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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 12, 1901)
THB COURIER ) ,'JHieodore Ringwalt, Mr. X5. r .' rt f , XUlbS VsUlllU OUrUH, Fred Hamil- Miller, General Lee, tbe Misses Lee. &3m&mW!& Mies SwenB- Major Michie and Mr. Georee Leo. In in t r Ttr-iin a r- a i r t . t i 3 Dean and Mrs. Fair, Mr. and Mrs. another were Madame Barker. Mr. and & llfM I kh N l A I A I hi S Birns, Major and Mrs. Hathaway, Mr. Mrs. Joseph Barker. Mr. John Patrick iT1 V I J 1 V 1 V- MinvJlLjl I i JJ g (id Mrs. Lowe, Miss Emily Wakeley, Mr. Charles George, Mr. Clark Redick, Mr. Chat Redick, Dr. Nelson Mercer, - Mr. Arthur Cooley and Mr. and Mrs. ' Barkalow, Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan, Dr. and Mrs. Anglin and Mr. and Mrs. Brogan. The dinner given by Mr. and Mrs. Frederick H. Davis in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield on Wednesday at eight o'clock was one perfect in its appoint ments and charming in every particular. The guebts were Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, Mr and Mrs. Cowgill, MiES Peck, Miss Bnilv Wakeley. Miss Hamilton, Dr. Bridges, Mr. Frank Hamilton and Mr. Thomas Davis. At each plate were pink roseB for the women and violets for . the men and place cards with dainty c pen and ink sketched heads. (Jn a cen trepiece of white anu green emoroidery Meted a bowl of narcissus and steria, Ktd four silver candlesticks crowned with flower like shades of white silk Completed the effect, which was alto gether exquisite and bride like. Mrs. Edmund Minor Fairtield is send ing out cprds for the afternoons of the 17th and 24 tb as her days at home. Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Redick Bpent Sunday in Kearney with Mr. and Mrs. 'John I. Redick. Hon. John L. Webster, who has been confined for the past four weeks with an attack of nneumonia, is rapidly con valescing. Mr. Wing B. Allen returned Tuesday ffroni Washington, where he spent Christmas with Senator and .Mrs. Thurston. Mrs. Heth gave an informa but "Lcharmine luncheon Thursday. Ferns EVT , " ..:: and Miss Chandlar. Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Reed and Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Coles oc cupied a box, while in the parquet was a party of young people, including the MisseB Johnson, Swensberg, Carita Cur tis, Moore, Wessells, Gates, Burke, Knowlton, Kountze, Preston, Jeanio Brown, Edith Smith, Lucy Gore, Bessie Brady and Mary Lee McShane; Messrs. Fred Hamilton, Earl Gannett, Davis, Haskell, Burns, Frank Hamilton, Otto Bauman, Colpetzer, John Burke, Leo McShane, Frank Keogh, McCaskell, Wharton and Sam Caldwell. Mrs. Thomas D. Crane lost threo diamond rings on a train from Lincoln last week. OUR MASQUES. McCLURE'S MAGAZINE Strong Features for 19oo. Kivr, RDDYARD KIPLING'S NEW NOVEL 6 6 9 9 V and carnations on an exquisite drawn- Srwork cloth made the table attractively h dainty and red shaded candles lighted it. Mesdame3E. Wakely. A. L. Wil liams. T. J. Mackay, Everett, Lyman of Council Bluffs, Philip Potter and Law ton were the guestB. Mrs. Lawton has gone to Cripple Creek to make a short visit. A meeting of the members of the Creche board on Thursday morning to sleet new officers for the coming year resulted as follows: Mesdames T. L. Kimball, president; Julia Van Nostrand, Jvice president; Guy C. Howard, secre tary, and P. O. Hawes, treasurer, lbe report of the matron showed that about you 33 children have been in the Ureche during the year, averaging about thirty daily. On Monday in the gallery at Balduffs Mrs. Wakefield gave a beautiful luncn- rfeon for sixteen in honor of her daughter, fMiss Jennie Wakefield, who was home from St. Margaret's school for the holi days. The colore of the school, yellow and white, were used in the table dec orations, all the doylies and the centre piece of drawn work being over yellow silk and a tall vase of white carnations sent out runners of yellow ribbon to each nlate. a rjlace card being attached to each ribbon. The guests were all school friends of Miss Jennie, most of them home only for the holidays. The guests were Misses Margaret "Wood, f Janet Rogers. Bessie Brady, Mary Leo McShane, Marguerite Pritchett, Out- calt and Funke of Lincoln. Marion Con- nell, Jennie Orcutt, Ada Kirkendale, Susan Holdrege, Lucy Gore, Pauline Hogan and Ella Mae Brown. The ever popular Bostonians drew the best house of the season at Boyd's i Monday evening,, at least from the standpoint of social brilliancy, society j being represented in boxes and parquet, f In one of the lower boxes were Doctor WOMAN'S UNWRITTEN I.KTTKi:, we meet in tne world, and your masque says: "I almost loved jou once, but I have recovered entirely." Mine from tbe heights of its serene indifference: "And pray, sir, what is that to me?" They are gooJ masques; disciplined, experienced, masques -of-the-world, mine especially, being a woman's. Yours is thinner, and through it, I--being a woman sometimes see you! What bitterness in your soul, that a man such as jou, inured to tbe shams and tricks and mockeries of the world; stung a thousand times by its monster selfish ness; understanding so well the environ ment that trains a woman from tho cra dle, to stifle heart and humanity as at tributes of commoners and fools that you should have been so easily tricked by my consummate art! A worldling, you style me, as others do, a clever, soul less worldling; ambitious only fcr social success, for wealth, for power tbe pow er "to drain from a man's soul its exu berance, and leave it a bard, warped, perverted thing." Your great love was too loyal for my deserts; too constant to be of value, even to my vanity; too ex alted, you think, even for the compre hension of such as I! Your pride, your manhood, have taken arms now. Never shall my false sym pathy wrest from you on more word, one more sign of love. Once life held other interests; real, vital ones: you will take them up again, though they be savorless and irksome now. In the daily exertion and responsibility of action, may crowd passion out who knows? and in the lone years there will emerge from the strife a eteru, prosaic being eminent, perchance -who, looking back over the past, will scoff: "To have bled for a woman ridiculous!" Now, here in my boudoir, locked and curtained from tho world, I will take off my maEque. Only look into this heart of mine! lou think me artificial! what other role is there for me? My lot is cast in the glitter of life, 'mid smiling insincerity, gilded commonpIacene6s, cynical, apathetic selfishness. Never befora have I known one to whom I dared show warmth, and fidelity. Never has the ideal brightened my life. I. like the rest, unable to force tho bars that held me, have struggled on for the empty triumphs yielded within my sphere. By regal pride, by splendor, by constant diplomacy, by apparent in sensibility to thrusts and slander, they are won. I have been the most proud, tho most diplomatic, the most in6ens ible. I have played my part well. I have conquered; and being victorous. I have starved. Then, among the false and ephemeral, I found you true, as piring, a rock of strength, a refuge from sordidness. I soon realized that your brave heart would give its best to me. The most important and longest piece of work Kipling v has yet undertaken. It is a story of iifo in India. (, "NEW DOLLY DIALOGUES" i By ANTHONY HOPS. Short stories by such Authors as ,j Joel Chandler Harris, Robert Barr, Sarah Orne Jewett, and Hamlin Garland. jj Short Articles on subjects in Popular Science, Biography, Nature Studies, New Inventions, and History, By those most competent to write them (j Illustrations b' the Best Artists. The S. S. McOJLVTJR:E CO. J 2r smr YORK. cress,. ?3es T Have You Paid Your Subscription to ITQR 1900? f AAUVCDC Send The Courier your LAW ICI0 files are kept in fire 1 LEGAL NOTICE? proof buildings. Then, oh, then, my poor, shriveled soul expanded with warmth and radiance. I, who had ever feared and avoided senti ment, allowed this soft thins to creep into my heart unresisted, to swell it and set its chords vibrating in rapturous harmonies. I. who had never known the luxury of absolute naturalness, be came but a child with you The goals of my worldly ambitions, for which jou say.rightly, I have been taught to strive, faded into insignificance. In jour sym pathy I found content; in your faithful ness, security. It pleased me that to others I was intangible; to you, simple. Yes, so simple, so genuine, you must needs think it acting! Oh, my soul's one joy! to think that this sweet Love, sent to us from heaven itself, should be smothered, crushed, mangled, in the blasting routine of our distrustful lives! Had there been one taint of worldli ness in my affection; had I used but a few of those dexterous subterfuges that come so easily when one does not care too much, there would not now be this desolate abyss widening between us. Tis the acting we do that is effective; deep feeling spoils our eloquence. The fickleness I assumed, you believed; the tumult of emotion which prompted it, you did not suspect! When I appeared just a little cold and turned to Horace Landon it was because my Joyous aban don began to frighten me. I feared you might be satiated with appreciation; that after all, perhaps, you did not care as I. A thousand mights" and doubts assailed me; a lack of confidence in my self that I bad never known before, and I flew for refuge as a woman will to coquetry. It was such a tiny rift at first; a word, a smile, would have mend ed it. But you stood aloof, wounded. You bate him for that night, and all the miserable time since. Well, amiable, innocuous, as he is sometimes, so do I! What am I to him? Does he, or do any of tbe others who "love" me, ask, as you do: ''Has she such a thing as a soul?" No; they do not look for a soul in me. I am a bloodless, regal thing; a superb piece of art, a ehff d'uuvrr of civilization, which thev admire and bang diamonds upon to display to their friends. Besides, what would they do with such a cumbersome thing as asoul? It would become embarrassing. But you you could revive it and give it wings, and teach it to soar with you. I would strive with you in every ambition, mitigate every sorrow, and lustre to jour success, or bear unflinchingly every crose, just to bear it with you. Togeth er we could mate life a glorious thing and you do not dream it! Yes, I am clever; would to God I were thought stupid! stupid! stupid! that you might know me genuine With distrust in your heart, what does life mean to me now? It means to have every pleas ure poieoned, every grief doubly keen; to shun the ghastlinesss of sohtudr, only to meet the exhaustion of forced and strained animation in society; to have one Iocgiog jour presence and that tbe sharpest pain of all! It means to face a future void of all else but tbe6e. And jou will never, never know! An imperious woman must love im periously; sh can not bend and sue. she can not 6eek relief in one cry of an guish to a human soul; 6he must ever push grief down in her breast, there tj let it coil and coil round a writhing heart. Ah, God, this should not be! Just one word from you! Just once your armB stretched out to me My maid is knocking. I must bo dressed for the evening's pleasure. In a few hours I shall meet you. Not as now oh, no! Not a trace of tears and lines and pallor beneath my powder and rouge; not a sigh from a heart laced in too tight to throb or bound. The gowa I shall wear is stiff and stately, and glit ters with icy trimmings. It U the in carnation of hard brilliance; it crackles