Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-05-17
"AT HOME"

an TAT home" is simple Take out all the
small tables, books and trifes that make
the room look homelike, arrange the sofas
and chairs against the walls, order in more
lights and more flowers than are deemed
sufficient for ordinary home eyes and noses,
exhibit your lion or iioness, let your guests
be more numerous than your cubic feet of
space, cook them for an hour in gas heat
ed atmospbere-and the desired result is
attained
Next morning will appear in The M
P Gin very small type the following
paragraph:
Mrs. Leo Hunter had reception last
night at 1914 Chapel street, which was
very numerously attended. Among the
guests were the Finland ambassador and
Nine. Kandainsha, Lord and Lady Tom
noddy and Hon. Misses Tomnoddy three,
Mgr. O'Lara, General Sir Caractacus and
Lady Bombastes, Mr. Monaghan, Mr.. LIE
Ching and Others"
The next night Mrs. Leo Hunter ascends
Lady Tomnoddy's staircase. and finds her
ladyship "at homen on the landing, and
shakes hands with the butler, under the
impression that he is her host So he is
for the night-has he not control of the
wine cellarl Even John, the footman,
says to the young Hon. Master Tomnoddy,
Come, now, can't ave you fngerin my
plate" my" plate, forsooth And this
is being Eat home"
do not often attend such festivities, as
my lot is cast in the country, but once a
year stay with an elderly cousin in South
Eaton place, and she takes me a prescribed
course" of theaters, concerts and Eat
homes" much as later in the year she ad-
journs to HOmburg or Kissengen, and goes
through "cogrse" of baths and tumblers
of highly favored water.
It is ''the thing" to do, so she does it,
with large expenditure of time, money
end pasteboard. Pasteboard is the amnu-
milton that carries the outworks, storms
the strongholds and is left afterward with
other debris when the battle is over-meta-
phorically speaking.
When | make my yearly appearance in
fashionable society, look around with
amusement at the heads Of the young ladies
of the period. One year their am Der, chest
nut, or dusky tresses according to your
favorite novelist) fall in loose knots at the
nape Of the neck, the next they creep slowly
mp the head and cluster in sausagelike
curis on the extreme top next a birds nest,
then pineapple resting at an angle of
40 degs. Meanwhile my own plaits remain
harmlessly where habit, and not fashion,
has decreed is the proper place for them,
Some kind friend told me the other day
that Jack Frost had laid stealthy finger
upon me, and, looking at myself in a strong
light, saw some silyery threads here and
there, Let them be. / could not grow
younger If would, and | would not if /
could. God is merciful-he does not re-
quire me to go through the past again.
Once mora | am an onloOkar -,
Etheldreda's lat home" | know nv host |
slightly; he took me into dinner last week /
at Cousin Elizabeth's house, and for two
hours we discussed the weather, the menu
and fair trade, or free trade-I forget
which. l know my hostess gold colored
dress as well as know her; she wore it on
the same occasion, but / do not know
their guests.
Inc noise in the large drawing room re-
minds me of the parrot house at the 70
olog1cal gardens, but perhaps that is only
because am not a human macaw or cock
atoo myself Cousin Elizabeth has wan
dered of with an elderly diplomatist.
am hemmed in by a fashionably stout
young matroR and an attenaated Young
man. 1t is impossible to move, so / resign
myself and listen to their conversation.
People do not usually confide secrets at the
top Of their voices
so he went TO Australia" the Young
matron finishes her story impressiveiy.
But whyf" urges the young man, who
has evidently not been attending.
NO one knows exactly. He was really
clever, you know, wrote books" Gin a tone
OF awe), "and went everywhere He was
private secretary TO Disraeli or Gladstone
or somebody, and the girls father QUAR-
relied with him about politics, and forbade
MN the house. And she was a patient
1rlzel-sort OF daughter, and-let him 60"
And Crofton went to Australian" the
young man repeats thoughtfully. "He
was in my year at Cambridge, and INV
first friend. | should like 10 see bin,
again; some one told me he was coming
home"
The conversation interests me So an
other grill mean middle aged woman
has been sacrificed to her fathers whita
She to politics, to trade. When Neville
'Surtees asked me long ago, in that pleas
ant May term at Cambridge to be his
wife, had consented gladly, readily; but
when he asked my father to give his con-
sent, very serious blow awaited us
who Is Neville Surteesfn asked INV
father blandly II will never give nv
only child to anybody. The Surtees are in
trade, the son is to be partnerP No mat
ter that he is clever, and an unpaid secre-
tary to cabinet minister ali the more
fool he, my dear, for doing somebody's
dirty work without getting paid for it. II
you marry Surtees, Dulce, you will never
have farthing of my money, and what is
more, You will never see my face again.
So choose between us. You know mean ,
what say"
How well | remember his look. his ewes ,
his whole face set in lines of
obstinate Immortality. Yes, knew that
he meant what he said, and calling To
mind the lesson my mother taught me !
before she left this weary life, namely.
hat "honoring" your parents included :
loving" and "obeying" them, I-sspt !
Neville away. 4
What matter that my heart broke' He
,ould not have cared, for all these weary J