you
at all. Give it all up. dear, and come back
to civilization, good times and-me. You
don't know what you are missing. While
ci+ IN FL,
veloped in newspapers. l, Lillian Russell,
am shining in other skies. L have
never had such perfectly wild time in all
my life. Everything seems propitious. 1
never was better, my clothes never prettier,
and q am covered with confusion as say
it, never more of a belle. Mr.. D. is, of
course, my sworn knight, but the lesser
lights are my subjects, too. l am going,
going, all the time. and even in my dreams
the lights flash and the music goes on and
on. Oh, Jean! it is just lovely and the
only sigh / draw is when
l think you are not here to ENJOY it, too.
Mr.. Danforth's devotion is, of course, quite
the talk of the place, for you know never
have allowed anyone to completely monop
oliZe me before, but then never had such
serious case before. We drive and ride,
picnic and dance together. He is just Ga
host in himself. Always getting up some
thing to pass away the time. Wednesday
night it was private theatricals, Cricket
on the Hearth" I was Dot land 1
really did myself proud and he
was John. After the reconciliation
when he clasped. OF rather grabbed, me in
his arms it was the most real piece of act
ina ever saw. He does everything with
so much nerve. We had little musicale
the other night. His number was, ''Thy
Sentinel Am l." Everyone looked amused.
I was standing so he could see me, and
every time he sang, ''Thy sentinel am I;
I guard thee night and day." his eyes
turned to me, and it just seemed
as though he were talking to me.
I think 1 hear you say, Caught at
last: her head must be turned toOn Per-