Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-02-10

"You are quite mistaken" cut il
the Fool Catcher, handing back he
letter. "You are any thing but
fool, my dear; but you can call you
mistress, if you please"
And so Mr.. Blivins fell into line
and we marched on-Mrs. Smythe
Mrs. Bivlins, Grinder, and I-whel
we came suddenly ON Mollie, in YER
high boots, and very short skirt
scalloped, ruffled, be-braided, be
buttoned, and be-tassled; . mon
strous1 1nnh fback- covered dwitI
a net, bristling with small curls, o
which I haven't the name, but whicl
unassisted Nature would be apt t.
term Couture a la Fido; in front
species of hair-work, a hirsute forti
fcation, elevated high above he
forehead, and likewise defended b,
curls, and somewhere between tn
front and back-hair small fiat pan
cake of straw and ribbon half hiddel
on the top of her head; and thi.
dainty apparition approached us
shoulders held high and square, ell
bows stiffiy out, and head very high
we halted very involuntarily to ado
her to our ranks; but the Fool Catch
er suffered her to pass on, which she
did without once glancing toward
us, following her with something like
pity in his infexible face.
"We make distinctions" he OK.
planned to us. "Some are born
fools, some achieve folly, and some
have folly thrust upon them. You
have all of You achieved folly; but
she has folly thrust upon her, ]
have cosidered her, case, and I really
cannot find that she has any thing
else offered her. She is a girl of en-
terprise, and if any thing bet
ter was given her to do, would be
likely to do it; but the father and
mother who have not educated their
daughted beyond the standard of a
fashion-plate, deserve place in my
ranks. Step in Madam: walk up,
Sir!'
And so we marched on-Mollie' s
father and mother, Mrs. Smythe,
Mrs. Bilvins, Grinder and I. On
the next corner stood Judge Crath-
carts house, and on the steps the
old gentleman himself was watching
us.
, "Step down, Judge" said the
Fool Catcher. "You belong to me,
since your wisdom consists in not
advancing, when you have legs, and
the rest of the word is getting ahead
of YOU"
"Don't believe in your modern
improvements and new tangled no.
tions!" growled the old man.
"There were no Fool Catchers in
my time"
"Oryou would have been caught up
long ago. "retorted the Fool Catcher;
" and you too, Miss Stryffer, seeing
that lady peeping out from her blinds.
"You have made some good points
concerning the duties and rights Of
your own sex; but when, to gain these
points with men, you threw aside the
gentleness that belongs to women, I
was obliged to set you down in my
book. Step down madam! I ask you
reluctantly, l assure you; but then
you should have re membered that
men are used to hard names, ridicule,
and denunciation from other men,
and know how to meet it; while by
nature they are incapable of making
good defense against the tough blade
of q truth, or good argument, with
a hilt of feminine sweetness" And
SO we marched on-Judge Catheart,
Miss Stryffer, Mollie's father and
mother, Mrs. Smythe, Mrs. Blivins,
Grinder and Ito Mrs. Patchouli's q
door, I stared; Miss Stryffer stared.
Why, what has she done? p asked
Grinder.
"a very estimnbls woman" qua
vered Mollie's mother.
Yes, but jealous of her husband e
very eye-lashes, said the Fool Catch.
er, with disgust. eff he glances
aside, it is at the lady in the window
if he chats with a neighbor, ahl there
is an intrigue. Whersas, il Mrs
Patchouli would only spend the time
and energy that she devotes to discov
ering and denouncing her husbands
infdelities in making herself agreea'
bic, she would have in herself the
best possible warrant against q cause
for jealousy. Fall in, Mrs. Pat
chouli!'
At the same time ringing vigorous
ly the bell next door. I had dom
with astonishment, or there woult
have been cause for wonder, for thi,
was John Pliers house, who looked q
the Fool Cacher and at US with inef
able surprise.
Gentlemen, here is some mis-
take" remarked John Pillar, with dig
nifty. The Fool Catcher ran ever th'
list in his book. "John Pillar, 76
Fifth street." This must ba you, Sir
You own this place; you own tina
piu-stv. You livo in this nalace. be