31 Saturday, October 2, 1897 The guests had come dressed in their finery, the women wearing the latest fashions they’d purchased in Europe or creations their dressmakers in New York City or Rochester had stitched to exacting measurements. The array of colors and fabrics decorated the rooms like a bouquet of spring flowers. The women in those gowns, however, weren’t nearly as sweet as the scent of fragrant blooms. Fanny couldn’t help but hear the murmurs of women hiding their lips behind opened