The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-04-09


it for comfort in winter with an old
gipgham dress clean and whole, but ]
must confess sadly faded. Well, 1 turn
ed this wrong side outward also"
You don't mean that you went to
the city in that STYLE" said Eunice.
az did, and enjoyed it, too, convinced
that I was doing sensible thing. But
you shall hear. Scarcely was my odd
toilet completed, when the whistle
sounded, and drawing the thick veil
tightly over my face, I made my way to
the nearest car. And now commenced
the Development. The handsome and
gentlemanly conductor nearly knocked
me over in the doorway, iu his willing.
ness to pioneer a lady in blue silk with
four hounces, satohel. hat box, a
parasol, and lap-dog, safely out upon
the platform. Returning, while 1 stood
gazing vacantly at the rows of hats aud
boots, none of which moved to relinquish
a seat in my behalf, the model conductor
pointed to an uncomfortable corner seat,
between black woman with baby, and
a white woman with two babies Of
course I accepted it, and the cunning
pranks of the little African made my
hard seat endurable.
"Well, 1 reached the city, and made
my way to Weaver's fashionable store.
The skies were weeping briskly, and I,
carrying blue cotton umbrella, proba-
bly, did not call up golden visions to the
eyes of the young gentlemen clerks who
lounged upon the counters, or sat with
feet elevated. When I inquired for
silks, tissues, grenadines, any fine sum-
mer dress goods, there was one rndivi-
ded stare.
1T would take too much time to tell
how some strainer silks, and half cotton
berages were produced, and how event
ually convinced them that 1 understood
their proper quality. Suffice to say, 1
purchased nothing there, though tempt
ing articles were finally displayed be-
fore me, but suited myself at less pre-
tentious establishments.
{" Next, to Mrs. Lasalle's 1 went,
whose anathemas upon me for detecting
the cotton laces presented me for linen,
I will not repeat, but must say that they
were delivered in very uncountess-like
rage, though in excellent French.
{" 1 did not try the shoe store that
day, but in passing DR.. Rs office some
thing prompted me to enter l had
been amused, and not the least disap-
pointed by my afternoons experiences,
but not a little anxiety mingled with
much curiosity. 1 bethought me of a
nervous tooth ache that had robbed me
of sleep for a portion of several nights,
and which I had sedulously concealed
from the family, chiefly because Aunt
Lucy's infallible remedy in such cases
was whiskey and ginger, boiling hot, a
remedy to ne infinitely worse than the
disease. Perhaps DR.. r. could name
something less Objectionable.
'fI rang gently, and was admitted.
The Doctor, who was talking and smo-
king with dashing young man, glanced
at my dresss as entered, and without
farther notice, went on with his conver-
sation. Finally, instituted slight
cough, and he turned toward nae, with
" Well, old lady, what is the matter
with you?"
I inquired in suffering voice, "the
best cure for an aching TOOTH"
:" Crooked iron, marm, applied cold,
is the best thing, and animal magnet
ism is next best. Ever try it, hey?'
And the man of science wiuied and
grinned to his companion, wh,, in turn,
elected a quid of tobacco from his
mouth, quite near my poor gingham
skirt, and laughed immoderately. In
two seconds [ was in the street, and on
my way to the depot, questioning within
myself, whether there are such qualities
yet remaining in our world as uub3ught
honesty and kindness. NJ doubts were
to be removed. The train stood at the
depot as came in sight, and I hurried
my steps lest it should depart without
me.
{" L managed to gain seat, but had
no time to purchase ticket, and when
the conductor came felt for my porte
monnaie to pay the necessary fare. 1t
was gone. An exploration ofmy pocket
to its lowest depths availed nothing, and
I was in a dilemma. 1 explained the
matter to him, assuring him should
leave the cars at the next station, and
would there borrow the amount. He
left me muttering his suspicious that the
story was lie and went his round.
Soon after some one touched my ell
bow, and on looking around I was greet
ed by lank, ragged, uncombed Irish
man, who smiled and held something
towards me. 1t was my porte monnaie.
"Faith, and havn't been searchin'
the cars for ye this blessed while," said
he; "gure it was meself that saw ye
take yer handkerchief from yer pocket,
and send this ere thing a spinning upon
the paving stones. And ye didn't see
Pat Grugan after ye-faith if hadn't
been comm the same road, precious