Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1891-02-26

NEW YORK, req. 24- we near every
day of people who get black and bluein
their efforts to climb the social ladder.
We hear Of people who arc scornfully
spoken Of as among the "social climb
ers, and every now and then somebody
wonders if they will reach the height to
which they are climbing, They will if
hey have skins like appropriateness
AND plenty of money; if they do not
mind being snubbed by woman, and
then approaching her the next day with
smile, expecting another snub, willing
10 take it, and yet to smile again the day
after. They must also learn that two
kicks down the rounds of the ladder
which they wish to climb must only
give them impetus TO fly up five more.
They must be willing to spend money,
and spend il in great quantities, and
they must run after lion, try to cap
ture him, and exhibit him in golden
chains in their drawing-rooms; but,
above all, they must feed their guests
well, and that is where the social
climber too often makes mistake.
RUNGs OF THE SOCIAL LADDER.
Mrs. Blueblood can afford to offer her
guests pale claret cup and waters, but
Mrs. Climber cannot content hers with
anything less than flzz, terrapin, and
game. To make her people satisfied
with themselves, she must give them OF
the best in the land. Her rewardg Well,
it is in the hereafter. When she gets
where she wants 10 go, when she has
reached the height of bliss she can snub
women who are trying to follow her
example, and she can cut off her visit
ing list all those who helped her in her
early struggles, but whom she counts as
belonging to the ineligibles nowadays
There are always few women who will
not assist the climber, no matter how
much money she may spend or how
entirely she may submit TO being kicked
--metaphorically, OF course
now WOMAN CUTS WOMAN.
One delightful woman here will con
troll the people who visit at her house,
and once, when well-Rnown climber
went mp to her and said, 81 am going to
do myself the pleasure of coming to
your next Tuesday" she was looked at
through a pair of lorgnettes by a pair of
piercing gray eyes, and the answer came
with beautiful clearness, Il do not adj
nit to my house people who are not on
my visiting list
Another woman, who thought that by
gushing and giving great deal Of per-
sonal information she could get where
she wished, grew very familiar with a
young married woman and said to her,
IL wonder that you use rouge; didn't
know anybody but the demi-monde did
that" With sweet smile the naughty
young matron answered, "You are very
fortunate in knowing anything about
their habits or them; my acquaintance
have always been in different set" AS
this was audible to the entire room, the
would-he familiar friend was most beau
tifully cut.
TWO KINDS OF WOMEN.
That woman is an abomination upon
the face of the earth who goes around
gossiping to the rest of womankind
about the habits, costumes, and special
friends of women of the other world.
She can never really account creditably
for this knowledge, and her listener has
perfect right to conclude that she has
acquaintanees among them, although it
is most probable she has gathered her
stories from different men. American
women are learning to do like their
French sisters--i. e., to entirely ignore
these ladies, and when they meet them
to stare as blankly as if there was no
material figure near them. This is the
art of the woman of the world, who
never sees the disagreeable in life.
RIDER HAGGARD LEAVES AN IMPRESSION
1t is probable that nobody has left
such a pleasant impression of himself
I that is, no English body-as Mr.. Rider
Haggard. He was only here little
while, but during that time both he and
his wife were made much of and enter
tanned, and they showed that they thor
oughly liked it,
Wide travel has taken away from them
the insular preiudices of the average
English, and they are prepared to meet
the pleasant smile with pleasant, not
condescending one, and to find good
wherever goodness and kindliness are
to be met. Mrs. Haggard is most de-
voted wife, her husbands companion
wherever he goes, and so pleased were
they with the people whom they saw in
New York that they think of returning
this way TO meet their new friends again.
Haven't you great liking for the man
who wrote king Solomon's Mines and
''Cleopatra And haven't you a
great scorn for those people
who, worn out mentally, talk
of imagination as il il were a language
that could be learned, rather than a
gift straight from God at ones birth ?
And don't you think these same
priggish writers, who will give you
reams on the family purse, discuss
woman's position in the political
world, whether society women ought to
wear low-neck gowns, ministers white
ties, and actors fur-lined overcoats,
would be much more desirable if they
had a little Imagination? Don't YOU
suppose that all the people who have
given delight in books, from Shakes
peare to Mother Goose, have been
people of vivid imagination? 1t makes
me feel as if should like to be John l..
Sullivan, and fell to the earth those
commonplace, matter-of-fact critics who
dip their pens in acid and write words
that mark them asses.
SOME PORTRAITS OF AUTHORS.
Apropos Of writers,it is curious to hear
the discussions about them when their
pictures have been seen. Mr.. Haggard is
extremely picturesque-looking, and a
picture OF him with an orchid in his but,
tonhole is that of man earnest, bright
imaginative and agreeable. Two Other
pictures furnish curious contrasts; they
are those of Jerome X. Jeromea and Rud-
yard Kipling. One thing that makes
them look alike for second is that each
man wears a moustache and eyeglasses
and yet when you look into the faces
closely you discover how absolutely dis
similar they are. Jerome's face is that
of man who is loyeable, and who
would be loved by everybody around
him. There is keen sense of humoi