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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 16, 1897)
THE COURIER. fc- k I if' 5- h r r . ip r in- i v. r St' bondon Correspondence. Tke rain of telegrams and letters, flow all:fee and of the rarth to which society m scattered, bu caused amaze ent at Spencer House, and some gen iBe emotion to the gentle young Duch eaa of Marlborough, who teema to bave very nuch underrated both her personal popularity and the importance of the good deed the baa done in presenting her husband with an heir. The happy event puts a pratical end to the chances of succession ,of Lady Ran dolph's clever boy; so be will now have frothing to hinder bim from aevoting imrlf to a political career. I hear that the pretty young Grand Dacheas of Hesse the Duchess of Co burg's second girl has made up her quarrel with ber young husband, to the fcreat relief of all our royalties. Do you lraow.hew- the fracas-arose?- Because, at a court ball, the Grand Duke turned it - - - - -e '" - off the gas and kissed all the ladies. He 0, TT . , must remember. But -'11vlu6 axi.iiuicih. m rery young, you his consort, younger still, for she is only nineteen yet, departed in dignity for her elder sister's. Your people who saw the Jubilee pro cssion will remember the Hon. Maurice Gilford, the hero of the defense of Bulu wsyo, wno led his squadron of the Rho decian Horse in that hittoric pageant. He lost his right arm in the action, be sides receiving a daagerouB bullet wound is the shoulder. Well, "none but the brave deserve the fair," and I now have the pleasure of telling you about his wedding. The bride. Miss Marguerite Thorold, is a lovely slender blonde, ex actly suited to the pretty name which she and her hero evidently love eo aaach. It was a regular marguerite wedding. The flowers appeared in the brocade of the court train, trimmed the wedding gown and adorned the bride's graceful head, besides decorating the church (St Paul's, Knightsbridge.) Each of the six bridesmaids carried a bosquet of them, tied with ribbons to aatch her gown. It was an original idea to dress each girl in a different tint. Sulpho-Sallne Sanitarium, Cor. Itlx and & All Kinds of Baths Scientific Masseurs. A Deep Sea Pool, 50x142 feet. Drs. Everett, Managing PluTsicians. rose, sea-green, mauve, lemon, eky-blue and white; and tbe effect was charming, aa the quaint Victorian gowns and big hats were made exactly alike. Each maiden wore an "1897" brooch surround ed by a ribbon in colored enamel bear ing the name of the gallant bridegroom's beloved "Gilford's Horse." It was an other new notion to let the attendant damsels precede the bride up the churcn instead of following her. At the chan cel steps they drew back on either side, and I assure you it was quite a touching sight as the slender bride passed be tweed them to meet her warrior, and he gave her the left hand. Ab her eyes met his even blase people could see that this was a love match and that she was proud of him. On her wrist was tbe gift that she ptizes more than all the diamonds and eapphires he has given her the bracelet Matabeleland gold fashioned like a 20-bore gun, and hold, ing the bullett extracted from his shoul der. Quite romantic, was it not? And her present to him was very sweet a LADIES r We call your attention to our fine line of DRIVING GLOVES, 6UB BEAR ROBES, WOOL ROBES, PkUSH ROBES, . 1 WOOL HORSE BLANKETS, WHIPS, HARNESS AND TRAPPINGS FOR THi HORSE AND CARRIAGE. Buckjtaff Bras. Ma-i'S ?o. RETAIL STORE 1028 O STREET, $JakeFs of L011 SteI K!ange THE BEST ON EARTH. set of pin, sleeve linka and studs com posed of diamond marguerites with yel low diamond centers. Ihe other pres ents were very fine. At the breakfast the cake was cut with dear old -'Willie" Gillett's golden cake knife. Maurice Gifford is thirty-eight, but looks older, being weather-beaten in tbe service of hls country.. It is men such as be who help England in her work of spreading the light in the dark places of the earth. Why, think what we are doing. Africa is beiDg conquered inch by inch; our hold on India is being strengthened; even China darkest nation of all has -taken some of our light from ber moat able man and is learning to assimilate new ideas; Siaui sends us ber representative, results the same; Turkey is opening up her territory by means of tens of thousands of miles of railroad. It all means tbe advance of the white man, the pioneer of en lightenment and Christianity. A few lives, white or black, must be trampled out out on the march; we are looking to the broad results of it all in the years that are to be. And we bave plenty more men that are like Maurice Gifford, Lord Fincastle, Charlie Coventry and Major Crutcbley. Our Commander-in-Chief may grumble it be likes, and he is right, we have not as big a force as, numerically speaking, we require, but we can still say with Henley: Where shall the watchful Sun England, my England Match the master-work you've done England, my own? There! forgive this outburst! You are our near relations; and you're proud of us yourselves you know you are! The airing of somewhat bombastic sentiments naturally reminds me of the new play at Drury Lane. Not that there is any patriotism in "The White Heath el;" it is merely the usual tale of aristo cratic villainy and betrayed feminine honor. It is no literature; but what with the scenery and the frocks, there is something in it which we all want to see; and there are one or two original "sen sations," as you shall hear! Scene 1, a tnuore in the Highlands (and a lovely ccene too--one smells the heather.) Here is gathered the Duke of Shetland's shooting party, to give us a chance of gazing on perfect tailor gowns, design edas are all the new dresses in the piec3 by a certain lady journalist, a smart Jewc S3, whose taste in dress is of the costliest. The villain is the Duke's son, Lord Angus Cameron, who is rep resented as a sandy practitioner on the Stock Exchange, considering which fact I may add that I wonder his name has not given great offence in certain quar ters! Henry Neville plays him (to our great regret, for we like Henry as a per secuted hero.) However, the rascally Angus is bard up, and wants to raise money by persuading bis father to dis entail the family estates. Of the party is Marion Hume, to whom he is secretly married, and her little unacknowledged son. There is likewise a stage manager named Edgar Trefusis, who is such a bad sportsman that he first shoots a fox, then wounds Lord Angus and lastly "pots" the little boy. Of course, as you will suppose, the mother's shriek pro claims the parentage of the interesting infant (Kate Rorke is quite effective here;) but Lord Angus, while owning his paternity, refuses to acknowledge the marriage and publicly disowns Jdri on. This is safe for him, as the mar riage took place on board his yacht, which vessel, with the record on board, is conveniently sunk somewhere off the Scotch coast! Well, you will under stand now that the play deals with the search for proofs of the ceremony. Two ether men love Marion; one goes down in diver's attire to get the precious docu ment, and finds Angus there before him, bent on destroying it! Tbe two have a deadly struggle in tbe depths of the sea, surrounded by real fishes how these get there I can't tell you, but they do! then the lover mortally wounded him self, cuts the villain's air tube and thus finishes bim off dramatically, being him self drawn up just in time to expire. The book reaches the hands of the man whom Marion her.-elf loves 60 all is well. In tbe course of the piece we see'a realistic representation of tbe Stock Ex change, with all its bear garden games; we see a heart-biokcn defaulter "ham mered," Again we are taken to Boul ter's Lock and all the glories of Henley. In a smart drawing-room we see society women 'rahearsing a burlesque, "Lady Gcdiva," and one of them wean noth ing but skin-pink tights and long hair! (We shall be hearing from Mrs. Ormis ton Chant, I fancy; and that theatre will get royal and distinguished patron age, for Pattie Browne is very pretty!) And there is a cycling scene in Batter. Eea Park, wherein the costumes are navissanies. Last of all is the great Devonshire House Ball scene. We be held again the very dresses worn by so many famous men and lovely women; but I'm bound to say that these looked second-hand and dowdy; the new dres ses were much better. The Prince of Wales was well done; and Mrs. John Wood as a society dame masquerading as Queen Elizalteth, has to be seen she is indescribable. There never was a woman in society at all like her, of course; yet she is inimitable all through the piece. She carries off every situa tion with perfect aplomb; she makes us laugh whenever she pleases in brief, she is mmense. "1 was driven to drink." "How's that?' "Circumstances forcen me to live in a prohibition town." 5 - . i
