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NEW YORK, Dec. 15.-Beg q countrv
| cousin, borrow one, steal one or get into the
| immediate neighborhood of a party which
has Legitimate claim on one, as I did AT
the Broadway theater the other evening
| Her name was Bess, or so the good looking
| young fellow called her who was her chan
erone. She had brown hair and pretty
brown eyes, She sat beside me and al
most became a convert to the widest theo-
ries of personal electricity as / felt the
thrills of excitement run over her, injecting
me with fresh sense of the shine Of Jewels.
the frou-frou of silks. the odor of roses. the
phalanx Of danes and dowagers and maid
ems all arrow, the details one and ali Of the
pretty picture which the hardened theater.
goer fails to see because of its familiarity.
Two minutes before the curtain rose thers
dropped into the chair Immediately in 'front.'
of her young woman. The young woman
wore a picturesque hat IL was not a high.
crowned hat, but it was exceedingly com
prehensive. 1t was n lack velvet hat and
It's brim was Tapping and many, many In
ches wide. About the hat was wound black
ribbon. IL was extremely wide black rib
bon, and 1t hung in two dead walls Of
streamers behind.
Bess oouldn't understand it. "What
| lovely hat" said she to the young man
aforementioned; 'but don't believe can
see.n Little Lord Fauntleroy was received
with acclamations. Il can't seen aud Bess'
eyes opened pathetlcally wide and tho
corners of her babyish mouth went down,
| | doubt If the child had ever been to d thea
| ter before in her life. She was terribly
| disappointed, and her grief like her Joy
quivered in her very finger tips and
awakened sympathetic shocks in me, "I
wonder If she can possibly know" Bess
was very iguorant, and her ignorance gave
her courage. Before her companion could
check her she had bent forward. 1--WE been
counting for week on this evening, and
now your beautiful hat is Ia the way"
The owner of tho hat was astounded. She
turned and looked Bess in the face. She
was handsome woman, who might have
been a belle for ten or twelve Wi ters, q
thoroughly du fdit woman Of tho world.
looked to see Bess annihilated. But, could
believe my eyesl The girls innocent
rusticity and evident admiration softene1
ner. Sho lifted her hands, drew out a pin
flashing with jewels, asked, SIS this beuterq'
and set the offending beauty in her lap.
'sThank you, oh, SO much" said Bess. II
almost cried when | thou ght / should miss
the play.n The handsome womans face
softened still more. She smiled, "hoped the
young lady would enjoy it, and turned to
the stage once more.
Bess did enjoy it in the way In which
everybody enjoys Little Lord Fauntleroy"
That is TO say sue cried. The good-lodklng
young fellow was annoyed. Don't Bess,
don'tl' no ndmonished over and again. As the
parting scenes between Mrs. Enroll and the
precocious child were developed, Bess wet
her handkerchief through. 'Lend me
yours" she whispered, and when tho young
man complied it was imposs BILE not TO OBJ
serve that his was wet too. Bess looked up
surprised "Well, when fellow can't help
it, what's he going to dor he questioned.
half in anger, half sheepishly. There was a
water course OF tears running down into his
mustache ON each side. Two men behind
Bess startled the house with audible sobs
and the handsome woman in front was be-
trayed into something very like boo-hoo.
There hasn't been such a wet play in years
as the first act of Little Lord Fauntleroy."
be crying. though, IS done mostly on Elsie
Leslie nights. Elsie is very sweet and makes
the scene pathetic. Tommy Russell in the
same part is more normally boyish. 1t
costs great expenditure Of powder and
toilet waters 10 soothe tho hot and smarting
faces that are taken homo from Mrs. Bur-
nett's play.
The city is assuming its normal winter
condition. 1t is tea-drenched, tea-soakod.
1t would not be surprising 10 ses a fog hang
over it from the steam Of tea. Every
woman who is anything Of woman at all
owns one OF those cast iron, hooked parlor
tripods which hang a tea kettle over an all
cohol lamp keeping things hot for whose
may drop in for a cup Of an afternoon. The
tea tripod is becoming al essential an arti-
Gle of furniture as the two aud four shade
lamps which stand on pedestals and confer
the latest touch Of elegance on the drawing
room. Two or four. Milady abhors three.
She thinks a three-shade lamp unlucky.
Can it be that she is growing superstitlOus
these daysi
Almost as universal as the tea habit Is
the habit OF afternoons. IL u woman has a
house Of her own, or even fiat, she sets
aside one afternoon In the week for an at
home to ais her friends. On such occa-
sions she makes herself pretty with her
very daintiest tea gown, and Of course she
lights the alcohol lamp under the tea stand.
OF course, too, il she has laid hands on a
novelty, she brings it out then to lend eclat
to her afternoon Chinese four foot vases
for umbrella stands are the latest extrava-
gance which one meets at teas In fashona-
bly, furnished halls. Tho more socially am.
bilious have evenings instead Of afternoons
for the greater dress possibilities and the
greater convenience of catching men. The
literary, dramatic, artistic and musical
contingents are at home ON Sunday, which
is emphatically day Of leisure for ali who
work with their brains. AT these semi
Bohemian and sometimes delightful gather
ings one meets many Of the most interest
ing figures Of tho day.
There must always be literary pets and
IL seems likely that Mrs. Lee c. Hardy
may be the next one. In the first place she
is q southerner, and that is Il great advan-
tage nowadays. In the next place she
doesn't write feshiy novels aud there is
room for new departure IN that line. Mrs.
Hardy is an unusually beautiful woman
Just getting into the magazines. Mrs.
Martha j. Lamb took her to afternoons
and evenings during her recent stay IN New
York, and the city received her with en-
thusiasm. Such masses Of hair and such
eyes: minor characteristics In n historian
and poet but. In woman, very telling ones.
The Century has taken up Mrs. Hardy,
and il she returns from New Orleans, as
promised, before the winter passes, she may
get lionized. Mrs Hardy has written
much, charming verse; mostly published in
southern periodicals. "The City OF
Prince" which has appeared in Mrs. Lambs
Magazine OF american History, has won
her tho honor Of election to a fellowship IN
the American Historical Association.
Laura Daintry, the novelist OF the deni-
l.. a Al. ~