The Chilhowee echo. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1899-19??, 1899-11-25

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finish a bleak expanse of bare floor
a,a wall. In the absence of the Ten
ssee regent, had the honor of serv-
Igas substitute-by the way, the title
regent" opened up many pleasant by
wys for the Tennessee substitute-but
ytp should have heard me lodging a
direct reply to the polite query, "Of
wnich room, did you say?" In strolling
aaout here met up with DR.. Kent, and
fdt properly grateful therefor. To his
statement that meeting had brought
hm to Richmond, l asked, "The U. D. c.
meeting?" The vigor of his answer
f6rbids my inscribing it, as vigorous as
Pr. Kent ever is in the use of words.
Then with a repentant blush he in
formed me he was in attendance on a
religious convention.
The Westmoreland and Cumberland
Clubs rendered beautiful receptions to
the delegates, but I'm ashamed to con-
fqss they made use of proxies. Not a
man OF them showed up, and some of the
delegates were frank enough to confess
itiwas the shell without the kernel. We
had an abundant sutficiency of woman
kind. We longed to satisfy curiosity as
tQ Richmond mankind.
(Friday gave us one of our most men,
olEable experiences-lunch at the Sol
dfers' Home. I wish every Southern
mhn and woman-yes, and Northern,
too might have seen those pale,
seiamed, wrinkled old veterans drawn
uIp double line to honor their visitors.
AL bright Daughter of the Confederacy
ssFd, SThey complain of drought about
/. Ee, but there's no lack of moisture to-
They were so pitifully eager to
Qnors properly, to show us their
k9t in hand, and the bright November
b shining a benediction on the scene.
AS farewell they gave us from the
pretty chapel, with its stained glass
windows, "God be with you till we meet
again" And the old quavering voices
sounded sweeter to our ears than a
Wagner opera. The halo was some-
what dimmed by the assurance of Lee
Camp veteran-this Home was built
and is supported by Lee Camp-that
some OF them are great old rascals and
getdrunk every chance they get. Well,
why not? What have they left but
breath, appetite, a mere handful of
years, and their memories. Small won
der IT they seek oblivion sometimes.
These are but few of the efforts for
our entertainment during U. D. c. week
inRichmond.
Although often hearing of the bond
between fraternities and club-men, we
meier realized it extended to club
wdaen as well until here. The Gen
ertt Federation Woman's Clubs" badge
joining forces with the Ossoli Circle of
Knoxville proved an open sesame to a
chlrming club home in Richmond. Al
cad OF admittance rendered me the
hopitality of the club during my entire
stE. Two doors from the jefferson, it
ws an oasis to the weary conventionite,
laerated by points of order and ques-
tics OF privilege. Here in the pretty
tetroom, with deft waitress ALWAYS
in tendance, might be found the cup
tht cheers, well-provided desk at
wbch to collect ones scattered wits
an send missives of reinsurance to the
anious absent, and library provided
viii everything worth having in the
magazine line. Mrs. Judge L. L. Lewis,
tn president, former Tennesseean, is
anintluence in the social and literary
lif OF the city. Mrs. Lewis was Miss
Jaie Looney of Memphis, and is an
altgether delightful woman, full of
bradth and intellectually. She is
mrh interested in the w. E. |. u. work
of knoxville, and thinks of founding a |
sirilar union in Richmond. With an
inoduction to the Woman's Club from
NJ Lewis, and Mrs. T. Ashby Weller,
fonerly OF Knoxville, my induction
int full club privileges was assured. |
OSli must begin to consider tea
ron.l 1t is the acme of club comfort.
saw good deal of a notable Confed-
ere veteran, Mr.. Joshua Brown, of
Ne York, who escorted Mrs. Davis to
Rihmond. Mr.. Brown was with Sam
Dass our Tennessee boy, when captur-
edand had a narrow pull for his life.
Nj Brown it was who wrote the most
auientic sketch of the boy martyr ever
pulist ed. He is a genial, fun-loving,
rednstructed American-as we all are
desite the influx of sentiment that
haas like the scent of the roses'
ablt those dear dead days, with their
raant hopes and dauntless courage.
A. B. M.