The Washington times., 1902-02-02
Eye and Ear Specialist in Washington Society.

one OF President Arthur's sisters. a
woman with too many babies to give a
thought to society. She visited at the
White House one winter, and at the
diplomatic reception I found myself next
to her back of the line, and We began to
chat about Albany, which was her home.
1t is odd we never happened to meet be-
fore said ], for have visited in Albany
great DEAL Not at all strange an
swered the Presidents sister. L go in
society SO little and live neither on
fashionable street nor in a fine house
You have no idea how 1 managed and
planned to get to Washington this win
ter. The subject of clothes was so per-
picking. l laugh when 1 read in the paper
every morning a description of my toilette
Of the night before. As a matter Of fact,
l have exactly two evening gowns, and
the way l work over these poor things
with different ribbons and flowers would
anluse the society reporters if they only
suspected the truth. But l do not worry
now | am here there are so many other
things to think about besides clothes
Didn't she take sensible view of the
situatiOn?' And we all agreed with the
hostess.
Then said a relative OF the last mayor
of the District: Did you ever hear of
Molly Garfeld's school friend who paid a
visit to the White House and established
a reputation for being dreadfully lazy and
never leaving her room till 10 O'Clock? 1t
leaked out afterward that that girl ac-
tually spent from three to four hours
every morning sewing the dainty little
gowns that were so much admired, later.
by the President. You see, she came to
Washington on short notice, and brought
a lot of uncompleted dresses in her trunk,
and she had to either finish them or go
without
Here the conversation switched off to
the relative cleverness of the different
generations of girls, and L will skip this,
out OF consideration for the seasons buds.
and tell you something an army Officers
wife said:
Way back in the eighteen eighties
began this woman of experiences, I'VE
were living at a frontier post. and l went
with my husband to some sort OF con-
vention or roundup of ranch owners. 1t
was a social as much as business gath
ering, else l would not have been tb1re,
and there was big reception and ball
that lasted all night. Everyone within
radius of several hundred miles was pres
ent, and Miles City was in state OF
hilarity.
THE lion of the ball was the Marquis de
Mores, handsome, witty, and the owner
of one of the best ranches in Montana.
Just the sort of man that women rave
about Every one wanted to meet the
marquis. Even the men caught the fever.
All except one, young Edgley, now
colonel of cavalry, and when 1 rallied him
upon his lack of enthusiasm, he replied:
No. don't care especially about meeting
that foreigner. There is only one fell
low at this ball that l do care to know,
He is young and he writes, but he doesn't
appear to be generally acquainted and it
is not likely | will get an introduction
What is he like; where is he from?'
asked.
Wears glasses. shows his teeth prom
irentIy when he smiles. and l believe he
is from the East replied young Edsley.
.' 'You mean that young man over by
the fire. l exclaimed. Why, l know him.
Come. I'll introduce you this minute and
we made our way through the crowd and
l presented my friend to Theodore ROose-
velt II all came back TO me the other
night at the army and navy reception,
V hen I shook the hand of the President.
The Miles City ball, the ranchmen, mill
lionaires and miners; the young author
and the army officer who preferred know
ing future President Of the United
States to the Marquis de Mores."
1t doesn't take one long to put two and
two together in Washington society. 1
dropped in at a tea one day last week
after the crowd had thinned, and had 4
chance to exchange few words with the
woman serving frappe. l found her as
hot as if she had had the tea kettle to
tend and all because she had been intro
F,~a as-,F., In,
the prettiest decoration OF the
table was wrecked. This decoration was
a gorgeous red hat. complete even to the
plume made of confection and filed. in
the artistic. spilling way, with darling
little crab apples of marons-cream com
and underneath it all an orchard
ground of spun sugar. Do you recog-
nize it?
Early in the afternoon, so the lady OF
the frappe told me. a tall. imposing
woman of fashion whom | will call Ms
Eve, partook Of refreshments. and before
leaving the table reaped small harvest
Of the crab-apples within the folds of her
The orchard ground began
to show. few moments later there en-
tered Miss Eve. and she went into rap
lures over the centrepiece and bent with
grace over the table TO inhale
the sweetness Of the flowers. Recovering
from this position, the lady of the frappe
noticed that more crab-apples had been
and she mourned the passing
Of the fruit. The orchard ground was
slaringly conspicuous beneath the glisten-
ing red hat. Still later there sauntered
tableward an innoceut-lookng fluffy
haired creature. in the debutante state
Of attractiveness. 1t was the youngest of
the Ewes. Baby Eve looked languidly
about the table, refused frappe and re-
marked that the crab-apples looked good.
Whereupon she gathered the remaining
crop and stored them within her chiffon
muff and sweetly said good morning.
The next day. over SODA water, / met a
friend who told me she had been to such
love os a dinner party the night before.
Yes" said l, politely. and with the ris-
ing infection, 'and where was the din
ner?"
up at the Ewes. They had the sweet
est bon-bons l have seen this winter.
little crab-apples filled with
ma rons | am out this morning tryinr