Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-07-07
GooD-NATURED GOSSIP.

GooD-NATURED GOSSIP.
Who among us, my dear confdantes, has
not at some time in her life lived in a
country community and been victimized
by that pernlcious institution of the rural
districts, yclept a tea party, "for ladies
only? And who will freely admit
entire nous, in this confidential corner from
which, also, men are excluded-that the
idea entertained by most of the male sex,
regarding the charity and loving kindness
Of their sisters and sweethearts and wives
toward one another, is as much myth
and delusion as brother Watts state
ment that "hirds in their little nests
agree" 1t is the way of this wicked
world and of we weaker vessels that, as
those tiny songsters will fight like cats and
dogs on occasion, so the most dainty and
delicate woman, who looks as though she
fed on rose leaves and communed with
angels, may have the sharpest of claws
hidden beneath her soft exterior, which
can rend sister-woman's character to
shreds and pick it to the bones.
Though the average woman will stand
up till the last gasp for hersex, as whole,
she is sure to decry any individual female
upon whom has fallen the mildew of sus-
! plcion-on the same principle, probably,
that she defends the blacklist r0ue while
running down the race OF men. | am
afraid, my dears, that the candid truth is
we are not, as rule, overburdened with
| tho IeyUaI Hpwauar la% bo
consistent in this, that in our weekly con-
clave, for which the SUNDAY UNION has
| provided, we promptly frown down all
approach to ill-natured gossip. In the
country tea parties above mentioned it is
wise to be among the very first arrivals,
for she who comes last is likely to be left
without leg to stand on, so far as reputa-
ton is concerned. Though we meet ex-
pressly to discuss the absent woman per-
haps commenting upon her idioSyncracies
and her weaknesses, as well as her modes
and her manners-let it be in spirit of
sisterly kindness, remembering that none
of us have been above criticism from the
days when our common mother was bam-
boozled by the serpent down to her latest
descendant.
BUSINESS WOMEN.
Well, among the on dts of the day, do
you know what sort of girls they have in
Texas? Ohe of them Mrs. Rodgers) is a
cattle queen in her own right, worth more
than million dollars, which she made
herself in raising long horned stock. An
other, the widow Callahan, is one of the
largest individual sheep owners in the
State, her immense flock numbering more
than 50,000
Apropos to this, somebody has been
counting up how many "lady preachers "
there are in the United States, and puts
the number at 275, with more a-com-
ing"
a The Bucksport Clipper says that the most
enterprising man in the town is woman.
1t is Miss Annie Lancey, who has leased a
mill property and is operating the same
day and night. She employs fourteen
men and makes them all hustle, running a
rotary on long lumber during the day, and
at night the shingie and lath machines.
By the way, a prominent New Yorker
said the other day, "For every five girls
you put into business Offices, you will make
at least three old maids They will be ap-
rreciated for their work, and all that, Just
as boys are; but they will lose the infu-
ence of their sex over men," Is it then so
fatal to matrimonial prospects to become
self-supporting? In order to realize the
highest ambition of every true woman
that of becoming a homekeeper, a
wife and a mother-must girls re-
main like the clinging ivy, though
there be no oak to cling to? Manv,
born of "poor but respectable parents
| ,rn,,ll l;..1a Il
did not earn them with their own hands,
and others, orphaned in childhood, have
neither brothers nor male relations to
whom to look for support. Nonsense,
| girls. Be womanly women wherever you
are; and when the right man comes along,
he will take you from the typewriter or
the salescounter or the desk or the shop as
readily as if he found you sitting idly in
| the parlor, and thank his lucky stars for
the spirit of honorable independence that
has made you just what you are.
The working women are the sturdier
flowers in the garden of life-the rue and
rosemary, the holyhocks and marigolds
and daffys and dahlias; no less highly
priced i'll their own place than the more
fragile sisterhood. Among the exotics
whose mission is mainly to be sweet and
beautiful, let us speak Of the most popular
woman in London, if not in all Europe,
THE PRINCESS OF WALES.
She certainly does not advocate female
suffrage, nor prohibition, nor any other
ism or ology, and is as much devoted to
fashion as she is a faithful and loving
mother. The people fondly call her the
"Well Beloved" and when the policeman
in the park rides down the Row, clearing
the way for the luxurious carriage that
rolls along bearing the Princess and her
| daughters, The multitude forsake their
chairs and rush to the rails to greet her.
She, in her black dress spotted with white,
(belng still in light mourning), looks as
charming and sweet as ever, despite her
growing deafness and not firm health, and
smiles her gratitude for the devotion of
her husbands future subjects.
Speaking of royalty, don't you wish
that you stood in the shoes of the EN-
press of Germany, to whom the Sultan of
Turkey has just given necklace worth
one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, if it
is worth picayune That worthy woman
had jewels enough before; but it is carving
out the Scriptural prophecy, To him that
hath shall be given"
By the way, the only two women in the
civilized world who have gowns garnished
with a profusion of real pearls, are the
much-talked-of Italian Queen, and Mrs
Bonanza Mackay.
One of the prettiest, but also the most
unaffected Of New York society bellies,
MRS. W. W. AsToR
Went shopping the other morning so ex-
quisitely dressed that must describe her
to you. Her gown was of the palest gray
green, with a wide dark-green ribbon set
on above the trim of the skirt, which was
plated in what was called accordion "
plaits all the way around TO the back,
where 1t was merely gathered and hung
loose. There was short hip drapery,
whose ends disappeared under the folds Of
the back. The bodice had jacket-fronts
lined with dark-green silk, turned back
from loose waist out of the same dark
| green Above her carelessly-knottad cnrlv