St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-10-14

st. Paul, after all, is not just about as
good as anything they have abroad.
She bowed to somebody across the
room, who she thought was Mrs. Dorr,
and had almost concluded to 90 over to
make sure of it, when the doors in
front of the stage rolled back and Mr..
Blake commenced the opening over
ture. She could not refrain from whlS-
pering behind her fan to Mrs. CaSS Gil
bert that Mrs Whites house is beautl-
fully adapted to private theatricals, and
that everything was arranged just as
she had expected it would be with Mrs.
White to design.
''Sweet and Low" sung by Christ
church choir, brought to the dear old
sympathetic SOULS eye one tear, which
she soaked up with S25 handkerchief.
though not before she had given those
around her chance to notice that she
was moved, and therefore is not the
callOus-hearted dame most people think
her. As she arranged her handkerchief
over the back of her hand to dry, she
told Mrs. Clarke, who sat near her. that
she always finds the singing OF Christ
church choir Just so affecting.
When Miss Florence Lamprey APP
peared with her violin and played
s'Traumerei," Miss Frances TarbOX ac-
companied her on the piano. She de-
clared she had never heard anything to
excel it, and everybody around her
agreed that the little ladies' musical
ability is nothing less than wonderful.
did you ever see any one more
lovely" She enthusiastically demanded
of Harry johnson when Miss Maud
TAYLOR, in a white satin gown, pearl
ornaments, her hair powdered, the
fairness of her face emphasized
by black patches, portrayed with
Mr.. Skipwith the charms of
city courtship; and when Miss
Stevenson, in rustic attire, at the wash
tub, and Mr.. BigelOw, in the garb of a
country swain, pictured lOvemaklng IN
the country, the old lady said it reallycar-
ried her back to her youth, and brought
to mind wildly the day Mr. Grundy
proposed to her while she stood at the
sink in the kitchen, washing up the
lit is no wonder her children are
musicians" was Mrs. Grundy's COM
ment as Mrs. TarboX concluded an eX-
Quisite rendition of the Ave Maria"
and she did wish encOres were the order
of the evening She thought she had
never seen anything prettier in her life
than the floral accompaniment of the
tableau, Mistress Mary" If Miss
Forepaugh's face. she said, had been
designed by Providence for the center
of a Marguerite, it could not have an
swered the purpose better, and
as for little Catherine MOrton'S-
well, that child, she had always
insisted, has face to make an angel
serious. at is a downright shame II
we can't have that over again." she
said as Miss Gordon sounded the last
note of "Where are you going, my
pretty maid?" She reached over and
asked Mrs. Warner if she didn't think
so, too, and said she was sure she had
never heard Katie Gordon sing more
sweetly."
Little Ray Lamprey's banjo solo gave
the old lady mild fit of enthusiasm,
and she only ceased her appreciative
calculations to catch the first note of
Miss GordOn's song, which she said she
would not have missed for anything in
this world.
When Miss Banning began the read
ing of Lord Ullin'S Daughter" Mrs.
Grundy assumed an intellectual cast of
cOuntenance that was full of critical de-
light: but when MeSSrs. Foster and Corn
ing, in impromptu Scotch attire, and
Mr.. McKeeYer in the fetching dress of a
Scotch laSSie, appeared on the shore OF
a table-cloth sea and put out in a
clOthes-basket boat, the ola lady unbent
her dignity to the point of laughing
heartily, and the unusual relaxation, in
connection with tight dress, gave her
quite a severe pain in the side, which,
fortunately, soon passed away.
The evenings entertainment, all in
all, had given her so much pleasure that
she dropped s. in the contribution
basket and then contracted slight sore
throat standing in draught to take no
tice of how much others contributed.
Her curiosity was piqued to that extent
that she gave out the next day as her
private opinion that when man gives
with his right hand to charity without
letting his left hand know the amount
of his offering, not modesty, but the
smalIneSs of the sum, inspires him to
secrecy.