The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-07-23
In Butte.

Entire Nous night is always a thing
of joy. whether it be a night in the
ball room, followed by tete-a-tete
in the banquet hall or trip to the
hills on pleasure bent. They had one
Tuesday night at Lynndale. 1t was
the annual moonlight excursion and
dance, and it was lovely. The weather
could not have been nearer perfection
| if the president of the club had made
! it himself. There was not a wrinkle
in the. atmosphere, not a. ,blemish in
the sky, not a hitch in the ceremO-
MES. The party included almost the
entire membership of this social
organization, the merry set of the
mountains surrounding Lynndale
seemed to enter into the spirit of the
occasion, and before the party return
ed to the city these old hills frightened
up and the darkness disappeared. 1t
was all so delightful. The Entire Nous
is composed of those ages and dis
positions that make all things bright
The crowd was one immense, glorious
and radiant smile. The evening
breezes had begun the chanting of the
lullaby and We're whispering tender
words to the lazily swinging boughs
of the pines and the balsams and the
frs, which in turn nodded their
l.
fast overcoming them, when the notes
from the great orchestrion of human
voices as it approached broke the
spell and then the forest laughed
aloud and babe defiance to the night.
The cricket ceased its chipping and
the bullfrog said no more. 1t was all
away with everything but the Entire
Nous. The club was in possession of
all that it surveyed, Lynndale, noun
tains and all. The young people cir
culated among the trees and strolled
up and down the velvet banks of the
streams made more beautiful by the
silvery reflection of the big, round
moon. The jeweled maidens were
likened unto precious gems distrib-
uted Unfortunately over silk
plush PLAGUE of magnificent proper
tiCns. A melodious sentimentality per-
vaded the atmosphere which was in
hailed in the moments of extreme ex-
uberance. The smoke, dust, heat and
turmoil of the city day were relegat-
ed to backyard of memory and all
was clear sailing. 1t was a cloudless
period in the short span of life, was
that night among ourselves" The
bursts of sweet music from the ball
room summoned the scattered throng
from their trystng places to the scene
of indoor pleasure. Hours flew. A
hurried circle of the dance room fol-
lowed by a breathing spell on the
lawn, and a Kaleidoscope informing
ling of youth and beauty in the maze
of the exhilarating lanciers. This
is pastime. Again to the trysts, for the
fleeting moments under the glare of
the artificial lights suggest another
stroll through the pines, in lieu of
dancing a certain number. What
more natural than the weaving of the
romantic spell attendant upon ma
lures moonlit Conservatives, muir
muring pines dreamy waltz music in
the distance and the COntiguity of
youth? What more natural than the
anticipation of a companiOnable. not
10 say tender, acquaintance? 4 de-
ltcious supper was the theme of dis
cussion on the homeward journey. The
big Carryalls and the landaus sour
rted across the fiat like an eastern
chinook in January. and the marty
came home and talked of nothing else
but the moonlight ride and dance for
three whole days.
Mrs. p. L. Louis, former resident
of Butte, now residing in Chicago is
spending the summer with Mrs Joseph
Rosenthal.
President Diclley of the Parrot com
pany arrived in Butte Monday to re-
main here for several days
Mrs. Joseph X Clark spent a few DAYS
at Pipestone last week.
Father Callahan is in receipt Of a
letter from Father De Siere. dated at
Olympia, Wash, in which he states
that he is already feeling the benefit
of his release from the cares incident
TO his parish work. He took much
pleasure. he said. in the visit 10 OlNm-
pia as he was enabled to contemplate
ii as former mission attended by TT.
Rev. Bishop Brondel. Father De Siere