Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-12-07

There Il At least one woman in this city who
worships the memory Of the late Jefferson
Davis, and who has the courage Of her convic-
tona No. 2Ss I'd street southeast is modest
ooking house, painted dark red so far as the
brickwork is concerned and dark green
as to the window shutters The
shutters are closed today and IL
the bellpull was only obscured by Grape it
would be easy for m observant passer-by to
imagine that death had visited some one whose
residence had been within. Beyond this gen.
eral air Of gloom there is nothing remarkable
in the appearance OF either the En-
giish basement or the first story OF
No. 2S5, but when the point Of
vision includes the upper story there is little
something to look at. Draped from the three
windows on that floor is a wide strip of black
stun, evidence OF mourning of high order.
In the center Of each of the window sills, Just
where the black is fastened. is a rosette. II
the rosettes were also black they
would have excited less comment, but they
are not black. Two of them-one at
each end-are red while the one in the middle
Is white. The hues and the manner of their
arrangement combine to form the colors of the
dead confederacy, and their display at this
time made it evident that some one was sorry
because jefferson Davis was no more.
AN INTERVIEW WITH MRS. FAIRFAX.
A STAR reporter called at the house this
afternoon and was greeted by a quiet-appear-
ing lady Of about fifty years Of age. She was
the decorator and was proud of the fact
She wore q close fitting brown dress
that was Quaker-like in its simplicity.
Around her waist was a velvet belt fastened by
a couple Of little hooks and eyes, and at her
throat was brooch on which two affectionate
doves were represented as performing that
pleasing operation known as billing"
my name2" said she. SIS Mrs. Frederick
Fairfax, and / am Washingtonian born. am
a southern woman and put the mourning on
the house because of President Davis death.
Am l an admirer Of Mr.. Davis2 Well,
cheeks assumed deeper tint, her large gray
blue eyes flashed and the doves looked as
though they were fighting. i love him;
love his every word and act.
You don't seem to be afraid to say so" in
situated the reporter.
figure involuntarily Strengthening itself to an
excessive degree. Afraid she repeated.
why l never was afraid of anybody or any
thing in my life."
WHO THE LADY Is.
Mrs. Fairfax is the wife of Mr.. Frederick
Fairfax, said to be a gentleman Of wealth.
The city directory gives him no occu-
patton. Mrs. Fairfax is a daughter OF
the late Lieut. Cooke of the United
States army. who died great many years ago,
leaving to his daughter the house in
which she and her husband reside. Mr..
Fairfax not actively engaged in
the confederacy, but Mrs. Fairfax's rela-
tves were all confederates, SO she said this
morning. 1t was suggested to her by one OF
the newspaper men who called on her this
morning that some one might try to tear the
mourning emblems down. If any one enter
tains any such idea he only needs first see
Mrs. Fairfax as she appeared when that sug-
gestioD was made; he will at once abandon his
project.
A number Of colored people gathered on the
sidewalk opposite the house this morning
and loudly criticised the action of the
inmates, but they went no further, and al
late hour this afternoon the dismal
drapery and the red, white and red rosettes
were still in place 6uttering in the cool breezes
aud rejecting their colors in the windows OF
the Lincoln school building which happens
curiously enough, to be precisely opposite No
235.