The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1898-06-25

or them. we Qanceu the reuoWh 1ttiu
the mazurka, the polka and the Circas-
sian circle, as well as the schottische,
plain and highland. And we waltzed
quite as much as our elders thought
seemly. Are these dances all dead?
Were we born in an age more light
hearted and light-footed than this, an
age that thought it no scorn to pay at
tention to its figures and to vary It's
steps in the dance? Or is 1t that we
have grown so old and dull that we are
only asked to dull parties and that
somewhere or other, in Chaplain per-
haps, to whose paths my foot sas SO
long been a stranger, there are stlll
happy gatherings of young people, who
laugh and talk and cry of themselves
to the inspiring measure of the redowa
and the mazurka?
"You are most unfair" said my wife,
you know you went to dance last
week. You waltzed all night. heard
you telling the youngest Hammerton
girl that it was lovely dance, and
that she was a star or something
"You are right" I admitted hand
somely THAT dance was not dance
of death--though we waltSed most of
the time. How do you account for it?'
my dear boy" she said, 'it is easily
accounted for. Now, say it's catechism
like a good child. How many things
are necessary to a. successful dancer
1.-TWO only"
"Quite right. And they are?"
Youth and good conscience" I an
swered with sigh.
Nothing of the kind. Why, even
you enjoyed yourself at the Rowes'.
The two things are plenty to drink and
plenty of flirtation,"
my dearest" ! urged, these shock
ing sentiments
ooh, you know what 7 mean" she
went on, pulling my hair little; ut
need not be strong drink; claret cup
will do; but there must be lashings and
lawns of it. Last night I saw some
heartrending scenes--a young man
bending over his pardner-'Miss Jones,
let me get you some claret cup Then
Miss Jones served up the inevitable
mince-it's a relic of the sixties when
they wore chignons-and said, oh, no,
thank you But when he urged her
she yielded with that graceful compli-
ance which is wonan's highest what
do-you-o all-it? and he went to fetch
the stuff. Presently he came back,
looking very uncomfry, and whispered,
TIM so sorry, but there isn't any more
claret cup. Miss Jones smiled as well
as she could, poor thing. She is older
| than / am, and waltzing Is hardish
work, though admit it's nothing to
| the lancers and said that lemonade
would do nicely And there wasn't any
more of that. 1t was a spectacle fur
tesrs."
| HYour eloquence," I said, your ex-
! treme eloquence convinces me on that
| point. But about the Irritation; surely
you don't approve"-
perhaps I used the wrong word-I
mean that everybody ought to pretend
to think every one else little weeny
| bit nicer than he really does. That's
| all. You ought to have a compliment
or two for each of your partners.
| Nothing brightens a dance like compli-
ments Don't you find it so? Last
night was awful. Nobody said any
thing nice to anybody else, and heard
two people in the conservatory talking
/, about the aims of art! The aims of
artl'
1--WE used to find something else to
talk about" said I.
"Oh, that she answered with fine
scorn II don't mean love-making, but
. BY the way, dear. did you call
anybody a star last night?"
How could I, in that atmosphere, .
said /, with Monson looking like a
mute entrapped into appearing at his
own funeral. and Mrs Monson wonder
ing how soon it would be over"
"Thatsit," said She "if our host and
! hostess had only known of the two
great things needful for q dance al
would have been otherwise. Mrs. Mon
son would have invited the sort of peo-
pie you could calstars or daisies Y,
something, and Mr.. Monson would have
seen to the claret cut and the lemon.
ade. One reason why Mr.. Rowe's
dance was so nice was that from the
very beginning Mr.. Rowe began tx
make pleasant speeches to the women
and to ask the men what they woult
have to drink, and Mrs. Rowe laughed
the whole evening as If she had never
enjoyed herself so much in all her life
Consequently we enjoyed ourselves
too. They are heroic people,"
"How?"
''She had horrid neuralgia the whole
time, and he had lost a lot in the cit.
the day before, but they meant Il
make their dance go. and it did"
"a euriously placed heroism."
mot a bit, If a things worth doint