The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-08-27

world has ever seen, but nobody has been
able to get at the bottom of it,
DO you find that women exercise any
great political power in WashingtOn?'
Mrs. Davis was, next asked, after a suf-
| fcient interval had elapsed, that excused
! the somewhat abrupt change of subject
| Power! No." emphatically. II do not
| think women do And it is rather strange,
| too, that they do not For, after all,
| power is the supreme thing in life. Love
that is fast becoming an episode in the
| lives of so many women, as it has al
| ways been in the lives of so many men.
| But pOwer-ah, that is something one can
! feel and enjoy to ones very finger tips.
| Still, 1 have not found that women pos
| sess it to any great extent. And l think
l know the reason why. 1t is not be-
| cause women are not ambitious They
are wildly so, some of them. But the
majority of them are supremely selfish,
! too, and the attainment of power implies
| a complete effacement of self One must
! school ones self perfectly-be all things
| to all men. She must study character,
| be always charming, always at her best
| So you see,' with a little shrug, the
| sacrifice is too great"
| ONE OF FRANCES NOBLE WOMEN.
'I have had the pleasure of meeting at
least one woman who in her day welded
considerable power. I refer to the ex-
Empress Eugene, whom [ met at the
Continental hotel in Paris during the
converting of the peace commission. She
is a dear, noble woman!' exclaimed Mrs.
Davis enthusiastically. Such charming
old-scool manners! Such a fine, high-bred
old face! And such infinitely pathetic
eyes AS I sat and talked with her, and,
by the way, she speaks charming Eng
fish, I could not help but wonder if the
Wordless sorrow expressed in those Won
derful eyes was regret for the husband
and son who passed away when life still
held much that was promising or
whether 1t was the loss of the pomp of
the Tuileries, the feted, petted existence
of the first lady of France that made
those eyes so woeful. Probably it was all
these, or, more probably, the loss of her
son drowned all other griefs 1 dreamed
of those eyes long while afterwards.
But now" with a confidential little
smile that proved conclusively Mrs. Da-
Wis had entirely forgotten that she was
talking to reporter, now I will tell you
what in all Washington interests me
most and what I love best. 1t is a GER
tain institute, home for little children.
1t shelters hundreds of them, some of
them perfect little beauties They are
sent In from homes where they have been
neglected-where perhaps they have been
subjected to evil infiuences-and in that
quiet, sunny retreat they have chance
to grow up from sweet innocent baby
hood to good manhood and good woman
hood
CHILDREN'S DEVOTED FRIENDS.
"The institute is not so far from where
the senator and myself live but that I
can spend several hours each week there,
and it is always happy time for me- I
have warm friends among those little
tots, and you know there are no friends
quite so loyal, quite so devoted as chill
dren. Often 1 carry them flowers. They
are like flowers themselves, with their
fair skins and shining hair, and is anus
ing to watch their pleasure over the bios
SONS.
But, now, I'm afraid my rather ram
bling talk must come to an end, for here
comes the senator, and I have not yet
dressed for dinner Please do not quote
me as saying anything very dreadful
and with a swift smile and little nod
Mrs Davis disappeared up the stairway