The morning news., 1892-02-21
A TEXAS GIRL IN WASHINGTON
National Fame Versus Physical Beauty
The Drum Major.

tCopyrioht, 1892 bv the United Press.)
WASHINGTON, Feb. 800. what a place
this isl What queer. variegated,
picturesque place. None of the stunning
rattle and din Of New York or Chicago
all broad. roomy streets, comparative
quietness and space.
Twas delighted with it from the first, the
wonderful assortment of odd humanity, the
different nationalities. the occasional uni
forms and foreign costumes. all made I'D a
sort of panorama that delighted my eve.
I5is almost as unlike New York as it Is
unlike Texas-this Washington. Yol see
here almost as many soft hats, and as much
tendency 20 an easy horidity in dress and
style as in Texes, and galloping horsemen
troopers, some of them, with long blue
overcoats Tapping about them-are almost
as numerous.
There is one thing observe here which
was, at first, very surprising to me, and
which l can only explain by the general
law Of compensation; refer to the large
number of distinguished looking nobodies,
and similar number of very ordinary, not
to say snuffy looking great persons.
who is this" ask breathlessly, as tall
white-haired man with falcon-like ewes and
nose, and cataract of white beard flowing
across his magnificent chest and shoulders
strides past US, with the bearing of war
rior prince.
o, don't know-nobody-a doorkeeper,
or clerk, or hanger-on. Here! Look here,
this is Senator H, or Hon. II" as lit
tie weedy looking man of no particular sort,
with features about as finely cut and ex-
presslve as those of an Early Rose potato
comes shuffiing along. his clothes looking as
though they had been given to him by
different charitably disposed persons (of
different sizes and tastes in dress) at differ
ent times.
Or we sit opposite man in a street car
who manicures his nails with the utmost
sincerity and artlessness, and large buck
horn handled jack-knife, and my companion
conveys to me the intelligence that he Is
Hon. q.
This. as say, is bewildering to the green
outsider! 1t is like getting into an apothe-
cary's shop where some Of the labels ap-
pear to have gotten swapped about
go to the Corcoran gallery and spend
the morning amid the glory that was
Greece and the grandeur that was Rome a.
and the lesser light Of more modern art, the
silent eloquence Of imperishable lea utY.
am with Phideas and Praxiteles / hold
familiar converse with Michael Angelo;
there he speaks generously to all, in his
majesty and might and sadness; l may
All about me are faces and forms Of
majesty, nobility, glorious strength, or
sweetness, beauty and love. All, it is
heavenl A pagan heaven, but a charming
and ennobling one; order. dignity, Just
and perfect and rhythmic beauty and pro-
portion.
lam inspired, uplifted; come away for
getful OF little mean things, my heart beat
ing fast with pure delight.
In the affPrn0On I 90 To gwa1l racankiop
A beautiful house, without and within, mil
linery, bric-a-brac, small talk, costumes,
refreshments and some of the great of our
city. LarosY, what makes 'em look so
different
was coming out OF the white house one
afternoon when, on the broad white steps of
what our yankee friends would call the
front stoop, | met pretty baby, all
alone, toilirg bravely up, his sweet face
very serious and intent as he set one
awkward little foot unsteadily on a step,
then brought the other Rravely up and
planted it beside the first. Those steps were
evidently a considerable undertaking for so
young a man, and he gave his whole atten-
tion to them, while his bright hair blew
about his eyes, under his white BAKERS cap
Hard they are to come up, baby; yes, and
much harder to go gracefully down.
Life. | think, must be very stale and fat
to an ex-PresIdent, and, a1 ex-Presidents
family.
As went out G street, which was COM
paratively quiet, / caught the distant blare
of trumpet, then. presently. the murmur
of drums apd the throbbing suggestion Of
marching feet. As land every 0ody else
within sight-paused and listened, some
companies of cadets came into sight, ths
slant sun cleaning along their gun barrels
and on their shining accouterments, and at
that moment the band struck into a stirring
march.
How we ell stop, and look, aud listen,