The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-08-13
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f.enoy Mass. August 1.-THE blooming
Of the cardinal flower is the sign for the
awakening of Lenox.
Blood-red with the heats and the fer
vors of midsummer, passionately sad with
rebellious forebodings of autumn, its tall
spikes stand stiff and sentinel-like above
the deep, silent pools into which the noun
tain brooks have thrown themselves, and
are mirrored beside the strange, beautiful
cloud slopes that Hawthorne used to watch
from the windows of the little red shan
| ty" Abroad on hill slope and pasture
shimmers the sun-loving goldenrod, and
the heavy air compels to memories ana
dreams, when suddenly the slumbrous
stiffness is broken by peal of dangerous
music. and out of the warm and fragrant
greenness of the bowery road comes the
nsistent call of the bugle, to be followed
by the clank of harness, and there flashes
into view a great, rocking, lurching coach
| covered with gay psrasols and leaving be-
hind, as 1t vanishes, an echo of talk and
laughter.
The quiet of the Berkshires is broken.
The season has begun
And the season means great house par
ties of the English sort, with high, SNOWY
English traps careering through the hill
side lanes; it means the pink of the golhng
coat and the white of duck trousers and
skirts brilliant against grass and sky; it
means old English dances on the green
and furious Virginia reels or the mad and
merry new Albany in pumpkin hung and
lantern lighted barns; it means harvest
homes and straw rides and moonlingt
drives to Stockbridge bowl; it means the
healthiest and happiest outdoor life lived
at any resort in the country.
~
The girl who in July at Newport froze
you with her icy conventionality is scarce
gust as she smiles gaily at you from the
depths of gorgeous, Roman-striped ham,
mock. whose glowing scarlet and rose
tinted cushions sway gently beneath a
huge. dropping elm. With the fog and
damp of the sea city she has put aside
its blase air of the utterly what, and the
bicycle that leans against the tree trunk,
ready to take her to the links If she tires
of magazine or novel, and the gray felt
hat, swathed with warm hued oriental silk
and tossed lightly on the grass, are as
eloquent as is her ready laugh of the
change that comes upon the maid who
goes to Berkshire.
In Lenox. Boston and New York meet
and the Manhattan girl in her long, rasp-
berry red drivingcoat her pretty feet
crossed upon the immaculate leather of
SNOWY cart, gazes down at intellectual
danes from the Hub, who, lorgnette in
hand, clad in sedate gowns of ecru linen
set off with black ribbons, hunt for traces
of Hawthorne in the country where he
wrote THE House of the Seven Ga
bles."
To Lenox come also languorous women
from the South and piquant Westerners
who have broken out in an epidemic of
color effects in hats, jackets and hosiery
that give the shady roads and hillside |
lanes the appearance of entertaining the
members of a Hungarian band.
~
Look at the break that draws up be- |
fore the one inn in Lenox the pair of |
lively bays that draw it dancing under |
Look at the girl herself as from her high |
seat she cools and steades them The
"duster," universal on these roads, has
slipped back. and the daring colors of her
figured silk dress--checker boards Hf this
tle-red, forest-green and cream white
thrown on a cream ground-give you one
reason why the fair and gentle driver is
famous as the most dashng girl in the
Berkshires. Note the absurdly small. tri-
angular bolero that decorates the front of
her frock-thistle-r red silk with garnish-
ings OF cream colored silk braid; note
the bold and original effect of the lines
of black that draw the eye down to the
trim waist, and the dainty white vest
and stock of null and satin. Note the
broad summer hat fiat brimmed. yet high
crowned; trimmed with thistles and red