The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-01-13

IS the immensely rich wife of a man who
invented an appliance used on all rail-
roads, and she has Koh-i-noors. pIastered
all over her person. The whole world
is here.
me line moves one step every five
minutes. Thus through the red room and
another room, and the dining hall and
SO on until we begin to arrive The signs
OF arrival are evident in the inspection
10 winch we are subjected The fndivid-
ual lounging in the doorway does not
look the society part. His hands are
large ana the white gloves hang III
wrinkles. There are two more like him
on the other side; and there are some un-
1amlliar faces in the uniform of the
"Hlle rouse ushers. In another minute
we are up against Col. Bingham mill
tary charge de functions Of his highness
the president
This is Mr.. Co1linsr' he calls out in
the ear of the chief magistrate. And
then our white kid gloves mingle for
one ecstatic moment with those Of
Theodore Roosevelt, and he again leans
forward, smiles, and repeats that little
notion about being tickled to see us
again. Mrs. Roosevelt extends the tins
OF her gloved hands, and we stalk by
relief
on the way to the east room we pass
smaller receiving party, which has pur-
Iolned some chairs and is taking life less
strenuously. Here William Alden Smith,
congressman from Michigan, is distribute
ing kindly greetings, and helping along
IN general way his senatorial and
gubernatorial aspirations James r.
Mann, Of Chicago, and Mrs. Mann. are
also present; they are giving dinners
ana Things this winter. But the real
DeIle OF the ball is Congressman George
EDMUND Foss, tall, robust, good looking.
and having the time of his life He Is in
the very spirit of it and ENJOYING every
minute. He fits from dowager to deb
utante and sails through the corridors
ana the conservatory with all sorts Of
spangIes and lace in tow. Here also ia
Admiral Schley, the center of a group
or lion Worshippers, male and female.
lie is always the same, genial. patient.
affable, full of tact. That seems To he
why the other navy people hate him.
Ihey want him more like themselves,
exclusive, sef-centered, narrow, sore
headed.
here is a smell Of coffee in the air
and someone suggests that maybe there
are refreshments somewhere. So there
are; but not for the many. The few are
having them upstairs, and the WAYS are
barred. Even water is at a premium.
You must go home thirsty and famish-
ing. And before you go there is the
S~OCeNA L.
pened on it just in time to hear the ago
nized cutlery of a dazzling matron whose
trllls has become entangled in the feet
OF very strong man who was making
progress toward the door. There was a
sound Of steady ripping as the double
loop Of lace parted company with the
skirt and stretched a lengthening chain
along the floor. 1t was necessary to
seize the malefactor and hammer his
shins before he understood that every
step meant dollars to the lady.
A moment later, and our overcoat and
opera hat We're pitched into welcoming
arms, and the exit was but a little strug-
gle. Out into the air-the cool. refresh
ing atmosphere of January! Away from
the lights, and buzz and Changing of the
band. A horse stood on his hind legs
as the automobile tried to get under way
The man with the fog-horn voice beloved
yainly for vehicles which did not come
Coachmen waiting in line far down the
avenue echoed his calls and tried to
respond; and sensible people walked It
was a brilliant function. No doubt.