The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1892-07-28
ReoeptIon to Mrs. White.

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Mrs. White, of Moorehead, district
lecturer of the Ladies Auxiliary OF
the Columbian Exposition, at The
Norris Tuesday evening, July 10, was
highly successful and enjoyable.
1t goes without saying, that any
social event uuder the auspices OF
Mrs Judson Mrs. Pearce and others,
will be most complete in all its APP
pointments. Mr.. and Mrs. Judson
as host and hostess, with delightful
tact, made it very pleasant for every
one; all guests on arrival, being pre-
sented to Mrs. White and her charm
ing daughter. Mrs. White is lady
of very commanding presence;. of that
grace and beauty we associate with
the days ''when Madison was presi-
dent" The floral decorations were
very pretty, and many a quiet corner
was bower of beauty.
There was no set program, but
song and music fell like the spray of
the fountain at repeating intervals.
Miss Richards was in her best voice,
and favored the company with Chine
Eyes so Blue and Tender" and "The
Daily Question:" with much feeling
and expression. Her voice is sweet
and clear, and even in every register.
Miss Amy Wells rendered a piano
solo, "The Recollections of Home"
which was loudly applauded, and
gave one a hint of much to be ex-
pected in this direction. We cannot
recall Miss May Sutherland's gem
upon the piano, but she sang with
her fingers with charming technique
and expression. We were surprised
to find so much musical ability in a
town of this size. The refreshments
were dainty and served by the fairest
hands.
We would like to speak of the be-
coming toilets and the beauty of the
fair danes and maidens-"But why
dwell upon which is the fairest form,
when all are the same, the heart to
warm" There were Sc er lbuds of girls
present, who in their airy, delicate,
handsome gowns, seemed like flowers
of the fields of the air-blossom OF
girl, twas hard to tell which. We
drank our pun-lemonade we mean
in silence, standing, head uncovered,
while such reflections as these took
possession of us. A lovely woman is
the most beautiful thing in existence.
We would rather see a handsome
woman than the most wonderful
scenery nature can offer, or the most
marvellous work of immortal art, and
yet there is grace of mind and man
ner that is more lovely than mere
beauty, and to be womanly woman
is as much career as any other. We
have been asked how many were pres
ent; we do not know, no one could
tell. While the parlors and halls
were filed to overlooking, the
splendid night invited many out into
the soft and refreshing breeze, with
here and there twin shadows fitting
in the starlight. Twas these we
could not count. But we saw the
fire-fes, the pretty lucciole, as the
Italians call them, and was reminded
Of their charming legend. One can
not wonder that the poets love them,
and that the children believe them to
be fairies carrying their lanterns on
their road to dance in the magic circle
under the leaves in the woods. But
you know what the luccioli really are?
No. Oh! for shame! I heard it
when I was boy, from a dark-eyed
woman with mouth like rose, who
leaned out from her window in the
summer time and CLEANED them from
the acanthus coils and set them in
her hair. The -luccioli are just this
they are all the love words spoken.
Long, long ago the God Eros. be-
thought himself that it was sad that
things so beautiful should perish
with a breath, and thus musing said:
''These burning words, surely they
should be deathless, no mans mouth
is weary of them and no woman's ear
is tired, they ought surely to live for
eve! so, will give these sweet words
wings and fling them out upon the
summer nights and live their lives in
glory among the dewey darkness of
the myrtle and the rose." And so no
love words shall ever be lost, but
shine among the flowers as a luccioli.
Pardon the depression. Dancing con-
cluded the reception, when we
walked home in the light of the fire
flies and the stars, accompanied with
most pleasant thoughts. Viola tout.
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