The age-herald., 1902-02-16

been seen at a private entertainment in the capital; and a great company of fair women, richly and exquisitely arrayed and wearing wondrous precious jewels, charm.
 i One stately woman, Kentuclan wedd- ed to Bostonian. wore ropes of diamonds across her unconcealed shoulders as men wear suspenders. She was a Preston, and
 1t is said of her that during her hus- bands stay in Rome in the diplomatic l service her diamonds, in number and rich ness, surpassed those worn by the Queen of Italy. Relatively, there were other women at this reception as richly attired as she.
 Paying court to the hundreds of lovely women were hundreds of men either of fame or of fashion; and the great assem- blaze, lettering, lounging, dancing-glad all the time in that paradise of flowers and life and light-it was all very fascin- ating.
 Here in our hotel we are simply over run and trampled upon by the crowd of female suffragists," for most of these women seem to deem it essential to the furtherance of their mission" that they disregard the ordinary amenities of life, jostling their superiors, treading on feet and skirts alike. speaking harshly to ser wants, bullying maids, elevator boys and walters, and cutting up highjinks gen. erally.
 At dinner last night eight of the Un- handsome Ones were seated at a round | table in the main dinningroom, and one of the eight was making tea for the party, in a large and luminous brass pot heated from a spirit lamp.
 At meal times their talk makes as much noise as a crowd of politicians in hotel lobby at convention time down south. In their queer garb and their shapeess- shapeless shapelessness-and with accents sharp enough to cut potatoes and faces fit to fry that particular vegetable, they are in unhappy contrast 10 that tender and gracious femininity which every southerner of us all devoutly adores.
 We Southerners, praise God. hold women in higher reverence than they are held by the men of any other land. This comes of instinct, of training. of the tra- ditions of our people, of the calm and an- gelic glory of our mothers the tender and sweeter and nobler virtues of the women who are of ourselves our own.
 Manishness, clownishness. freak,shness in women who rub up against men and spout nonsense about their rights" and act all manner of follies of the unfair these ugly characteristics of the shrill- voiced reformers in petticoats, and things one doesn't know the name of, are pain full to contemplate at first hand
 How excellent, how admirable, is a soft voice in woman and that voice attuncd to the lovesongs of homel
 There are two long-haired long-whis- kered old males here with these female suffragists,' apparently more nearly women than the women: poor old souls who seem to be hanging on to something they do not understand. Perhaps they are the protectors of the ''reverends'' and doctors" in skirts, who, heaven knows. are not in need of protection!
 Susan Anthony and Carrie Chapman Catt dsn't there something in a name ? are the queen bees of this buzzing hive of unsweetness. Down in the ground- floor reception room of the hotel there is a large painting representing the ven- erable Miss Anthony seated and school children filing by her throwing white roses in her lap Presumably it repre- sents a birthday celebration of the re- forming spinster who did but the other day make an outcry against the too many children in the world. suggesting human interference with one of the greatest ana most sacred of all the mys- teries of God-the natural bringing of