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choruses of the patriotic boors Mr. Bar
ton and Miss Bishop sang.
The beautiful home and art gallery of
Mr. Lininger were generously thrown
open on the afternoon of Washington's
birthday for the benefit of the Visiting
Nurses' association. The reception
which they gave wae one of the pleasant
Bocial events of a very gay week. From
the birthday money brought by each
guest the sum of 8300 wbb raised for
this worthy cause. The art gallery was
arranged as a concert room and a little
tnusicale was given there.
Aside from the cotillion, dances have
DDt been many this winter and there
was a general feeling of regret among
the younger members of society when
the night of Shrove Tuesday merged
itself into Ash Wednesday morning in
spite of the stopped clocks, and the
dancing which was going on merrily at
"Hillsdale" was brought to an end not
to be resumed until the forty days of
Lent are over. Certainly the fresh
face of the girls and the gay spirits of
every one showed little physical need
for the rest arc! quiet of Lenten days.
It was ten o'clock before the guests be
gan to arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Yates
for the dance which followed the din
ners given by six hostesses, but, inspired
by the music of Dimmick's orchestra of
rive pieces, the ball was soon in motion
and the dances crowded rapidly togeth
er for the next two hours. The supper
room, where coffee, sandwiches, ices and
cake could be found all during the eve
ning, was left almost deserted until the
dancing wae over and the eager dancers
had time to feel hungry after the din
ners of many courses earlier in the eve
ning. Mrs. Arthur C. Smith was host
ess of the largest of the dinners, ex
quisitely Eerved, covers for twenty-three
being laid at small tables, each of which
had its bowl or vase of red carnations
and was lighted by candles under red
shadee. Bet guests were Dr. and Mrs.
Anderson, Messrs. and Mesdames Clem
ent Chase, Cudahy, Modje9ka, Robin
son; Miss Elizabeth Allen; Dr. Bridges,
Messrs. Darling, Paxton, Macbeth, Fred
Hamilton, Robert Patrick and Morsman.
At Miss Kountze's Mr. and Mrs. Mc
Cormick, Miss Webster, Miss Carita
Curtis. Miss Anne Lee, MissDoane, Mr.
Dodge, Mr. Gannett, Mr. Lee, Mr.
Montgomery and Mr. Dick Stewart. A
round table seated the guests and large
bunches of California violet3 were at the
women's places. The center of the
table was entirely filled by a bank of
delicate fernB, flanked by four silver
candlesticks, shaded by green flower
shades. Mr. and Mrs. Learned enter
tained Mr. and Mrs. Hull, Mr. and Mrs.
Montmorency, Miss Piatt, Miss Sher
wood, Miss Allen, Mrs. Dixon, Mr. Ezra
Millard, Mr. Henry Clark, Mr. Sam
Caldwell, Mr. Lynn Sherwood. Gay
yellow jonquils were the decorations
used at this dinner and to the plate
cards were fastened bunches of violets.
Mr. ud Mr. Luther Kountze gave a
delightful dinner, the table being in
pink and white, a mass of pink roses and
a number white shaded candles giving a
dainty effect. Mr. and Mrs. George
Palmer, Mr. and Mrs. Welch, Miss Hel
en Smith and Mr. Brewster of New York
were their guests. Mr. and Mrs. Lind
sey and Miss Lindsey had as their
guests Mrs. Crofoot, Mr. and Mrs. F.
A. Nash, Miss Montgomery, Mr. Parker
of New York, Mr. Drake and Mr. Harry
Lindsey. Red carnations were used in
profusion on a well appointed table
which was lighted by candles with
shades matching the flowers. Mr. and
Mrs. Warren Rogers, Miss Moore, Miss
Peck, Miss Lomax, Mies Towle, Mr.
Creigh, Mr. Cooley, Mr. Shiverick, Mr.
Day and Mr. Sam Burns dined with
Miss Edith Smith, whose table was
charmingly pretty in two shades of pink
carnations, the chandelier lights being
subdued by shades of the same colors,
which were moat effective in the result.
The 6uccesa of the dinner dance has re
vived the popularity of that form of
entertainment again and it is to be
hoped that next season there may be a
series of them as in years past.
The Lynching Mania.
Apart from the almost incredible de
pravity shown by these people of Kan
sas in allowing the school children to
flock about and watch the burning of a
negro at the stake, their lawlessness in
the taking of human life is not peculiar.
There is a lynching almost every day,
on the average, in some part of the Uni
ted States. The lynching statistics of
several years past, fortunately, do not
indicate that the annual average is at
present increasing; but the bad effects
upon the country are of a cumulative
nature, and the tendency to resort to
lynch-Iaw is more deeply seated through
out the nation as a whole than it was
ten years ago. At about the same time
as this Leavenworth affair, a negro was
lynched in Florida for attempting to
wreck a train. Last November, Colo
rado was disgraced by the burning alive
of a brutal negro boy sixteen years old,
whom the authorities had duly traced
and arrested as the perpetrator of a
horrible crime. The sorrow and suf
fering caused by such a crime as this
negro was guilty of can not be lessened
by torturing the criminal. Vengeance
of that kind is wholly illogical and
serves no useful purpose. It does not
deter other men of like impulses from
deeds of violence, because such men. as
a rule, are neither morally nor intel
lectually responsible, but are the victims
of mad impulse. The law should pro
vide for Borne very direct and summary
mode of trial for such cases, to be fol
lowed, when guilt is proved, by imme
diate execution never, of course, in
public. Lynching is absolutely inad
missible. It makes the mob more and
more intolerant, and less and less re
gardful of the sacrednes3 of human life.
Thus the Florida lynching of the mid
dle of January on the charge of attempt
ing to wreck a train is an illustration of
the ease with which mob-law passes
from the puniehment of actual muderers
to that of men believed to have planned
or plotted a deed that might have re
sulted in murder. Some lynchings
within the past year have been fcr
causes rather frivolous than serious.
The whole tendency is deeply deplorable
It does not stop crime, but breeds it.
Review of Reviews for March.
A Prehistoric Elopement.
Faster and faster sweeps the glisten
ing cave-man to and fro; lower and ten
ser grows the cooing song. Dazed with
the motion of her head from side to side
to watch the ever-changing love-play,
she does not heed the player's gradual
approach, when with a sudden spring he
dashes in upon her, seizes her with his
strong arms, and drags her screaming,
struggling down the sloping path.
But the glamour is dispelled, and,
alive to the instinct of self defence, the
woman bites and struggles, and in her
young strength proves no easy conquest.
Driven to desperate measures, the cave
man seizes from the ground a stone,
stuns her with a sudden stroke, and as
she throws up her arms to fall, seizes
her about the waist, and, casting her
lightly across his shoulder, hastens
down the path.
Down through the leary, sunlit glades
he strides, bearing the warm and yield
ing burden of senseless flesh, the nerve
less arms adown his back, and the yel
low hair streaming to the ground; and
the forest, with its green depths, closes
about them. Dr. Merrick Whitcomb,
in March Lippincott.
THE TRANSPORTS COMING
HOME
KATHARINE MEL1UK.
(For The Courier. )
Not my boys that are coming
from the west
AVith every hour less ocean
stretched between ?
Not my boys ?
Have you never heasd how all
The lads that wear
God's blue and Uncle Sam's ,
The lads that are their country's
are mine? How
The lads that keep their country
kept me?
Far
Far down in Dixie land
it was, and far
Before the trampling
of the wine press there
And farthest in
the first beginnings; at
The very start of things .
I must have had
A birthday there :
but whether when the bolls
Of cotton covered all the fields ,
or when
The warm magnolias
filled the Southern nights
To brimming dawns ,
I know not. Only this
That seems the first ,
we wakened in the night
To see our father
with his musket stand
Beside our bed ,
and kiss us, every one ,
And kiss my mother,
and he went away
Leaving us ,
four scared faces in the dark ,
Until the mother hushed us
all to sleep .
Four of us, and our mother .
We had need
To have been older .
Every day, it seems,
And yet it might have been
but once, we went
Hurrying through
between the cotton stalks
We two close folded
in my mother's arms ,
My sister,
for I had a sister then ,
Stumbling and hurrying
with the baby, till
We crouched, and lay, and listened;
and we heard
The shouts and hoof beats
of the Rebels there
Burning the ricks behind us .
Not a face
, Looks out from all that borne land
with a smile ,
For war had rocked our cradle .
Then there came
At last a peace
upon our mother's face .
We saw it in the whiteness
of the moon
As one by one she dressed us
in the night
And carried us across
the trampled fields
For miles and weary miles .
The colder dews
Fell in our faces ,
but the sunrise still
Would warm us when we slept .
We woke, and cried
For hunger, and our mother
whispered still
"Father is just ahead."
And so we came
Where lines of soldiers
lay along a ridge,
And jagged furrows
seamed the trodden earth ,
Where heaps of horses
lay unburied yet ,
And far within ,
dark walls stood towering.
But when we wandered
over ridge and steep
To many a blue clad ,
dark faced, watching line
At last we found
a white haired sentinel
Who heard our quest ,
and waited, stammering,
Until my mother whispered ,
"He is dead,"
And then they carried her
within the walls.
So we were left ,
when they had taken us
With strange and heavy
music, solemnly
To see the mounds,
with flags at head and foot ,
Two mounds, beside
the Corinth battle field .
And the rough faces ,
tear wet all around
And the long waiting ,
till our mother came ,
Faded into a dream
of bearded men ,
With smiles and songs,
and stories marvellous ,
We wakened to the
morning reveille ,
And glided from the old
black mammy's tent
To watch the long lines
straggle from the fort
And find our white haired soldier .
Not the day
When Baby, even when
my sister, died
Was drowned in tears
as when we went away
With black faced Mammy
to the far, far North ,
And left our Soldiers .
In the tattered frock
My mother's hands
had fastened on that night ,
Now grown so small ana faded ,
so I came
To the dear Father
of my college, mine
As soldier boys are mine .
And when we went ,
We two that are all,
all alone of kin
Save for our Regiment ,
to find the graves,
We found them marked
by hands that cradled us
When we were Children
of the Regiment .
You have your boy,
but father, mo:her, all
Of mine is in the flag
that wrapped me round
On many a day,
by Corinth battle field .
And scarce that laddie
with my father's eyes
Is dearer than the boys
that wear the blue
ICONOCLASM.
I'm in a state of deep disgust,
When people tell me that I must
Unlearn some things that are to me
Important facts in history.
They say there wasno hatchet small
That Washington e'er owned at all.
Which told the tale that in his youth
He was a champion of the truth.
Why do reformers of today
The lovely story sweep away,
Where George did father's wrath defy,
Because he would not tell a lie?
This grand example is too rare
To from our country's annals spare.
Another case is brought to mind,
Where skill and bravery are maligned.
I hear that it is boldly said
There was no apple on the head
Of that young boy of ancient lore,
Nor any William Tell who bore,
With arrow swift into mid air,
The apple from his son's fair hair.
Sure I've been shown where sire and son
Each stood when the famed deed was done.
S. E. A.
Mexico and Its Red Men .
The Mexicans have threated their in
dian problem much more broadly and
generously than we have done. Not
withstanding all the cruelty of the con
querors, who reduced the natives to
peonage in order to work their mines,
the church made many heroic efforts to
better their condition. One of the mas
terpieces of modern art treasured at the
Mexican capital is entitled "Las Casas
protecting the Indians." It was paint
ed by a student of the Mexican School
of Art. There are but three figures, of
life size Las Casas is standing over the
prostrate form of an Indian who has
been slain; an Indian woman is clinging
to his knees for protection. The priest,
who stands in front of an Aztec temple,
is menacing the assailants with the
cross. Henry . Brooks, in March Lippincott
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