The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1865-01-26

chiefs, and almost an Aaron Burr ir
helping woman into a carriage. Hi!
patcnt.kather boots were as bright and
polished as a steel mirror, and a foot
small, Of course, to compare with his
brains. After somewhat embarrassing
silence, the Doctor stammered out with,
"Really, Miss Herrick, am | to presume
that you have adopted your present style
of costume ?'
h.1. % an n!or;yi very ih;apRy to inform you that
"You certainly don't intend to con
tinue the wearing of it"
ri do. Have you any serious objec
tion to ny dressing according to my bus
mess ?"
"Pray what business have you tha.
requires i 2"
Merely that I have volunteered to 60
to work and do something. I'm going
to take care of the garden this summer.
Our former gardener has gone to the
army and there seems to be demand
for the spirit of our good cd Revolution
ary mothers. | am proud that there is
enough of it in me to assert its sway"
l could feel my cheeks flushing as l
spoke. a sickcning leer hung around
the lips of the doctors mouth. He evil
dently "failcd to see the point" He
had studied medicine, obtained his title,
but never had the ambition or tact to
distinguish himself in his profession,
He gloried in his idlcness and thirty
thousand dollars. lie left with much
fewer fourishes of his compliments than
usual, and was succeeded by Mr.. Hay
wood When he left, Mr.. Rover came,
and was not slow to surmise that cousin
John had been using "strategy" and Civ.
lpg my courage trial.
They all left with the impression that
l was fast becoming a strong mine dej
woman, and altogether to solid for their
soft appliances Of compliments. My new
costume acted as an emetic upon the
stomach of "dcar friends" for they qui-
etly withdrew-leaving all l cared for,
however. Among the latter was George
Wayne. He was neither rich like Will
son, nor gallant like Haywood. You
could feel his goodness better than tell it,
1t was something indeinable, that pleas
cd and satisfied. He had good, hard
sense, ard that is worth more than COM
plimeDts without it. He did not turn
up his nose at my determination, but his
fine grey eyes kindled with glow of hon.
est admiration aud enthusiasm, as he
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ence and spirit to act in accordance with
the dictates of her better judgment. l
was fearful you belonged to the heartless,
frivolous, useless class of women so com.
mon among the rich. l tried to believe
otherwise. l thank you that by your
'chaDge of base you have proved that
you are what / wish all women were,
less enslaved by false notions of proprie-
ty:"
My lady friends were apparently taken
BY storm. They wondered bow I could
endure to have my hands Drowned by
labor, and how I could wear calf skin
boots. They would much sooner think
of me going to war than to raking the
garden, or pinching the runners off
strawberry plants, or killing bugs on GU
cumbers, or feeding chickens. And so
they dawdled away their time upon such
delectables as Wilson, Hayward, and
troupe, rejoicing in pale faces with spots
Of rouge, and delightful headaches and
delicate health. On the contrary, for
present enjoyment, l am as healthy,
rosy checked, red dipped, and happy as
an English girl. My hands are brown
and hard, but stronger for the piano,
whiie my voice is fuller and clearer than
l ever dared to hope it might be. l can
make crpita bread and pastry, and expect
the finest strawberries in town. More
over, 1 shall have forty dollars to pay
into my church for the Sanitary Com
mission, the amount saved by substitut.
ing myselfin Bridget's position.
For fear that some one may be mali
eous enough to think that | am adyer-
Using my newly developed virtues, and
apply for a place in my good graces, III
simply add that George Wayne, when at
home on his last furlough, took the pre-.
caution to secure a life lease from the
said b Jennie Herrick, including brown
hands, boomer, and all, and when the
war is over she will swear eternal allcgi-
ance to blue coat.
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