The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-09


of an odd number.
The Debutante-
All, wasn't that last dance divine!
A maze
OF leaping lights still round me shine
And blazel
The music circles round the room
Like warm lights floating over gloom,
Or sudden, tremulous perfume
From waxen lilies full in bloom,
And stays
Like softened memories of an hour
That drops its petals, like a flower,
But lives in pure, poetic power
Always.
Like stars that shine out in dream,
Your laughing blue eyes flashing CLEAN
On me.
/ quite forget your plighted pearl,
That dainty, slender, absent girl,
AS in the waltz's may whirl
Your breath just stirs my lghtest curl,
And free
My streaming ribbons fiuttering float,
In white relief against your coat;
Then, kissing, tangle round my throat
In glee.
Outside faint falls upon all things
Soft, SLOW
Like drifting plume from stainless wings,
Moon-snow.
Inside, the wine of life runs rare,
Flows through the throbbing of the air
And women revel in glare
With brilliant cheek and shining hair;
And go
With happy, fasry-winged feet
Through dreamy measures, light and fleet,
Set to rhythm wildly sweet
And low.
Ah, sweeter than all music heard,
or dance,
The. echo of your murmured word
Your glancel
Within my bosom, quick and keen,
I feel the beats of glad eighteen
While you-ah! my lord, l ween
Feel the soft influence of the scene
Enhance
Your memory of those wondrous eyes
Bluer than blue Italian skies
NThat now would view you with surprise?
Perehance
Alas, for rosy-hued romance,
Mon cher!
To-morrow's sunlights earliest glance
VIII bear
Oblivion to all thoughts of you,
The tenderness that rippled through
Your low-voiced, eloquent adieu;
In fine, I'll sigh for something new
And rare
Tonight, l see the shining flash
Orwell, Ii is your blonde mustache-
So, there!
Margaret Hunt Brisbane in New Or
leans Times-Democrat.
Q, Death when thou shalt come to me
From out thy dark, where she is now
Come not with graveyard smell on thee
Or withered roses on thy brow.
| Come not, Q, Death, with hollow tone,
And soundless step, and clammy hand
Lo, am now no less alone
Than in thy desolate, doubtful land;
But with that sweet and subtle scent
That ever chung about her (such
AS with all things she brushed was blesO;
And with her quick and tender touch.
With the dim gold that lit her hair
Crown myself, Death; let fan thy tread
So light that l may dream her there
And turn upon my dying bed,
From The Poems or H. c. Drummer"
copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons.
II am Livingston, and as such I have
| a better right than anybody else to say
who shall constitute the best society.
There are not more than a hundred per-
sons in New York who are qualified by
birth, wealth and social ambition to make
up the best society.
There are not more than hundred per-
|
ually during the year..
Upon this solid line of thought Mrs Mills
has builded up her queendom. She has set
the example of not visiting or inviting
more than seventy-fve. Her private Sec
rotary knows this limited list by heart
and promptly destroys invitations from
| impertnent. intruding outsiders Mrs
| Mills is proud as the daughter of thou
| sand earls over the fact that she is a de-
scendant of the Livngstons, who can trace
| their ancestry back to the period prior to
| the revolution. That is not all, however
The source OF the great pride is found
in the circumstance that the family has
never made the mistake of growing poor
| They have been wealthy from the first
when they were-squatters is an inelegant
word-were domiciled upon a large tract
of land on the banks of the Hudson The
! quaint old proverb. Who hath a goose
! shall get q goose Is forever being enact
ed in society The wealthy Miss Living
ston attained further wealth upon marry
ing the son of d. Q. Mills.
No other name can be mentioned in the
| same breath with the name of Mrs. Mills
| but that of her co-ruler. Mrs Sloane. The
| beauty of the latter lady is calculated to
strike envy to the hearts of her dearest
foes, beauty that would almost dwarf to
| insignihcance the Importance even of fam
| lily. Many have been the thrilling tilts he
| tween the two leaders. In the final combat
| they seem to have found themselves of
equal strength.
1t was at Newport where they met con-
stantly last summer, that they came to a
friendly agreement, after q horrible feud
in which each lady had relenlessiy cut the
| other with scarless gashes of sarcasm
Lake all true warriors, each had an inward
admiration for the others bravery, so they
eventually kissed and made up.
Those only are admitted into the seven
| tV-fiVp who have 0QiurG1 avery NJ hor ain,
in life than that of being society leaders
| Society is q jealous master and will brook
no rivalry The first requisite of a seventy
| flyer Is necessarily money. the second
undivided energy, after that comes family.
position, influence, taste beauty, etc. AS
| TO brilliancy. learning, industry and wit.
| while they do not inevitably bar one, they
| will be found heavy handicaps in the race
| for social distinction Fathers, husbands
and brothers who are impossible" enough
10 devote a small portion Of their time