The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-02-21

the lightning leaps sharp and quickly out be-
low, and rnomentary darkness falls from the
hair to the defiant chin. Her ears are trife
prominent, and when you look at them you
see they are listening, listening perhaps for
what she will never hear again. Her form is
full, trihe too full to indicate fneness and
spirituality; and her manner is too decided
and positive to be attractive at first Her
toilet is 0 somewhat Outre, and
there is more and less of it than
there should be, while some
of her jewelry might be spared for the sake
of taste. But above all there is an express
sion in her face and her hair that declares
something has gone out of her life-some-
thing that rounded and completed her
womanhood-som that will never re-
turn. She has been wife and mother; she
is not likely to be again; for the memory of
that wifehood and maternity makes her
shudder, and sends the strange almost lurld
look out of her eye. She may have child
or children with her; and if you could look
into her chamber after midnight, you would
see her bending over the bed where the little
creatures lie, with tears baptizing the whis-
pered prayers for them, which she never
utters for herself.
Unlike the adventurer, the adventures has
conscience, feels remorse, suffers for the
past, dares not reflect upon the future.
When the mental torture comes, she plunges
into excitement, and laughs widest when
her heart sinks like burning lead in her
bosom.
Adventuresses are most at home in the
great hotels Hardly one of the Broadway
houses that has not several of the singular
sisterhood. They always avoid each other,
are enemies on instinct. Men alone they
affect. Without doing anything you can
describe, they always attract attention
When they enter the ordinary, or sit
in the drawing-room, or walk in the cor
ridor, every masculine eye beholds, and
many masculine eyes follow them. They
know, with almost mathematical certainty,
the impression they are making, when it is
their time to glance, to speak, to drop hand
kerchief, to write a note. Nothing escapes
their acute senses. The man whom they have
selected for dupe is such before he has
spoken. What is the boasted reason of our
sex to the subtle instincts of theirs They
have made men study as Balzac and Goethe
made women study, and they have found
their profit in it, be sure. They grow upon
their acquaintance imperceptibly butrapidly,
andafter few hours of untrammelled talk seem
like old friends you are bound to assist when
trouble comes. 1t will come very soon. The
adventures is always in trouble, and she tells
so sad story that you feel during its narra-
tion as if you should dry every tear with a
altogether. She accepts half the sum; is eter-
nally grateful, and the situation changes with
the pressure of a hand.
The adventures lives in Manhattan; but
she goes to Washington frequently when Con-
efess is in session, for there she reaps
harvest. She brings all her arts to bear on
members of the House and Senate, who yield
to feminine influence when they can with
stand bribes and the clamor of constituents.
Dba of@
on the Hudson, and fights it out on the
Potomac. She completes there what she
begins here.
Women want their rights. Let them have
their rights by all means; but their rights are
little compared to their privileges. Men have
neither when an accomplished adventures
has fairly taken them in her tolls.
''Keep pretty women out of my sight, "
said st. Evremond, ''and the thunder-stroke
shall not make me swerve. But with their
eyes looking into mine, am like wax owe r
the flame of a taper"
Adventuresses do not decline so rapidly as
| the adventurers Women of education and
| some breeding, as they usually are, seldom
descend with the plummet-ike promptness of
men. Culture seems to make lodges for
them, and there they lodge, instead of plung-
ing over the precipice down to the dizzy
depths below. They change their nearest
friends as they do their gowns; for those wear
out even quicker than these. But they laugh
and are gay, go clad in purple, and seem to
float on the top wave of life. At the theatre
and the opera, at the picture galleries and the
Academy balls, they queen it grandly, and
many of their sex who know them not envy
them the gilded shell in which they masque.
rade. They all have history different from
the one they tell, and sadder far. If they
wrote autobiography, the simple truth would
be more eloquent than any rhetoric.
If they could be set right, could once get
their feet on the firm rock of principle, all
might be well; but they seem incapable
somehow; their will is too weak, their love
of variety and excitement too great. They
often turn to white memories and fairel
futures, and stretch out their pale hands
But the voice that drove Ahasuerus seems tc
say, ''March march - and they 60 on and
on, until the long grass of the churchyard
muffies their weary footsteps forever.
Turner & Co. also send us the following
periodicals.
Lippincott's Magazine for March, which
weshave already noticed.
The american Exchange and Reoiew fol
February, which contains number of excel
lent articles on practical subjects.
GOdey's Lady's Book for March has steel
plate frontispiece, number of fashion illus
trations, and a good selection of reading
matter.
Our Yong Folks for March is made at
tractive by plenty of good engravings ant
well-written stories and sketches suited +,
the tastes of juvenile readers.
| Our B0YS and Girls for February 26 has al