New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-01-25
A BROWNING TEA.
Dorothea Lummis in The ArgOnaut.

| Dorothea Lummis in The Argonaut
why need the much and talk
Mrs Leslie chapns parGr in Van N %Ss on on lm s
pie Of eTeqse hicks SiSS ,ay bona msn Sj' and on
R SS p o2s arc GeA 2aI IS% sSng all ctsn
SGS Moi cs ssl aDs R1u he eoiueT Her pe
niece s sss E snG a ron Sob of bread The
conversation mnges with the soft elaer Of the china.
Mrs. Lovejoy-Such an awfully fetching gown
and decollete She does undress ~ Mv,a'
! though She is too poor to have had modisle'
so | suppose tie clever thing got IT up az nom :
| thought | saw a Redeem belt in her cloak, put
| I'll wager she got 1T from a
Mrs. Clarke-Servant! ne is a perfect jewel
| The only troible we have is in living up TO MN.
| You see, he has been with tie Richardson's ever
since he left the other side, and they seem never
to have relaxed for al instant. / just revcl IT
it, but Mr. Clarke gets SO rebellious that tremole
for reputation. He eats butter at dinner
right under the buffers rcproachful eyes anu
once he served himself twice with s0up could see
that it was an awful shock to James. though, Oh
course, he was too well trained to say that
| Mrs McGrcgOr-That horrible Mrs. Clancy has
set up a carriage and pair, and IS actdaliy lea.-
ing great sheets Of pasteboard all over the city
| Her carriage has a cOat-Of-arms, too, they say.
| If its appropriate, it ought to he a pair OF red'
| Irish arms bare, rampant on a washb0ard 2ules.
Her mother was my laundress half dozen years
| ago. and caused a tragedy in my family, too'
| Ny dear old maiden aunt, Bctscy swift, was SIT
ting the side porch one night nj DUSK, aha on
| Colonel Chavez Lad just taken her wlthcred
white hand to help him to say. heaven knows
what Of old fashioned love PHRASES, when now
| stood that tipsy old woman. waving one OF poor
| Bctseys un16rgarmcnts in the air and trying 10
explain a tear or burn Betsey gave one LOOK
! and fled, and The colonel never got quite to the
| point again II a cruel shame. end Think
| Miss Douglas--The Humane Society ought TO
demonstrate with him. lie has disciplined that
| miserable dog of his until he hasn't spontaneous
moment II existence. He won't allow him 10
snore, nor turn round but once before he lies
! down, and for the joy Of flea or two t. hunt
| he has left that hope behind long ago. why, his
master even counts how many times he ways his
! tail ard says. patronizlngy: There, thatll
do, Chcstnrfrld, and either the tone or the name
| of the New-England Dwights, and has set ideas
! about everything. even
Mrs Witon-IIis own identity Why, dear
woman. he hasn't any. lie is just Mrs. CarrolFs
! husband and maid-of-all-work. He picks the
! camphor out of her furs. heats her curng-irons,
and they even say manicures her tinger-nails am
going to ask him up 10 dine and bring his wife 5
| new book Petals of Passion" I'll try and cut
| the fringe off his cuffs while he cuts the leaves
Of the book. OF course he is an inferior seven
ternth, bnt superior women ought never To-
Mrs WardOr-L stem 10 another womans love
! letter She may have t. pretend 10 Ike II, but in
! her heart she writhes at il: men are just such
tactlcss blunderers MS TO read letter 10 the very
| woman who has most cause 10 I've jealous. and
| while she is smiling and doing the correct thing
externally. SIZE is really mangling and raging at
every word II men were as long headed asTE
Miss Worfhngton-lls last novel These
| morbif. twstrd-up interpretive, conscience
ridden women make me ineXpressiblv weary He
can do better, when he tries, TOO. There's sweet
| hrathful Independent Alma Leighton with her
intentional prttiness' and her big. brave heart
No mush of concession there, After all, who
would have believed that Mr.. Howells would
! have
Mrs Dorsey-Put on a divided skirt? Never !!
| Ms girl Mildred and my son Dicks wife. they
both wear EN- and pretend to he ever SO much
more easyike; but I'm getting 10 be an old
| nd | il-n fhp tpplo |
would seem sort % strange and indecent without
EN-. II my mother could look down and see me
in anything like pants would expect TO meet her
at the gate more scary than the judgment day.
Ny girl can do as She pleascs. and
Mrs GorIon-She ought to be perfectly happy.
She has dozen new dresses straight from Paris,
| an educated poodle that talk, and divorce.
She has Just gOt back FROM
Mrs llooqcr-Thc Maine coast. where every
thing was prOpinqulty, kisses, and stumbling over
iances in dim corners; ! wasn't but twenty one:
but they actually thought Inc quite IAN old
| thing Then | went directly to the Adirondacks
to visit Ilclen-twcnty eight and married-and
from down-East never noticed me Through all
the six weeks of my stay they preserved the
ont flaw o., effort and went home blighied
blossom. Helen admitted. years later, that the
handsomeSt and iollicst did ask her if | were
married" Oh had | but known it i
Mrs Crittcndon-W0re the very first Dolly
Warden that ever entered the sacred precincts OF
the Bowlitch household How those prim big
i
ike monkey in a red jacket and as loud as =
fire-alarm They belonged to the society Of
Christian Endeavor. and believed in the Future Of
Woman. | always wear black when go there
now in sign of penltcnce, though ! look like an
inspired idiot in il. Dick says
Miss Phillips-lhc undertaken didn't know that
he was to ne crematef. and SO he put on one of
those CHASTITY suits that only come in halves
When they took him out to place him in the re-
tort, all the things fell on, and IL made perfect
scandal. lie was horrd old brute, and nobody
mOurned him. but the widow snd She dill want him
burned in whole suit Of clothes. The choir at
the funeral sang Refining Fires" and we all
hoped that he would find some kind beside those
of the crcmatOry. J was brought mp good Uni
vcr,alist. but | confess don't see what we are
going to do with all these disagrceablc saved /
sometimes wish | believed i'll
Mrs Crichton- Mrs kendall She is the dear
est woman in the world of course: but she isn't
the only good clever or gracious actress on the
boards. Tn" lady doth protest too much methinlIs
The idea. too of her saying nasty English things
black veil the night she spoke to the Goethe
Club. Just the ,hing the typical heroine in an
English novel puts on with her goloshcs 10 meet
her adored Augustus under her ancestral clms, in
IA rainstorm. | heard too, that
Miss RobcrtsOn-llc tried to kiss her in the
conservatory. and when | told her | hoped she
knew how to rcbnl:c him properly, she laughed in
my face, and said, with the greatest sang froid (:
Dear Edith, when you are my age YOU will be
grateful to any man who shows n desire to kiss
YOU" She is very, plain and over forty you
know, but | think her answer was n trinc--
Mrs. Coviil TO her hostess)-Inte. WHY IT'S
almost dark. tiood-by, dear; we have had such
n nice instructive time. DO have it soon again
THE guests rise and make their adieus by fwos
and threes, and in ten minutes the rooms are
empty
Miss Russell SLOWLY. and with dramatic en-
phasisl-Aunt Leslie, thought this Brown
"a look of horror flashes into Mrs. Chapin's face
She clutches the cir. by the arm and whispers
h9arsely: aEii5a6eth Russell. don't you dare to