The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1888-04-13
Ghe 1emorrst-S Star
PEN PIOTUREs
InimltabIy Drawn by catherine
Cole"


q very interesting Washington let
ter from tue pen of "Cdtherine Cole
MRS. NJ. r. Field, of New Orleans),
: which contained many striking pic,
lures of the women who were gath
cred in convention at the National
Capitol last week. here are some
excerpts:
Just at my left was a particularly
pretty young lady in a black lace
gown cut lOwly square in the neck.
Her hair vas banged and iuhed
and she looked mighty fashionable
and mighty sweet. On her breast
was pinned a knot of narrow feath-
er-edged yellow ribbon, the suffrage
badge, as white ribbon is the. badge
OF temperance. 1t is so easy TO talk
TO some women if only you make
up your mind, so | gave an ex
pressive glance at her beautiful and
suffering gown and said: "Why
did you do it T. She smiled back
ut me and answered "Oh, / have
such a horror of people thinking us
not wOmanisIl enough. This is my
last Paris gown, aud my heart is
breaking over it, but l WAS determ-
ined to do my level best to keep
people from thinking US a lot OF
shOrt-haired crankS, too strong
minded to keep the shine off our
faces with a powder rag. Is my
nose all right n Aud may the Lord
forgive me if the darling didu't
flrt out the sweetest little powder
puff in the world from the sanctua,
ry of her low-cut corssge and deft-
~ as a magician touch it over her
pretty face. | see her sometimes
in the council, up on the platform
among the delegates, and | don't
know whether she is a preacher,
a professor or a doctor, but when.
ever l see her white hand flashed
over her pretty face / know that 1t
cOnceals her woman's weapon, a
powder rag.
Here vas Susan B. Anthony in a
black velvet gown aud tie inevita.
BILE scarlet Canton Grape shawl over
her slim figure, which it is said she
wears because it is becoming to her.
She is beautifully dressed, with
rich lace ut her throat, and is mod
est and refined for all her public
speaking, all her unusual life, all
her long service to the suffrage
movement has not erased "a single
fiue and womanly line from her face,
ner cost her one jot of the gracious
dignity of modest w0manbOod nor
worn any angles into the symmetry
of her beautiful, even temperament
and character.
Next here is Lucy Stone, a weak,
tiny little body, the last wOman in
the world one wsuld select for Lucy
Stone. Yet, with her funny little
Old-fashloned cap, with its long lace
lappets against each faded pink
cheek, her smooth hands of gray
hair, her soft voice and g0ntlehess,
she is all in accord with her gentle,
Old.fashioued name OF Lucy. She
fits the name and tho name fits her.
Lucy Stone is the wife of Mr.. Hen
Fy Blackwell, but from her point OF
view the law gives her a right to
her " name aud she is
called Mrs. Blackwell, although the
children have the fathers name.
| hear a rich, unctuous, genial,
cultured contralto voice. 1t sounds,
If | may be allowed the expression,
like the voice of an old woman of
the world. L should say that the
owner is a philosopher globe
trOtter, a good diner, a good racOn
teur, a person who had touched a
long chrOmatic scale of experiences.
People crowded closely in tho
neighbOrhOOd of the voice, but pa
tiently waiting a bide my time and
finally | too clasp hand with an ex-
tremely short, extremely fat old
lady, Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
Very short aud almost as bread as
long, her large, fnll, alive, intellI-
gent and cultured face is framed in
with puffs of profuSe hair SO white
it shines like frosted silver. Mrs.
Stanton is all that her voice indi-
Gates. A woman of the world in
the most genial aud thorough sense,
masterful wOman-reared ia a
lawyers Office and accustomed by
right and might aud force of her
own large brain to have her own
way. To me she is thoroughly de-
lightful, aud in all respects she re-
minds me, barring bis vices, of a
Count FOsco. Frances Willard is a
woman who goes to the heart. Eliz-
abeth Csdy Stanton is a woman
who goes to the head.
Little groups of women were here
and there, and 10 the centre of the
room, surrounded by a two-deep
row OF curious men aud women, sat
strange creature dressed in black
trousers, a Prince Albert coat and
immaculate shirt and collar. Above
Chis garb rose a very white, sad,
weak and pathetic face, with long
ish short hair cOmbed back from an
inconsequential brow. The little
is posed 10 manish fashion
the small, sad face is upturned and
the quivering little voice is mp
1t Is that modern
Frankenstein. that poor
crack Drained Mary Walker, who
is after all the "a ~hOuseless, home
less, frfendless Arab on the desert
OF American life, for whom there is
no welcome anywhere, and who,