Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-04-28
WHIST.
WOMAN's OPINION OF WHAT LIFE
WOULD BE WITHOUT MEMS
SOCIETY-THE WHIST FEW
Err AND ITS STRANGE
EFFECTS.
Milwaukee, Sentinel.

Milwaukee Sentinel.
AS an illustration of what life would be
without the society Of men. 1 don't mind
telling you a story that was confded to
me by one of the women who figured in
it. She was a guest last season at a pref
~ cottage On Madeline Island and her
hostesses. were three Ashland women who
were summering there. Every Saturday
night the husbands came over by steamer,
usually bringing with them some young
and unattached men for the benefit of the
| unmarried guest. Consequently Sundays
were the gala days of the cottage colony
which devoted itself to hammock siestas
on week days, devouring the sweetmeats
and reading the literature brought over
by the devoted men on their weekly trips.
1t CHANGED that a week or SO ago there
was such a bad storm on the lake that the
! steamer did not put out and the men
could not get over. Melancholy settled
down on the cottagers. There was not a
single scrap of reading matter that had
not been perused by every woman. there
was not so much as the cover of the last
candy box on hand to serve as a reminder
of past feasts, and there was nothing TO
go to if it had been decent weather to go
In, which it wasn't. By 2 O'Clock in the
afternoon every woman had exhausted
the conversational resources of every
other woman and gloom hung thick over
| the party. They were nice women and SO
they could not play cards on Sunday and
nature refused to indulge in an over
amount OF sleep. But at 6 O'Clock some
one had a brilliant idea. They would go
to bed, setting the alarm clock Tor mid
night and then they would arise and play
whist until morning, going to bed again
if it seemed necessary. And that is eX-
actly what they did, sitting down to a
quiet rubber as the clock hands pointed
TO five minutes after IL on Monday morn
ing. They said it was fun and that they
had never played such brilliant whist be-
fore, nor never hope to again, but the
woman who told me said that it simply
illustrated the impossibility of any woman
trying to make herself Independent of
mems society and hoping to lead a. tran
quill, normal existence without it.
Speaking of cards reminds me of some
thing that happened last winter when the
whist fever was raging at its height and
its victims would stop on the street cor
ners when the thermometer was below
zero to discuss short suits and opposite
4SoNS ohu biiO = = VI re SiDOSllSn lLdI Is
unintelligible to the outsider, but provo
cative of lengthy conversation on the part
of the wise. When you get the whist
fever, they tell me, it makes no differ
ence whether you are man or woman,
young or Did, married or single, rich or
| poor, you can only think and act and
live in terms of whist, a state of affairs
from which may all the gods defend me.
Nnur tharn xr,~ - -o,,r- $780,
this happened. She had been a rational
sort of a person up to that time, liking
the simple, trivial and delightful things
that go to make up social life and be-
cause she was wholesome and happy and
healthy and all the rest of the things that
a nice girl ought TO be, her friends
mourned over her DETECTION as they might
have done at her death. Then they held
a counsel of war, The girl had been heard
to say in one of her frequent moments of
whist enthusiasm that she would like
some day to have the chance to play cards
just as long as she wanted to without
stopping. That was the hint on which
the thing was planned. The girl was in
vited to the house of a friend for a quiet
game of whist. She came promptly and
the play began. After a time some peo-
pie called and were coaxed into PLAYING
while those who had been at the table
left, expressing deep regret at having
other engagements. After a time. too,
these callers went, but not before a third
set had dropped in casually just in time
for a hot chatting dish supper to which
the whist victim sat down unwillingly.
Then came more games and still more
games and the girl played on contentedly.
L shouldn't like to say what time it was
when some one, going TO the windows,
threw up the shades and let in the morn
ing sun, but it was just ten minutes be-
fore breakfast. The girl had played all
night, with successive relays of callers in
vited to come at certain hours and de-
part at others and yet at breakfast, while
she was properly apologize, she was as
fresh as a daisy and ready for more whist
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