The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1863-03-11
WHOLE NO. 334.
How they Go to 11ed.

The young girl trips gaily up to her
chamber, ana, with the cautious timidity
peculiar to her sex, first locks the doors
and srranges the window curtains, so that
by no possible chanse a passer by or q
belated nocturnal wanderer, from the pave.
ment, can catch a glimpse of her budding
beauty when en- diskaJiYe. This task
completed, she turns on the gas TO its full.
and institutes search throughout the
apartment, that she may be sure il dos
not contain "horrsle bugbear,' or 4
desperate ruffian,' in big whiskers, and
crisp hair. Carefully, with her delicate lit
tie fingers, she lifts the bed valance, peers
into places where even Tom Thumb could
not squeeze his diminutive corporation, and
takes u cursory peep into the half emptietl
trunk, and not forgetting to glacc nervous!y
under the sofa, the space between which
and the floor is not sufficient to contain the
ghost Of Calvin Edison, much less an ordi.
nary robber. Having ascertained that size
is really alone, she leisurelv proceeds to
divest her fair form Of "the silk and linen
convcntionalities Of society" First che
relieves he glossy hair of the pins and
combs which enthrall it, and ''does il up
more compactly. Then off comes the little
collar, and the light vapory cloud of lace
she calls undersleevcs, which all the day
have been claspcd around her white, plump
arms, by couple Of India rubber straps.
Next, the love Of spring silk dress is
unfastened in front Then sundry waist
strings and button straps are loosed, and
10! what collapse, like loves biz. balloon.
She stands like Saturn, the centre of rings.
There they lie upon the soft carpet, partly
covered by the linen undertakings and
overtixings, with no more expression in
them than there is in the bare floor beneath
the carpet. Sits she now upon the edge Of
the snowy bed, and begins the unlacinc OF
CATERS, ard the disrobins Of those lair
swelling limbs of the Stockings. The
pretty little foot is carefully pcrched upon
The knee-down drops the gaite1, off comes
the elastic, and her thum, inserted at the
top Of the stocking, pushes it down-dovn
over the he'll, and the cotton rests beside
the prunella SO with the other foot, only
involving slight change Of pos;tion.-
There is = smile that peeps cut from be-
hind the bushes Of her sweet face, now, as
standing before the glass, she places ~ pon
her head the night cap, and with 4 quick
twist of her fingers ties the bow. Then
the night gown is thrown over the r:ilsd
chemisc, concealing the hes,ing bosom and
the shoulders in the linen folds. Then the
counterpane and sheets are thrown back.
the gas is turned down-vsry, very low
and the little form presses the yielding
couch, and the angel goes off into the
world Of dreams.
Now, in the room directly above her, is
the great brute of brother. He comes
into it, shuts the door with . slam, turns
the key with a snap, growls at chair
which happens to be in the way, pulls off
his boots and throws them into a corner,
jerks his socks from his feet, drops them
on the floor and lets them lie there; gets
out of his coat and vest by q quick, vim
d;c.ive sort Of twis. Of his arms and body,
unpins and unbuttons his collar, throws it
carelcssly with the tie at, rather than on,
the table: travels to the window in his
shirt extremity to let down the curtain, as
| IT he didn't care q cuss whether the entire
population of the street beheld his anatomy
or not; then puts out the light and boun.
ces into bed like great calf jumping into
pile of hay-curls himself up, his knees
nearly touching his nose, lies 50 a moment
or two, turns on his back, stretches his
limbs ont, swears at the tuc'sirg in of the
bed clothes, gruts, gets over on the other
side, and is-aSleep. Then comes the
snoring and snorting.
Isn't there n diffrrarcn :, styies