The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1912-07-24
a Rainbow
Revolution
By MRS. WILSON WOODROW
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what shall We DOR asked Ernes-
tine helplessly.
Miss Hodgkins will pay 1t, of
| course. said her mistress shortly
What else is there to do?"
She turned and stared at the wall,
her mouth set, her eyes narrow and
contemplatiye. Seeing her thus, one
realized that it was not the voice alone,
nor looks, nor even her years of hard
study that made Miss O'Hara the ex-
tremely notable person that she was,
the great artist. the consummate
actItss, but that she had instinctiyely
laid TO heart Sir Joshua Reynolds adj
vice to the painter, and had, figura-
| lively speaking, mixed her palette with
brains.
Sings" murmured Ernestine to
Miss Hodgkins as they noiselessiy
withdrew, "will shortly happen"
They did That evening. when the
vulgar II decorated business of dining
en- masse was at It's height at the Riz-
! Wapiti, down the long, oak paneled
room, with its antlered deer-heads
along the walls, the opera singer swept
through an aisle of tables surrounded
by men in evening clothes; and women
/ in lace and embroidery and ethereal
! fabrics, all white. white as the driven
snow
Her dark hair was dressed after the
latest Partisan fashion; her eyes, those
famous eyes, looked serenely, indif-
! ferently over the assemblage; little
smile lowered about her generous, fas-
cinating, slightly crooked mouth, but
! for once. the interest she aroused was
| due neither to her fame nor to her
beauty. Rose O'Hara had eclipsed her.
self. Tonight, 1t was the scabbard and
not the sword which drew all eyes
As she walked down that long room
] with all her trained and plastic grace.
1t was as il some belated ray from the
sun, already declining behind the
/ peaks, had fallen among them. But
for once let honor be given where
honor is due; this effect was owing
not to the personality of Rose OHara,
but to her gown. Soft. goid-hued chif-
fon fell Imply over pale rose, the color
Of her lovely shoulders, and sparkling
all over the low bodice were yellow
and pink topazes. But this was ap-
parently not enough of humming bird
brilliance, for fluttering from shoulder
to waist was cluster of great hello
trope orchids with deeply fringed, pur-
pie lips.
The head-waiter preceded her.
naughty, imposing, vet withal defer
i entially courteous Miss Hodgkins in
black silk. suffering an eruption of
pink bows, and with the minor Attic
tion of white lace fichu, followed
AS all were used to the public eye,
their stately procedure was unmarried
by circumstances.
The majordomo drew out the
singers chair with the elaborate grace
of an eighteenth century courtier She
sank into 1t and opened her napkin
but the excitement all over the room
did not subside, rather it increased
the whole place was full of feminine
stir and rustic, the soft clatter of
lorgnons.
Those who knew each other and
those who did not; those who happened
to be introduced and those who re.
sented even the possibility Of such a
thing, turned and gave each other the
comprehensive stare of an outraged
sisterhood, nor we're open comments
| lacking. 1t was as informal and uni
flying as fire or earthquake.
This blaze of color, so loud, go In
decent that 1t smote the sense, was
absurdiy out of place. So spoke the
unfnitiated: but the initiated said
nothing. only gasped and continued te
sit in pale CONSERVATION before theil
untasted food They read as II it were
: scrawleG in letters of fire across the
II gold and pink gown, the name of {
> great Paris house, and the head of thai
i house had confidently assured them il
the spring that this was to be a fluffy
feecy-cloud summer; and here wa.
! Rose O'Hara in the most clinging ia
booed chiffons. No old gown I'm
e earthed from the bottom of a DO,
( either, that draping of the sleeves
!, those insets of lace about the foot
: that rufIle cut in those peculiar point.
these were the very latest midsum
mer touches. What did it-what coult
it mean?
At midnight, the consensus Of exper
feminine opinion inclined to the belle
that 1t was mere eccentric within OF
J. the part Of the singer, or perhaps he
: latest method of advertisement. But ;
t further shock awaited them.
a. The next morning, after the porci
s. watchers had comfortably settled them
selves for the day, and were engrosset
in the stimulating mental exercises o
knitting, embroidery and gossip, Ros,
O'Hara. accompanied by Miss Hodg
I kins, who bore rug and drinking
: cup. stepped out upon the porch. The.
took two or three turns UP and down
running the rocking-chair gauntlet will
high serenity, and then made tlri
n way to the Springs. Miss O'Hara wor
: a short, crepe frock, blue as the sky
and clinging as ivy, blue hat with
scarlet bow, and she carried scarle
parasol. Startlingly vulgar, the cos
tune of circus rider, proclaimed tn
] uninitiatcd, but the initiated minorit.
e again kept an awed silence. For them
y upon both hat and gown was writer
!. the name of one Of the most famou
!, Viennese designers.
= Without going further into details
q sufice it to say that the opera SINCE
IS continued to appear in the most bril-
y liantly colored gowns, all new, and al
y bearing the unmistakable hall mari
Of some great designer. Now his
torians Of the feminine agree in pre-
nouncing the American woman tn
most adaptable in the world; and tn