The Washington herald., 1916-03-06

beauty OF the exhibition that / suggested
to John Marshall the adyisability of get
ting New York shop or firm to intro
duce this charming industry into Amer
lea. Miss Julia CAROLS beautiful shop
on Fifth avenue seemed to me a most be-
coming background for the myriad OF gay
blossoms. also suggested wsnamsker's.
BY curious coincidence, the next morn
ing this note reached me from Mr.. John
Marshall:
| December 3. 1915.
Dear Mrs. O'Connor-I wonder II you
have written to your friend. Miss Car
roll in New York; because, strange to
say. the representative of the very house
you mentioned to ME (Wanamaker) has
been in today wanting to take up the
lagency for the Mayfair flowers in Amer
| lea.
! Il know from what you said you would
consider that this would be the very best
move for the industry.
! He is coming in to complete arrange
ments on Monday. so would you be good
enough to let me know how matters
stand? l should like to put into the
Vogue article that the flowers are obtain
able from that house
Yours faithfully,
! JOHN MARSHALL"
/ 1t pleased mo very much. as a sort of
confirmation OF my business perspicacity.
for nothing interests me more than the
manufactures OF a country, even though
the Germans have been able to make this
J terrible war out Of the wonderfully sue
cessful manufactures of Germany. For
their exports gave them the sinews of
war. And I sincerely hope by the time
this letter reaches America, Mr.. John
Wanamaker will have added a new at
traction TO his great organization, the
department Of the Mayfair flower work
ers.
Mrs. Ian Malcolm was my hostess
on the day OF the exhibition. She is
! the daughter of Mrs. Langtry, and,
/ like her mother, is beautiful woman.
] She has blue-eyes and dark hair. very
I regular features, a well-cut mouth,
and tnherits from her mother a won
| derful skin. One of her admirers de-
scribes her as a rosy icicle," but 1
think this is only because she has
| more dignity than most young women
| OF the present day. To me she has
| always been extremely sympathetic.
1 remember as young girl bfore her
marriage, she said to me, in speaking
| of her mother: You know, she isn't
bit like the fashionable mothers OF
! girls I know. She is so generous that
can have everything I want. All the
| pretty clothes, and hats, and opera
cloaks that I admire are mine. She
gives them to me at once; in fact, she
| gives me too much. And though young
and beautiful herself. she IL free from
jealousy and wants me to have all the
admiration and success in life. In
! deed, she is a dear and devoted
| mother"
Although Mrs. Ian Malcolm is in
the most exclusive and fashionable set
in London, society does not altogether
| satisfy her. She has worked hard at
her music, and her first song is a bond
| between America and England. for
the words are by George Henry Miles:
Il am weary of the garden.
Said the rose;
| For the winter winds are signing,
! All my playmates round me dying,
And my leaves will soon be lying,
Meath the SHOWS.
But I hear my mistress coming,
Said the rose;
! She will take me to her chamber
Where the honeysuckle Chamber,
And III bloom there all December,
Spite the SHOWS.
But when morning with its sunbeams
Softly shone.
| In the mirror where she braided
Her brown hair saw how faded,
! Old and colorless and faded
I had grown.
| so she took me gazed a second
Half sigh 80.
Then-alas. can hearts so harden?
| without ever asking pardon,
Threw me back into the garden,
There to die"
| I remember so well the first time I
ever heard these verses was on a bril-
| liant sunshiny morning in October, and
| they were recited to me in the most
mellifiuous Irish brogue in the world by
Justin Mccarthy, as we walked up and
down the sands at Westgate.
l suppose 1t is a rare thing for a woman
with taste for romance to enter Mar
shall & Snelgrove's artistic shop without
remembering a story connected with it.
AS long ago as 1864 a beautiful young
! girl. Lady Florence Cecilia Paget, third
daughter OF the Marquis Of Anglesey,
torn between love and duty, but with
| love in the ascendant, entered the shop
with her fance. Henry Chaplln-who was
then young. and, I hope, slim; now he is
old and enormously fat-by the Oxford
street entrance. She left him while she
looked At the beautiful lingerie Of her
| trousseau, and he never saw her again
| until ne met her as the Warehouses of
| Hastings. She had not stopped to look
at the fairy-like garments Of linen and
lace. but had left the shop by the Hen
| rietta street entrance been met by the
Marquis Of Hastings and got married
that morning.
1t was said that the year after the
m arriage her husbands heart was broken
by not winning the Derby. The horse.
| first favorite, stood to win, but a mys-
FERROUS and never-discovered enemy had
drugged him. At any rate, Lord Hast
ings died in 1869. four years after the
famous runaway marriage. and his beau
| tiful young widow married, later, Sir
| George Chetwynd, a well-known racing
| little gentleman. who for many years
| drove a splendid four-in-hand, was a
great favorite OF King Edward VII and
only died Few years ago, living to a
great age.
! The English papers have little news