Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1875-05-27

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woman hates : hea with IN intensity
slnost diaboical in its nature. She
win purs1s one Of these innocents with
the remorselessness Of . fend, and II
you ever expect to zee = beautiful ex-
empliintion Of womanly tEkits never
look for il when she knows that flea
u about And IN proportion - . wo-
man hates the nea seems 20 love, and
= never enjoying estaAie bliss unless
favored by her society. He likes 70
- ~ - 6-,1ho silly lnnU e
t6e night, WOO her Iron sl1mbsr, and
from sheltered nook witness her fe-
verish exertions to escape his caresses;
but perhaps be does not reach the acme
of enjoyment until he can slyly accom-
pany her to church and not make his
presence known until she has satisfac-
torily settled her furbelows and houn-
ces On the cushioned seat all ready to
be admired and make note Of how 9TH
ers look. And then the fea begins his
manipulations, knowing full well that
he has his victim at disadvantage.-
Here there can be no hasty finging Of
skirts, no assuming of unbecoming pos
lures while making frantic grabs at the
mischievous and inaccessible monster.
If you note the woman closely. you
will see q compression Of the lips and q
look of hate and pain creeping into the
face which she would fain conceal and
not reveal, for are not many eyes upon
her? One moment she settles herself
little more firmly on ono side, as
though hoping to crush the aggressor,
but the next moment feels him scam
pering upward, when she settles back
quickly to catch him between her back
and the rail, but all in vain his flag is
still there. One dainty gaiter may rub
up against its fellow as far as may be
done without disarranging drapery, aud
there may be quite, yet nevertheless
vicious, clutch of jeweled hand under
pretense of arranging flowing drapery,
but all in vain. And the flea, how he
does enjoy it. He roams hither and
thither at his own sweet will, uncaring
for the boiling wrath which fairly makes
the white flesh upon which he plays
shivcr beneath his light tread. And
perhaps the flea has his mate, and then
the anguish is doubled. At one mo-
ment they are playing tag; at another
hide-and seek, and while the one is
costly nestled away, the other rushes
hither and thither to find it in a way
which is maddening; and then they act
the part of explorers, and prospect ev-
cry hill and dale of the form divine
But one thing they do not do, they
do not go to sleep. And during this
hour of martyrdom how the wrath Of
the woman gathers, and how only
thoughts of dire vengeance make the
brief agony endurable. But at last the
service which has seemed so long is
ended, and with as much majesty as
her writhing form will permit, she sails
home without lettering, you may be
sure. The house reached, with one
bound she is within the privacy of her
own chamber, and there all restraint
is cast aside. With lightning haste off
comes the barriacades behind which the
fiess found entrenchment, and at last
she stands like gladiator stripped for
the fight, and then the fate of the in
vader is sealed. He is pursued with
remorseless fury, and the battle does
not end until the victor shakes aloft
the scalp of the foe, and vows that so
perish always the flea who dares to in
wade the sacred territory Of her person.