The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1891-08-25
SECOND VISIT TO THE WHITE.
An Interesting Letter From Elizabeth
Lander Petreo.
YEARNING FOR THE KINDLY GREETING.
Fen Pictures OF Some Of the Striking People
and Places at the Popular
Mountain Resort.


Especial. Two years ago l made my first
visit 70 the White sulphur.
Since then other skies have bent over me,
other scenes have held me captive Long
ingly / have turned from stranger faces,
yearning for the kindly greeting. the out
stretched hand. the warm and loving well
come that greets me here. So have come,
from beyond tho deep blue sea. 10 this glori-
ous. happy home nesting mid the mountain
fastness aud girdled by yerdant hills.
am charmed Everything delights me.
The trees, whose tall tops bend caresslngly
with every breeze the shady paths in whose
quiet retreat wanders lovely sentimental girls,
gay cavaliers ct their sides who breathe in
every word and look their knightly devotion
then weary Of their forest wanderings
mounted on fayorito horses. romantic couples
slowly meander up and down the hilly slopes
talking. laughing. dreaming.
GLORIOUS YOUTH.
All ne; this glorious glow Of youth. How
enchanting the first dream. This is ell in the
DAYTIME When night steals on. calm beaut-
ful star-lit night IN this mountain retreat
there is another scene-a festive one.
Lights twinkle and glow in the long cor
ridOrs Illuminating the yerandas and casting
stray beams in every dusky nook and corner.
The vast parlors are one dazzle of light.
| find myself there gazing at the bewllder-
ing toilets. specializing on stranger faces and
greeting familiar ones.
enjoy the sweet young girls in their dainty
lOveiness. identifying even the roses they
wear in such gorgeous profusion. | regret |
do not know them all. one in pslest blue
Miss Beae her face rs pure and sweet as the
owes that look into mine, stops TO chat mo-
ment. gives me n parting smile glides away
her hands filed with flowers.
MISS PRYOR.
Miss Pryor stands near surrounded by a
bevy Of admirers. Her classic features and
woudrously graceful carriage charm US.
Such bevy of happy young girls. There
is pretty little Miss Van WICK handsome
Miss nman Miss Mitchell. Miss Day. slight
Of figure and brown Dyed the Misses Tucker,
Miss Brown and hosts Of others, arrayed IN
robes Of yellow pink, mauve and white,
blended with soft iaces, mingling with their
chAperOns. stately danes in velvet and bro
cadeS aglow with Jewels.
So the thrOng goes on. There are young
men in full dress eager and expectant. each
one lowering around some gladstone spirit,
eager 10 be his own true lady's knight, and
willing 10 do battle for one love glance.
These young men have true Southern chiy-
airy. even pausing in their exuberance to say
a few charming words % the wall flowers,
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nettes at the moving. brilliant panorama.
In the smiling throng we recognize Mr..
Belts, Mr.. Moore. Mr. Semmes. our two
young English friends, Mr.. Fletcher and MIR.
Shaw.
Mr. Chamblin, the champion horseman,
whose gallant ieats Of riding are the despair
Of his friends, Mr.. Payne. Mr. Warren. Mr..
Cook and Mr.. Taylor.
Mrs. Keim. Of Philadelphia. in q gown Of
lilac. almost shrOuded in flmY lace, attracts
me. Jewels sparkle in her hair and CLEAN at
her throat.
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
I scarcely know which TO admire the most
her stately mother, Mrs. Thomas. or the fair
daughter.
Mr.. and Mrs Henry: who could think of the
old White without recalling their charm Of
manner and restful presence SO many de-
lightful people-Mrs. Elliott, with her bril-
liant conversational powers; DR.. Barten, of
Norfolk, Mrs. Carter Mrs. Pryor. Mrs. Rob
ertson Mrs. Haxall. Mrs. Stewart. Mrs.
Moorehead. Mrs Skinker. Rev. lr. and.llrs.
Forest. Mrs. Camm, whose lovely voice and
sweet face charm every one
Everybody seemed 10 have enjoyed them
selves. There have been card parties suppers.
dinners. &c Mrs Croker. Mrs. Symonds.
Mrs Knowles Mrs. atimer and many others
have given most enjoyable parties-haye made
their friends most happy.
Miss Birdie Brown had a lovely supper given
in her honor; so had Miss Iriplett and Miss
Jackson, of New Orleans.
Nobody has been forgotten. The children
had fairy dance. They danced and smiled
cheeks like carnations eyes like glow
ing stars now whirin2 in some dizzy waltz
or grayely dancing the stately mnuet. as
proudly as some powdered dame Of the long
ago.
miss many faces. Some they tell us have
married; others they say. with quivering lips.
have passed beyond the gates-alasl
ELIZABETH LANDER PETREE.