The Washington times., 1914-03-29
! JEAN ELIOT%
81 LETTER.

She has every bit of her trousseau ready ex-
cept the dresses, hats, and cloaks. Every bit
of her lingerie is ready, and, what is more
interesting, she made every piece of it her.
self, and you never saw daintier, prettier
things in your life. She embroiders ex-
quisitely, anyway, and, of course, she has
taken extra special pains in making these
things. When the time comes for the we'd
ing she will not be all tired out, for these
days dresses are not so hard to have fitted
as in the old days, when one stood by the
hour to be fitted.
Sunday morning, as | was going up town
on Fourteenth street car a man got on
with the dearest little boy. They sat opposite
me and at the next corner a beautiful girl
got on and sat beside them. The little boy
looked at her for moment and then turned
to his father and said: Daddy, awful pretty"
He insisted that his father look at the awful
pretty" girl. The girl was overcome with
embarrassment, but most folks would give a
fortune to be able to blush as becomingly as
she did. I've seen the girl before think
met her at dance, but could not place
her. She is tall and dark and rather slender
and so pretty.
'Kismet' means fate, does it not, wise
Susan? Well, Kismet, coincidence, or some-
thing like that deals with little story have
to tell you. The story is q sad one, too. My
little Mrs. Kinkead, wife of the handsome
New Jersey Congressman, and Mrs. Murray,
wife of the young Congressman from Massa-
chusetts, are leaving Washington. As it
happens they are particular friends, and it
does not seem strange that they should be
carried off home and by exactly the same
thing Their husbands are to be postmas-
tiers.
Mrs. Kinkead has really been in Wash
ington long enough to make large number
of friends, but Mrs. Murray, whose marriage
took place two years ago last summer in
Boston, has been here very little, and now
just when she is getting used to this official
life at the Capital off she goes. You remem-
Der the summer the Murrays we're married.
On account of an extra session or something
like that Mr.. Murray could not get away for
a bridal trip abroad as they had planned, so
he sent Mrs. Murray along with some friends,
and three months later he joined her in Eu-
rope. Mrs. Murray was Mary Lappen, of
Boston, and Mrs. Kinkead, whose marriage
took place in 1909, was Anna O'Nell, of
New York city.
I'm mighty sorry they are going.
Mrs. Kinkeadshad such a lovely party the
other afternoon at the Powhatan Hotel,
where they have spent this season. There
we're large number of tables of auction
bridge and later few more guests came in
for tea. The decorations were exquisite with
pink snap-dragons and jonquils being used
in profusion everywhere. The prizes were
attractive cut-glass perfume bottles. No,
Susan, I've not won prize this season.
Mrs. Kinkead looked mighty sweet in a ye-
low embroidered robe over satin, with touches
of black tulle.
So you think the styles at Palm Beach
were extreme? When it comes to styles,
l guess washington Is HOt So Ddu SAW
chic little hat in window on F street near
Thirteenth, trimmed in wreath of the most
natural apple blossoms, and perched UP on
one twig was little yellow humming bird.
Call it absorb, novel, new, or anything you
like. l did not name it, nor did purchase
it.
And speaking of styles, MAJ saret told
me funny story this morning when she
came by to say "howdy.' Of course, you
know that she and the children spent the
last two or three summers in the country,
and the children we're quick to learn the
difference between dapple horse and a
sorrell, and that a Jersey and Holstein
COW could not be taken for twins. Anywa,,
a friend of Margaret's came to visit with
her little girl, and the latter wore very
natty pair of black and white socks. After
the company departed little Anne CON-
mented to her mother how pretty the little
visitor looked Little John was listening,
and he remarked: Mother, those were Hol-
stein socks, weren't they?"
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