The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-20

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call up her husband from his club
or office, or listen to an interesting
speech at her own club, all without
stirring her crimped head from the pill
low.
In a sense, it is to be wondered at
that American women should attempt
to, in any way, conceal the use of the
powder box. But it is fact that most
of them do. In the observation of the
writer the most beautiful women in the
world are to be found among the young
Cubans and they consider powder
more indispensable adjunct to the tot
let than soap and water-a primal ne
cessity to her attractiveness, which it
is her religious duty to foster and pre-
serve. All classes and conditions are
welded to the puff. from the grand
dame of fashion to the little orphan in
the asylum from the crumpled-visaged
octogenarian to the rosy checked child
OF half dozen summers. In La Corona,
the largest factory in Havana, 10
o'clock is the breakfast hour, and when
the hands of the clock point to 9.45 ev-
cry girl stops work and reaches for her
powder box. That Is minutes is need
ed to assume the mask of powder to
make themselves presentable before
going on the street.
In all her long and exciting career,
the wife of Hugo Gerald de Battle never
made an utteranee that furnished more
amusement to newspaper men than the
one she made in the newspaper inter
view they held with her a few days
ago. 1t was on the night of her we'd
ding. 1.-THE very idea of newspaper
comment makes me nervous and then
with worried look, 81 hope the news
papers will speak nicely of our we'd
ding, now that the news has Leaked
out!" This from the lady who was
once known as the Jersey Lily" and
whose escapades were the talk of two
continents. She says that Mr.. Froh-
man is arranging for an American tour
and that she will bring her husband
along. So the people of Worcester may
have chance to see him, after all.
Mrs. George H. Gould leaves Cottage
City Monday, where she has been
spending fortnight, for her summer
home in Paxton. She will give a talk
on shells on the 24th at Paxton.
Miss Eleanor Baldwin leaves Marion
Monday for week at Siasconset.
Mrs Rider and Miss Florence Rider
of Kendall place are spending a fort
night at Lancaster.
Mr.. and Mrs. Arthur Higgins have re-
turned from a six-weeks stay at Scit-
uate and are stopping at the home of
Mrs. Baliven on Bowdoin street.
Among all the curiously named or
sanizations in England none has a more
interesting. origin than the Society of
the Queens Kiss, the last membA' of
which is said to have died recently in
Essex. In the current number of Har-
per's Bazaar a writer gives the story of
its foundation, as told originally in a
London paper. 1t is said that when
the present queen was only year old
she was taking the air in the park
when her perambulator was suddenly
held up by a number of young girls.
who, after bribing the nurse with sill
yer, each in turn kissed the royal ba-
by.
The story is that these girls formed
themselves into the Society of the
Queens Kiss and from time to time
in later days brought their amusing but
intensely loyal society to the queens
remembrance.
Can this be a true story" asks the
Bazar, 'or are British royal infants all
ways accompanied by grenadiers when
they go out for air? Even grenadiers
might be corruptible, especially bv
children! 1t is a pretty story anyway
and we may credit it until the queen S
denial comes to hand"
To man who has been dead nearly
i've years, everything would be forgiy-
en-, probably, except his resurrection +"
These are the opening words of A. w.
Marchmont'S new novel, "a Dash for
Throne" now in the press of the New
Amsterdam Book company of New
York. The opening sentence here quoted
is indicative of Mr.. Marchmont's unique
style. The book will doubtless create a
sensation and prove one of the success
es of the year.
A popular feature of Elizabeth Stuart
Phelps writings is the happy blending
of lively humor and tender pathos
which always characterizes and illum-
mates them. These qualities were per-
haps never more in evidence than in her
latest and most touching story, Love
liness" which appears in the August
Atlantic. But the element which will at
tract the widest attention to the story
and call forth the liveliest discussion
over 1t, is its outspoken and trenchant
attack upon the practice of vivisection
and the methods of the vivisectors.
LONELINESS" is a silver Yorkshire
terrier" stolen from a delicate little
girl whose life is actually wavering in
the balance through her grief over the
loss of her beloved pet, when her father,
a college professor discovers the miss
ing favorite in the operating room of
the medical school of his own univer-
sity, and under the very scalpel Of the
operator, kissing his vivisector's
hand"
The authors indignation that such
things should be tolerated in these
days is expressed in no uncertain terms.
The defenders of those who practice
what she denominates 'the worst tor
ture Of all, that reserved by wisdom and
power for the dumb, the undefended
and the small" will need to use their
best weapons to meet the thrilling in
dictment drawn by her in her brilliant
assault upon what she believes to be
organized and scientific cruelty.
THE SUMMER GIRL.
When each returning season brings
The robins and the roses
The fair and fluffy summer girl
Her charming face discloses;
She dances by the mountain lakes
In snowy tulle and spangles,
Or mingles with the breakers roar
The tinkle of her bangles.
The violets delicious breath