Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-11-02


NEW YoRK. Oct. 27.-Sometimes | get
very tired of being an American. We are
30 brutally, youthfnlly sure of ourselves.
never think of Yankee Doodlethat am
not reminded of the many-hued BARNARD
cock, who goes out and does a deal of
growing because the hen has laid an egg.
We are so abnormally self-satsled. We
not only think we have got the biggest of
everything, but we have a decidedly
childish way of Growing about it, and Of
forcing it on other people. Once in
while, 1t would be good scheme to let our
virtues be discovered; but oh no, that
wouldn't suit us. We have got to stand up
and whoop that we have got the finest
country and the greatest government. the
best dressed women, and the biggest fruit,
and more names for drink than any
other land.
ABOUT THE WOMEN, IT Is ALL RIGHT.
But just put yourself in the place Of a
foreigner who has come to this country;
take up the morning paper and draw your
own conclusions. According to the chosen
mirror, all the politicians are thieves; the
country is rapidly going to the baw-wows,
and civil war is imminent. Then taste
our big fruit-it has no flavor. Hear
preacher dilate on the fine morality of this
country, and then, returning to that
mirror of life, the newspaper read about
the divorces in it. Oh, how we do love to
pat ourselves and say how fine we are. AT
the time OF the international yacht race,
New York behaved in a manner that
would have been discreditable to a mining
town. And, on my word of honor, be-
lieve that in q mining town there would
have been somebody who would have
realized the courtesy due to the stranger in
our midst. Between you and me, think
the west and the south would have been
ashamed of that race. The gentleman who
brought his yacht over here, owned it
himself, and the impression generally was
that he was to sail against u yacht owned
by another gentleman. But oh no, that
didn't suit New Yorks commercial taste
The. American yacht was owned by
syndicate, and was as much a commercial
affair as selling pound of beef. And
then we talk about our millionaires,
They may have money, but they don't
know how to spend 1t. Tue south and the
west understand that better. Naturally, we
can't help being new, and that is our mis-
fortune, but we can help smelling so strong
OF varnish that it sickens people. The New
York millionaire has vague idea that he
can buy anything, Well it is pretty nearly
true, am sorry to say. But will tell you
what he can't buy; he can't buy the Eng
fish press for the simple reason that when
i attacks people, the editor can be had up
Tor libel; he can't buy the simple, innocent
good manners that are found south and
more to be commended than the know it.
all, blase air which the growing million-
are affects. i heard a woman, not very
long ago, laugh about a southern girl who
sad, when dining with her last winter,
that 1t was the first time in her life she had
ever tasted strawberries at Christmas The
hostess thought this very funny, but |,
who am blessed with very good memory
could see before me the time when this
glrps people had wealth and position, and
when tine hostess, to whom straw berries at
christmas were not a novelty, was follow
ing the camp 20 which her husband was q
sutler. Why in the world don't people
sredit other people with some sense?
PUTTING ON AIRS.
Mademoiselle Nouveau Richie comes to
my little place to have a cup of tea, and
tells me about breaking a teacup for
which her mother paid $3.50, and adds, as
sympathiZe with her: "Oh, it don't make
any difference; there are plenty more where
that came FROM" And Madame Good-day
smiles pityingly at her ignorance. for she
Knows there are not plenty more where
that came from; that it was piece of old
and very fine china, and that it only got
where II did through the good taste OF the
collector, who furnished the bric-a-brac
for the Nouyeau Richie mansion. Made
inoiselle Good-taste laughs. and in spirit
OF fun announces that she won't have
Z lAcW cNchlilB uEtSS lot Lne winter, as she
had TO take her choice between the frock
or tickets to the opera, and, of course.
there could be no question as to her choice
Madame lmpudence says Just fancy I
ffancy not having single new evening
gown. why, l never wear mine more
than once"
And Mr.. Good-fellow, sitting quietly in
one corner, remembers when lmpudence
himself was a clerk to some brokers and
how there has always been doubt as to
where he got the money that he began to
speculate with; and he also remembers
THAT MRS lmpudence, who never wears an
evening gown but once, used to rejoice in a
new apron when she was young and
pretty girl, and waited on the table Ia her
mothers clearinghouse. in which young
lmpudence had hall room on the first
moor, counting from the top down.
nave been frozen into quietness by d
woman who refused TO speak to another
because there has been some queer story
about her. Now, the queer story is this
she had drunken husband, and duriup
the days and nights when she tried to care
Tor him, an honorable man was his friend
as well as hers. The drunken brute died
and year afterwards she married the
other man. And Mrs. Prude is sure thai
there must have been something oliepi
about it. Mrs. Prude is very good person
TO know about queer things In the early
Gays OF her life she resided in an establish
1neut that some people might think Il LITTLE
queer and men who don't know hesitate
70 say that ii Prrde hadn't married her
the papers would have been full of the let
ters he wrote TO her, and which com
promised number of other people. SIN
mas found it convenient to forget.
SICK AND TIRED OF GOSSIP.
Sometimes | get so sick and tired of /
all that want to rise up, tea cup in hand
and tell everybody the truth. / want /,
force them TO remember. 1t is a very goot
thing, this memory. When you are Saw
ing something rather nasty, just stop for
second and decide whether yOur words ~,
not like a boomerang, and whether the,
won't come and hit you, and hit WI
squarely. There are so very few OF us VIII,
haven't got perfectly formed skeleton
some place, and how many of lis woul,
like TO have that skeleton danced out !,
afternoon tea and permitted to show ever
bone he has, and exactly how they glttte
and glisten? There is a 5 o'clock tea har
that IS frequently called a skeleton party
u Is one OF the kind where you hear n
the troubles, worries and woes of YOU
most intimate friend. As you depart, yo
feel perfectly certain that you will be tn
next Nlctlm, and when everybody has gon
home, the hostess has the charming sens;
ton that her affairs have been duly din
cussed and the very worst posi- Bile though
and said about them. Horribly yuleal
isn't it2 Why can't people understan
that the ability TO find the bad in anybod
presupposes its existence IN the finder. 10
like always gravitates to like2 Don't yo
get tired, wofully tired, OF hearing abol
peoples vices2 And don't you wish tha
some one would rise up and say that il
bad form to know these things and wors
to talk about them?
You or like somebody immensely. w
meet busybody who says, in the mos
knowing way, ,,oh, you ought to hea