Judge — May 31, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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“aU Mrs. Scribner at Home. Lixpucep Mr, Seribn + my husband, to take a very handsome mansion in Fifth avenue, His speculations and investments of la been so successful that it seemed to me my duty as his wife to advance him and myself in’ the soc le, and mingle with that society we were both so eminently fitted to adorn. I say that we were, though of course any one who knows us is perfectly aware how much Mr. Scribner owes to me. All his success in life is due to my unwearied exertions. I assure my readers that with my knowledge and consent he has never been idle one moment for the last twenty-five years, in fact since our marriage. Often has he pleaded with me for one week’s holiday, | but Falways had the firmness to say ‘ No.” | Hence his splendid success and our present position. Then his social gruces, his man- hers, appearance, deportinent, in fact all that tended to make his success in society, was due tome. I never admit this to any | one. I hold him up to the world as a model of excellence; but ke knows and / know, and | when he opposes my wishes in any way, I ay with my own peculiarly graceful manner and sweet smile: *¢My dear Mr. Scribner, pray remember w you were when I first: marricd you, and what you are now. Pray reurember who you are, and who Zam.” And that always silences him. You will, my readers, doubtless “be anxious to hear a description of myself, so as to be able to form a picture in your mind’s eye of the remarkable Woman iv whom you are ere this doubtless being deeply interested. 1 am tall, 5 feet 8 inches, but perfectly propor- tioned, und there is a faultless symmetry in my figure, and a nameless grace and dignity | in my every movement that I fear I can never do justice to, although descriptive articles are my great fort My hair is as black as ink, glussy and abundant, and I wear it simply banded back from my lofty brow. My eyes are very large and’ dark, with a peculiar fire of their own, which my husband says, when [am roused or excited, makes the air about me blue. ‘This must REVOTR.” THE JUDGE. present a peculiar appearance, but on the whole [ should think not unbecoming, as I am blessed with one of th exquisitely clear brunette complexions that look well with every color. My nose is Roman, most perfectly chiseled, and my mouth small and beautifil. My chiti conveys an idea of firm- ness and strength: my nasal organ, of pride; my brow, of intellect. So much for my out- ward appearance. As to my mental gifts, I will only say that the beauteous noble form without is a fair index to the soul within, T always feel it a duty to dress myself to the greatest advantage. My jewels are It is always a gratification to Mr. Scribner to purchase me the handsomest diamonds and other jewels which can be had for money, and [allow him to do so, as I make it a rule never to restrict him in any innocent ple: ure. I, of course, have to direct his taste in this matter, which is sometimes at fault. Having given this little sketch of myself and my husband, I proceed to the real nar- rative which I intend to present to you, ¥ an account of one of my ‘At-Home: shall not of cours give a little summary of the select few that Tam willing to receive, since our removal. ine me seated ona gilded couch, with satin pale-blue cushions. — My reception room Il pale-blue and gold. Iam richly dresse and sparkling with diamonds. The apart- ment is slightly darkened, but, as Mr. B. remarks, “ My eyes and my diamonds light the room.” On my right and left are mil- Pous, mention names, but only lionsires; standing in front of me is another; | leaning over my couch there is another; in fact I have seven in the apartment. Then I have a few samples of genius of all kinds. Some celebrated men, with or without their wives, and some celebrated women, with and without their husbands. A few society beauties. Mr. B. whispers in my ear that they only act as foils to me, to which I smile assent. Mr, B. is a man of great taste and culture, and my greatest friend. He is in reduced circumstances at present, but I intend he shall be appreciated as he deserves, and in the mean time he stays with us and is useful as my escort, etc., as Mr. Scribner is always engaged My “At Home” is m in my clement. decided success. I will give adinner. I will givea ball, which shall be greater than Vanderbil I will give a series of entertainments which will make my name great in history. I will publish a description of the Scribner diamonds. Oh! what a happy woman Iam, how great, how good, how noble, how universally beloved, admired and respected. Wearied with my exertions, I lay down my pen. ‘To-morrow I issue invitations for my dinner-party next week, and my ball the following one. You I" hear from me again dear reade Adieu. Awful news. — Scribn r rushed in tearing his hair to tell me he has failed for two mil- ult, lions! And he dares to say it mine, that led h ie I forced him into speculation. I! I! Oh! what a thing for a woman when she i married to a fool. Scribner never had a head for business, and all I could do to ele- vate him is of no use. ‘* Dust he is, to dust returneth,” as Longfellow says. Stop the press. ‘This article written in the hour of my pride and prosperity must never see the light, but publish this and let it never be forgotten, however low I may fall in the future, whatever adversities, humiliations and privations may await me, nothing can rob me of this—I had seven millionaires at my “At Home.” If Mr. Scribner were half aman he would blow out his brains, cut his throat, and tuke rat paste, or something of the kind, and let me escape with the family diamonds; but he will only shake his idiotic head and say; “No, no. All we have be- longs to our creditors. We must begin the world just as we did twenty-five vears ago, and we may be happy enough sill, if we stick to one another.” Happy, as if | did not know better. I'll never be happy again. is my Cicero JErreKson hb his father out in Iowa. This is rough news both for the Romans and the Democrat The other parties may well hope that the worst is over, for it is not likely that the newspapers will have oceasion to mention during the next thousand years at least, that Demosthenes Hamilton took a hand in any such low-toned game as that. s helped to hang Closed Out Business. Blinker’s shoe busi- ?” asked Smallman “Hap you heard th ness was to be closed out at the other day. What is up? as one of the most solid pable business men in Bloomington.” “That is what everybody thonght; but a sort of medical council was held at his store this morning, and he was prononnced abso- lutely incapable of continuing his trade. Why, he cannot even sign his name uny more.” “Ts it possible? I alway he was a little weak.” “Yes, he is totally incompetent. cannot tell a twenty di a copper cent.” cious! What is the matter with the man? | have half expected his mind was deranged for some time; but tell me what ails him?” ** He is dead,” Smallman solemnly replied, and then Pillscoat began to realize that he had been led into making anass of himself. suspected that le lar gold-piece from —Bloomington Mail. comicbooks.com