St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-07-26
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THINKS SHE is HAPPY.
A Visitor to Mary Anderson's
Home Says She Looks as BeautI-
full az Ever.

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Home Says She Looks as Beauti-
full az Ever.
For the best part of the last twelve
months Mr.. and Mrs. De Navarro have
been living at Tunbridge Wells, in the
green neighborhood of which they have
determined to settle down definitely in
pretty house, says the Pail Mall Ca
zctte. Between household occupations
and discoveries, the long rambles
through the lanes and byways, in which
husband and wife tUke an equal delight,
the study OF Spanish pursued by Mrs.
De Navarro under her husbands tut
ton, the evenings devoted to music Ito
which both are pasSiOnately devoted,
while MIR. De Navarro is high-class
performer rs we'll as counolsseur and
composer), and the intercourse with
few friends complete their daily routine.
All Tunbridge Wells has from the
first shown itself not only willing but
eager to fete and welcome 1.-THE De Ma
varros." Unfortunately, these strenu-
GUS endeavorS have so far met with
very little response. Ii you go to the
Roman Catholic church down In the
town, you may, Sunday after Sunday
mostly at early mass, as we'll as during
the chief service of the day-see Mr..
and Mrs De Navarro. side by side, look
ing into the same book, and joining In
the service with the devoutneSS for
which Miss Mary Anderson has
always had the reputation, which
is fully shared by Mr.. Antonio
De Navarro. They are unwearying
walkers. too. The lady who has had
more social and artistic triumphs and
successes than fall to the share OF many
women, be they never SO fair and ac-
complished, and the gentleman who
has travelled over the best part of the
globe and enjoys the intimate friend
Ship of many an eminent musician,
think it neither mira dig. nor dull to
spend a sunny afternoon Ill a quiet
game of croquet or tennis, or an easy
chat with friends whose literary and
al tistic interests preclude the cOnVersa-
ton from ever falling to the level of
average society.
Ii was i'm the drawing room OF one of
the pretty country houses on the hill
slopes above TunbIidge Wells that l
met Mr. and Mrs. De Navarro day or
two ago. OF course, had hearn dim
rumOrS that Miss Mary Anderson"
was completely broken down in health;
that she was "a wreck of her former
self" pale, and-a favOrite society
phrase gone off" altogether. 1t was,
therefore, with considerable surprise
that | looked up to the radi-
ant woman entering the room,
her figure as queenly as ever. her face
as beautiful and flushed with the
healthy tinge that follows al outdoor
lite in pure air and pleasant surround
ings. and her eyes flashing with happi-
ness and high spirits. Her dress was
elegant but simple. She wears the
close-fitting sage-green costume with
the unequaled grace we have learned
to appreciate since we saw Miss Mary
Anderson as Galatea, but which is coll
sidered to ''go' only with the clinging
draperies of ancient Greece.
MIR. De Navarro, if his wife expressed
! the wish to return to the stage, would
never think of preventing her; he has
| far too much of the artists soul not
to sympathize to the full with the long
ings to express in acting, or painting or
music what stirs the heart and mind.
But, no; she had the choice between
public life of triumph and success and
very simple, retired home life; she has
chosen the latter and is radiantly happy
| in it.