[From the St. Andrew's Bay, Fla., News.]
Mrs. Paddock, Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Templeton, and Mrs. Cottingham, all of
whom are visiting Mrs. Turesdel, the hostess of Monday's picnic, were
keenly appreciative of such bits of beauty as the day revealed. Florida,
herself a hostess of lavish hospitality, seemed to be more radiant, and
when night came and the boat pulled her way out into the bay, still
another surprise awaited the northerners. In the wake of the boat
shimmered a thousand, yea, a million jewels. The little waves crested
with opals and pearls. The weirdly beautiful phenomena filled the
visitors with delighted wonder as they leaned over the water and watched
the flashing colors born of the night. As the lights of our city hove
into view, the voice of Mrs. Templeton, a voice marvelously sweet, sang
"The End of a Perfect Day," as indeed it was.
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A "masquerade pie supper" was given in Paris, Ill., last week. The kind
of pie used is not mentioned, but it must have been either cranberry or
sweet potato.
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