Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-03-15

| lery, where the Hungarian Banu
played, and crowds stilI fingered. One
feels in a strange land. Tue walls of
the large room are crimson and gold;
softly tinted light comes from the
ceiling and falls on the great pictures
of some of the greatest artists in
the world. Bouguereau, Millet, For
tuDy and Munkacsy. One can never
stay long enough The noise of
the carriages in the street, the hum of
voices in your ears, the chatter in
Italian, French, and Spaoish-all
sonnd unreal; and you look at the
Virgin and the Angels"-ani almost
think you hear the notes of the violin
--as the angel touches the striugs-fo.
the "holy Child Jesus"-the little
babylon its mothers lap. Beow the
paintings on tables and stands
are vases of all sizes and quaint de-
sign, filled with American beauty
roses fully three feet high-like big
bush of our own roses in June. Jar
of pale lilacs, pots of aZalias standing
IN inches and corners loaded with red
and white bloom. Then, sitting and
standing, against the huge tiled man
tel and immense fireplace, was the
band in Hum arian costume, red an
blue jackets, black, long legged boots
and trousers striped with white. They
are very dark, quite brown, with hair
Ike jet-and Spanish looking eyes.
They have Ii wonderful either, large as
a good sized table which is swept in
the widest manner, adding much to
the weird sad strains of four violins,
and two 'celIos. They looked bit of
Eastern life among the Persian En-
broideries, divans, Turkish chairs, gold
brocades, altar cloths and bronzes.
The harmony of light and music,
the strains of this foreign band playing
the lonely, odd songs of their native
country. in this crowd of American
people, was a novel and delightful ex-
psrience. You pay little attention TO
the young man who pokes his elbows
into your facs, as he shakes hands
with somebody, the new way ION a
level with ones face); you don't notice
the big man, or bigger woman, who
pushes you against the wall; you have
an unspea kable quiet within yourself.
The music, the pictures, the soft lights
and the rosesl No matter whether the
common people," or the people of
power and position mot always un-
ltt VI oibh
and politics, or the ranks OF scrlmplng
poverty, push by you; no matter If
possible uucertainty Of "who is who"
stand close be,ide you. 1t is cabinet
Day" everybody goes, and 1t Is the
PEOPLES good pleasure to dc honor to
| those chosen for them and by them.
One can look ssrcas stically and disagree
ably upon almost everything if one will,
and American customs are not always
''above reproach, but the duties i'm
posed upon wealth and position are
| just as sacred as those in quiet home
life. Women who are tender counsel
ors and advisers, comrades and COM
panions, to our greatest, busiest and
| best men; mothers, whose children are
carefully educated and cared, for are
frequently amoug the wives of our
public men. Many a woman IN our
capital city, has served our great coun-
try well IN the public duties OF her
position, chaiitably, Loyalty and has
given of her grace, beauty and cul-
ture, her best, to the people who do
her honor, and choose her husband to
represent themselves.
MARGARET SPENCER.