St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-14

The governor signed the bill. He is
alive RuN. aud no good could come OF say
ing which governor it was.
The festive season is closing In gayety. l
have frivOled dreadfully this week, but my
tired head retains few impressions
There was breeze at Soiree musicale
when the $50 fan of one of the guests was
snapped in two by an excited listener. 1t
is the rage to talk about growing old grace
fully. and the attempt to accomplish the
ideal end is having deleteriOus effect on
the good looks of society. In the effort
man and women make TO brace up and
keep young. they often oyershoot the
mark. A dinner party is. of all festivities,
the least likely to be bowling success. 1t
requires something more than elab0-
rate dinner and marvellous flow
ers to make it that. Select bright
occupants for the chairs, and the display on
the table will be all right. A diner out tells
me that he always eats simple. wholesome
meal at o'clock, and the gaStrOnomic lire
works at his friends tables at o'clock are
merely play" as far as he is personally
concerned. AS yet this method OF presery-
| ing his organs of digestion works TO
charm. The report that New York
society woman has put buffet into the re-
ception-room of her box at the opera Is not
|
by creating ala attraction for those empty
headed Young men who might otherwise
not call on her during the evenings per-
Torrance.
THE WHITE CROSS MOVEMENT
for social purity really commands society's
attention. Its chief American promoter,
the Rev. DR.. Da Costa. is a highly-beloyed
rector, and his influence is strong.
Il think DIR. Da Costa would do well to
stir up England" said Miss Lucille Nor
rison to her old friend, Walter Lander Il
am going TO call him Walter Lander for
want of the liberty to use his real name).
After the Pail Mall Gazette exposures, the
! Dublin castle scandal and the revelations
about Sir Charles Dixie, it seems TO me
England sadly needs DR.. Da Costa"
''Oh, Dixie didn't do any thing so
awful" Mr.. Lander was going TO say
more, but my friend, Miss Morrison, inter
rupted him with something very like
scream.
What do you say?" she exclaimed so
earnestly, that the young man turned four
colOrS for Sunday; ''Sir Charles Dixie
didn't what?"
well. l mean; that is, l should say"
Mr. Lander urged; ''oh. it's so difficult TO
| talk to one who lives in a sheltered atmOs-
phere like you, Miss Morrison-I mean that
Sir Charles was merely guilty of being
found out, that's all. He had the wealth,
the temperament and the opportunity. He
did not intend To scandaliZe society any
more than the thousands around him, who
are not yet exposed, mean TO do so, or do in
reality do so.
80" said the young woman, ''you
apologize for that man; do you, Mr.. Lam
der?" You should have seen my friend
Lucille at that moment, rigid as poker on
the cushioned tete-a-tete of the parlor in
her fathers luxurious house on Murray hill
"a lovely, tall, largely-built and almost
Queen-like beauty, her eyes but lily con-
cealing the fire of her nature. then about TO
burst forth. 1t seems incredible TO me that
young Lander didn't scent the danger and
escape. But he is not very straight-laced
young man, and he enjoys nothing more
than getting a reputation as a bad man"
even among the most innocent ladies.
You mistake me-" said he; Il don't
apologize for Dixie, Miss Morrison. He was
doing an everyday sort of thing-a thing
that it is
FASHIONABLE TO DO
and fashionable to decry. The trouble
was he got caught, that's ALL"
'Mr. Lander" said heroic Lucille, rising
from her seat; Il must bid you goodnight.
Believe me, our views are so dramatically
opposite that no good can come of our ever
meeting again"
Act 2, Scene IA room in upper LeXIng-
ton avenue. 1t is a curious room. Rows
of oak chairs are arranged so as TO face a
great leather chair on slight platform.
Notices are fixed to the walls, some in
frames and some on strips of card board.
They read, Take up your cross, Evil Il
him who even thinks evil, ;" Let your aye
be aye and your nay nay" etc, and
so on. On the wall at the head of the
room is a large cross of FURNISHED white
metal, and under that in a gracefully
curved line of what L call ''church letter
ing" are the words ''The Silver Cross.
Under that again is great tablet of wood
let into the wall. On that tablet is the
word Boycott"
In that room there came, one after an.
other, fifteen or twenty of as pretty young
women as you will meet in a days walk
even on Murray Hill, girls of seventeen t
nineteen, some in Worth dresses and other
in dresses just as exquisite. Diamond
glisten in their collars and flash from thei
ears. Their ''style," as we call that unde
Unable something in a real ladys manner
and even in her simplest movement, showet
that all we've born amid easy circumstances
? Two or three group around a photograph
= a framed imperial-before they sit down
!, ''Oh, you dear mani" saws one. Isn't h
Just too splendid" another queries. HE
= just plain common sense, " eXclaims third
mot bit Of a goody-gOody. That's VIII
he has taken So" The portrait is that o
= an Episcopalan clergyman PROMINENT
: identified with the White Cross or ''socia
|, purity movement"
!, My friend Lucille is there. and after iii
~ tie random talk and the reading of lette
= from the Washington and Lee universt
q reporting the founding of branch of tn
:, White Cross society among the student:
. my queen-like friend repeats the converse
E ton set forth above between herself an
- Mr.. Lander. In conclusion she uses thes
= words:
= This / solemnly avow to be the trutl
. the whole truth, and nothing but the trutl
!, and, fair ladies all, urge that Walter LaI
= der be bOycOtted with the social boycott
:, and | urge this, well knowing what fea
, full power our sex may thus employ again
: him."
y Let the box go round" said the lad
= president.
= All this was according to the formula
> the society. A long-handled box. like
10 Sunday collection box of the old fashiC
= was pOked here and there among the ladie
- 1t was divided in the center. and the ladi,
took from one compartment pieces of cal
and dropped them i'm the other compaT
n ment. Nearly ali the cards were blacl
II The sight startled me-and / awOke
~ had all been a dream. Prophetic? Poss
= bly,. Base man, beware!-Clara Belle
=, Cincinnati Enquirer.
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