Life — March 29, 1894 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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* LIFE: TASTE AND FEELING. HE French have taste in all they do, While we are quite without, For nature, which to them gave go?, To us gave only gout. Condemn not in such haste To letters four appealing, French godt is only taste, While English gout is feeling. DANS LES CONVENANCES. FAINT breeze through the open window gent- ly stirs the leaves of the palm in the jardiniére. The rum- bling echoof the broughams, and the hoof-beats of spirited horses on the granite pave- ment form a subdued ac- companiment to the buzz of small talk. The laces and smart gowns exhale the scent of Italian violets. Gossip, dainty bits of scandal, and the odor of Russian tea are in the air. His steamer sails at four. His cab and luggage are waiting around the corner. He looks at the bronze clock in the niche—it is past three. Fresh callers keep dropping in. The others show noimmed- iate signs of leaving. He has been trying for an hour to say the half dozen words which may influence their lives. A subtle magnetism has made her conscious of what he would say. Yet the chatter never ceases. Her callers do not understand, They will not go. Why should they ? Inferences do not count. If he goes without speaking, all is as if it had never been. Only the nervous tapping of the glove against his knee betrays his irritation—only a slight tattoo of the little slipper, hers. The clock chimes half-past three. He has barely time to reach the steamer. A thought strikes him. Under cover of his hat, he detaches a tiny charm from his watch chain. Itis a turquoise heart with his monogram in gold. He courteously takes his leave. As the heart passes unobservedly into her hand, their eyes meet. They understand. The breeze still sways the palin in the jardiniére, It softly touches his check as the steamer crosses the bar. C,H. New. A COUP DE THEATRE. *€ TOBSON made quite a hit when he made his first appearance on the stage.” “ What was his part?” “The Ghost in ‘Hamlet!’ He appeared five minutes ahead of time, and the effect on Hamlet was very fine.” PERSONAL. ECRETARY CARLISLE seems to have tried hard to do the wrong thing in relation to the Institute of American Architects, and he has evidently succeeded. A few lessons in architecture and courtesy might not be wasted on this gentleman. Some good spring clothes are nearly completed for Mr. and Mrs. Harry Le Grand Cannon, Mrs, Fred. Neilson, Mrs. Burke-Roche, Mrs. Charles F, Havemeyer, Mrs. S. V. R. Cruger and Mrs. Henry Clews. Mr. Walter Damrosch, as he leads his orchestra, must feel like the captain of a band of professional assassins, who are only waiting for the first chance to shoot him in the back, We sce by the New York papers that Mrs. Oliver Harri- man, Jr., Mr. Ward McAllister, Mrs. 1. Townsend Burden, Mr. and Mrs. J. Borden Harriman, Mrs, Fernando Yznaga and Mrs. W. Seward Webb are able to be about. It may be drifting into the realms of speculation, but there is no reason for doubting that Mrs. Paran Stevens, Mrs. George L. Rives, Mrs. Henry Sloane and Mr. and Mrs. Charles Albert Stevens are equally gifted. Mr. John P. Haines, President of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, deserves the thanks of every humane citizen for his efforts in behalf of our friends, the dogs and cats, The primitive and stupid dog pound will soon be done away with, and dogs will not have to wear muzzles regardless of their dispositions. LIFE has never been able to see any good reason for muzzling a well- mannered benevolent dog because some other dog is a nuisance. WSse Wee A GERMAN FAVOR, comicbooks.com