Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-01-31
A BROWNING TEA.
Dorothea Lummis in The Areonaut.

| Dorothea Lummis in The Argonaut.
| together" -Rober Browning.
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:sttinss q ths poss. words. Mr.; Chaplin is pour.
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bof hs sfS T% Pts OF MaisIs and s
with the soft chatter of the china.
Mrs. Lovejoy-Such m awfully fetching
gown, and 80 decollette! She does undress so
| WELL though. She il too poor to have had a
modesto, so L suppose the clever thing got it
mp at home. thought l saw Redfern belt in
her cloak, but I'll wager she got it from a.
Mrs. Clarke-Servant! he 10 perfect jewel
The only trouble We have is in living up to
him. You see. he has been with the Richard.
seem never to have relaxed for an instant.
just revel in it. but Mr.. Clarke gets 80 rebel
hous that tremble for our reputation. He
eats butter at dinner right under the buffers
twice with soup: could see that it was an
awful shock to James, though, Of course, he
| was too well trained to say that
Mrs. McGregor-That horrible Mre. Clancy
has set up carriage and pair, and is actually
leaving great sheets of pasteboard all over the
city. Her carriage has coat-of-arms, too, they
say. If it's appropriate, it ought to be pair
| OF red, Irish arms bare, rampant on a wash
board gules. Her mother was my laundress
half q dozen years ago. and caused a tragedy in
my family, too. My dear old maiden aunt,
Betsey Swift, was sitting on the side porch one
night at dusk, and old Col. Chavez had Just
taken her withered white hand to help him to
say, heaven knows what, of old-fashioned love
phrases, when howl made him start and shrink
| Ikea mimosa. There stood that tipsy old woman,
waving one Of poor Betsey's undersarments
| in the air and trying to explain tear or a burn
Betsey gave one look and fed, and the colonel
never got quite to the point again. 1t was q
cruel shame. and 1 think
Miss Douglas-The Humane Society ought to
| demonstrate with him. He has disciplined that
! miserable dog of his until he hasn't sponta-
neOus moment OF existence. He won't allow
him to snore nor turn round but once before
to hunt. he has left that hope behind long ago.
| Why, his master even counts how many times
he wags his tail, and saws. patronizingly:
There, thatil do. Chesterfield" and either
| the tone or the name has the desired effect.
You see, his owner is one Of the New England
| DwightR, and has set ideas about everything,
| even
| Mrs. Wilton-His own identity! Why dear
woman. he hasn't any. He is just Mrs. CARROLL
husband and maid Of all work. He picks the
camphor out of her furs: heats her curling irons
and they even say manicures her finger nails.
am going to ask him up to dine and bring his
wife's new book, Petals Of Passion" III try
and cut the fringe off his cuffs while he cuts
the leaves of the book. OF course he is an in
ferior seventeenth, but superior women ought
| never to-
Mrs. Wardor-Listen to another womans
love letter. She may have to pretend to like it,
but in her heart she writhes at it. Men are Just
such tactess blunderers as to read letter to
the very woman who has most cause to be jeal-
GUS, and while she is smiling and doing the
correct thing externally she is really mangling
and raging at every word. If men were as
| long-headed as
Miss Worthington-His last novel. These
morbid, twisted-up. interpretive. conscience
ridden women make me inexpressibly weary.
He can do better when he tries, too. There's
! sweet healthful independent Alma Leighto
with her Intentional prettiness'' 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 divided skirt? Never
| My girl Mildred and my son Dicks wife, they
both wear 'em and pretend to be ever SO much
more easy like. but I'm getting to be an old
| woman and like the feel O skirts round me,
1t would seem sort O strange and indecent
| without EN-. II my mother could look down
and see me in anything like pants 1 would ex-
pect to meet her at the gate more scary than
the Judgment day. My girl can do as she
pleases and
Mrs. Gordon-She ought to be perfectly
happy. She has dozen new dresses straight
| from Paris, an educated poodle that can talk,
and divorce. She las Just got back from
| Mrs. Hooper-The Maine coast, where every
thing was propinquity, kisses, and stumbling
twenty-one. but they actually thought me
! quite IAN old thing" Then I went directly to
the Adirondacks to visit Helen-twenty-eight
and married-and there was 80 young that
noticed me. Through all the six weeks Of my
stay they preserved the What's Hecuba-to-me-
| or-I-tO-Hecuba attitude without flaw or effort,
and went home a blighted blossom. Helen
admitted, years later. that the handsomest and
| jolliest did ask her "if were married." Oh.
had but known it /
Mrs. Crittendon-Wore the very first Dolly
Warden that ever entered the sacred precincts
of the Bowditch household. How these prim,
big, long -waisted. dowdy girls stared at me!
es fire alarm. They belonged to the Society
Of Christian Endeavor and believed in the fu-
ture Of woman. always wear black when 20
there now in sign Of penitence, though look
like an inspired idiot in it. Dick esys--
Miss Philiips-The undertaken didn't know
that he was to be cremated and SO he put on
one Of those CHASTITY suits that only come in
halves. Whom they took him out to place him
in the retort all the things fell of ana it made
q perfect scandal. He was a horrid old brute
| and nobody mOurned him, but the widow said
she did want him burned in a whole suit of
| clothes. The choir at the funeral sang ..Retiu-
ing Fires, and we all hoped that he would find
some kind besides those Of the crematory l
YVES DrOuSut up SOOQ UnlverSall5t, but con-
fess 1 don't see what VIC are going to do with
all these disagreeable saved. sometimes wish
l believed in
Mrs. Crichton-Mrs. Kendall! She is the
dearest woman in the world OF course; but she
isn't the only good or clever or gracious actress
on the boards. The lady doth protest too
much, methmks. The idea, too, OF her SAYING
nasty English things about our taste in dress,
when she wore q thick, black veil the night she
spoke to the Goethe Club. Just the thing the
typical heroine III an English novel puts on
with her golOshes to meet her adored Augustus.
| under her ancestral elms, in q rain storm,
heard, too, that
Miss Robertson-He tried to kiss her in the
conservatory, and when l told her hoped she
knew how to rebuke 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 a desire
to kiss YOU" She is very plain and over forty.
you know, but I think her answer was q
trife-
Mrs. Covill Ito her hostess) Late! Why, it'f
| almost dark. Goodbye. dear; we have had
such q nice, instructive time Do have it soon
again.
CHE guests rise and make their adieus BY
twos and threes, and in ten minutes the rooms
are empty.)
hiss Russell Slowly, and with dramatic EN-.
phasis) Aunt Leslie, l thought this was O
| Browning tea!
"a look Of horror flashes into Mrs. Chapin's
face. She clutches the girl by the arm and
! whispers hoarseiy: Elizabeth Russell, don't
you dare to tell anybody in Bostonr')
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