The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-05-13
u Paradise Of Flowers and
Green Turf and Blue Skies-SOmethinG
About the Bachelors In COnGress-A
story Told Of Hon. Timothy Campbell.
Especial Correspondence. ]

do not find a responsive chord in some
body s heart, III forSwear poetry forever
Hail Washington, the sweetest town
That ever called the spirit down
OF jocund spring, Of gladstone May,
OF budding flowers, OF roundelay
Up from her parks and shaded streets
million multiple Of sweets
So I'll the circumalnbient air
That bees may gather honey there
Above her bend the bllest skies
Fer dropped H. earth from Paradise;
Her streets in double rows OF green
Are pathway for a dryad queen
Her parks a-e gracious woodlands deep,
Where daisies dance and pansies peep,
Where stately tulips bend their stems
To hyacnthine diadelus;
Where IN some quiet, sheltered spot
There lives the blue forget -menot,
Where violet and asnho9el
Their fragrance aud their beauty tcH
And where on every bench ~ found
young man with his arm around
hitchinE post. Forsooth, NOT SOL
III never tell II you don't know.
"Ahcm," said Dicley with sinister
sheer as read her the lines.
Well said |. little tartly
"Oh. nothing" said she, only when |
hear an old maid talking of a young mans
arm being around anything il reminds me.
don't YOU know, of 1858 trying TO get
back into an Eighteenth century almanac.
That was unkind of Dickey, but she
would not have said il if had not hidden
her rouge box this morning, and she had
to come down TO breakfast looking like
the pale of civilization.
Speaking of paint. l am reminded of two
things. the first of which is little story.
Long time ago | was among the hills OF
T. ttol-y. all nf he nd inrtptc
of my environment in that primitive sec.
ton was a country store. Nature was, of
course, largely in tho ascendant among
those mountain Businesses, and was re
ioicing in the thought that here at last |
might find surcease from the shams OF So
ciety. In TIE women | was particularly
interested and their old fashioned clothes
and their natural manners quite charmed
me- One day was In this store when q
brawny, buxom, freckled lass In bright
green sunbonnct and Il yellow calico dress
cane in, and with smile for the clerk
and questioning female look for me, as
one woman always gives another whose
presence she can't quite account for, she
drew confidingly near the young man.
Have you any lady paintt she in
quired.
ANY WHAT" he said, startled out Of his
self possession.
Any lady paint, | said, repeated the
girl
Il don't think We have, he replied, and
began TO look around his shelves in order
TO recover his wits.
In minute or 50, with O whisper from
me, he had them back again, and in
another minute he had fshcd out box Of
pink powder, covered with dust ard cob
webs. prize long wanting claimant, and
handed it TO her.
The girl took it with a radiant smile.
rubbed a little on her checks with her
finger, and went away glittering comm
nation of a trinity of primary colors.
That was away out in the hills where
nature reigns Is II surprising, then,
that in Washington. where art Is supreme,
women should worship at the shrine OF
the primal goddess less than does her
sister Of the temple?
In q he words of the poet mot hardly,
and I am surprised sometimes, painfully
surprised, at the hand painted maidcns
meet, and matrons, too, more $ the pity.
The average girl one meets in Washing
ton is pretty enough without the adven-
titious aid Of artitice, blit she doesn't seem
10 think so, and she doctors her complex
ion a good deal more than she doctors the
real cause Of her cOmplexion's need OF a
doctor Nor does she do it artistically.
though she may think she does, for have
heard numerous men commenting upon
the "daubs" they have seen in society.
and one adventurous young fellow, with
nerve and money, suggested TO me the
organization of school of natural art,
az he called it, whose object would be the
better education Of young women in ex
terror decoration.
Now amt that dainty dish to set be-
fore the king?
Another young fellow offered 70 bet a
very pretty girl n dozen pair of gloves
that she had her complexion made 70 order
at the druggists and the girl was afraid
to put ii To the test Yet that same girl
goes about Is pink checked as ever, and
aeccivcs nobody bat herself have seen
women at their own homes and in the
"giddy wAirl who were Old enough 70 be
grandmO,hers, and some Of them were,
whose checks were AZ red as the blood OF
healthy youth and whose shoulders were
of alabaster, yet the entire superstructure
could have been wiped off With damp
sponge, leaving foundations of-well.
leaving foundations Of which the least
said the soonest mended. With such
mothers what other daughters could We
expect
But enough of this. I'm glad I'm not 4
man, or if were, that have arrived vt
an age when my common sense and my
sense of sight and perception are in
equipoise. e.
If there is any object in human life
which commands my sincerest sympathy
more than another, it is bachelor at the
age-if ! may quote the words Of a
bachelor who has since been redeemed
Of 'iunocuous desuetude." He is the
very graveyard of dead hopes, surrounded
by the weeping willows Of unsatisfied
longings, a living monument to undivided
sorrow and unshared joys, and | can't
help but feel a little lively at seeing his
loneliness. -
Dickey and were strolling along -Four
tenth street the other evening. just at
that hour when the day is done, and