Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-05-31
HAGADoRN HALL, Chicago, Ill.
IRIEND OF MY YOUTH AND COMPANION
OF MY PREVIOUS INCARNATIONS.-I

OF MY PREVIOUS INCARNATIONS.-I
was among those present-really among those
present for the first time in my life! That means,
among other things, that wore decollete gown.
The effect rather surprised me. You see, taking
the heavy stock away from the neck and leaving it
bare like that, throws the head up in peculiar
fashion. l rather liked the sweep Of my shoulders;
but thought my coarbone might have shown a
more retiring disposition: The gown was white.
gave me the rock said the pansies the color Of
my eyes. q think is tremendously exciting to have
women compliment one. and am wondering if COM
pliments from men are even more exhllaratlng)
But let us get on to dinner. The woman from
Moline had it in little supper room. The walls
were the color of young water lily leaves and
The centerpiece on the table was madenhar
ferns and lilies of the valley, in wonderful,
frondy. aspiring bouquet; and on the little mirror
beneath the flowers some clever little white
we're floating; and before each place there
quisite little bouquets of the lilies and the ferns.
There only picture on the walls. 1t was
wonderful young wood in spring,-at the very first
conscious moment Of spring,-and in the confusion
of the shadows something seemed to be vanishing.
1t may have been Pan and his crew; or it may have
merely been dreams. or hopes made palpable.
You didn't think / could write like that, did you?
I'm surprised myself | couldn't have expressed
myself like that before the dinner.
no YOU know never till then heard real CONVEX
= sation! OF course have read it in good novels,
and have pretended to have conversations with IN
visible but perfectly charming persons,-make
cut dolls out of paper. But at the dinner, Delphne,
there conversation! People asked me what l
thought about things l had not SO much as heard
of. But l wasn't going to lie or pretend. So
when they talked about Caruso upper register and
asked me what l thought of it, said | never had
heard grand opera at all; and when they asked me
if didn't think a modern poet could write a hymn
to Aphrodite some other pagan god and feel what
he said, confessed didn't know the classics, and
wasn't sure l liked poetry, and that ddn believe
in going back twenty something centuries for your
ideas | said it seemed likely that in this period
had some better ones and l was for my own time,
and that l wanted to live just as hard as | could
And the Russian Count applauded, and said he had
notion that it was when men and women really felt
like that, that they made great age:
There man there with dark face and
head that seemed heavy for his neck, SO that he
let it hang down. His eyebrows are tremendously
thick and thatchlike, and his eyes have way OF
looking up from under the at you, SO to speak
At first thought he was grumpy. But when he
smiles, it is something te-incandescent. His
name is Thomas Mace, and he is an editorial writer
daily paper
lie looked across at and said, Il suppose,
II Miss Crotchett you believe in the independent
woman"
l didn't know pr ?cisely what he meant; but l