Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1877-09-01

THE TMO.

1t is indeed funny and ridiculous
sight to see lovely woman stop at a
street crossing, give her body q fearful
twist, stoop low, and reach backward
and downward nearly to her heels, and
grab from five to forty pounds of dress
trail, full of dirt aud dust, shake it five
or six times, like buzzard fixing his
wing to fly. then hobble across the street
like a lame turkey to the other side,
there 70 let 90, turn around four or five
times, and start off like stern wheel
boat in a storm. Such fantastic, fash
ionable freaks OF folly rs we see some
times upon our streets are certainly very
unbecorning in all that is modest, beau
tiful and lovely in woman. Think ot
it. The idea of fashionably dressed
blonde or brunette stopping dead still
upon the, street kick ont aud up like 4
COW at an army of loose hornets, grab
her clothes in her hand, and, with body
bent looking out with one eye from un-
der little hat perched upon one side
of her nose, and making public eXhi-
bition of heels and hose rs she Skips
across the street like an ostrich on a
run, al exact copy style and dress of
the woman who rides spotted hoss IN
a circus and jump through a paper bal
loon at fifteen dollars week and applause.
Look at that modesty dressed, sweet
faced humble girl, walking homeward,
having been on a mission for her moth
er, perhaps No foolishness about her.
She lives, dresses, acts and looks plain.
She and fashion are strangers. Loaters
and blackguard's don't stare at and after
her, and make all kinds of vulgar re
marks about her. No, She commands
respect, by her dress and conduct upon
the public streets. See her III spOllcsS
white, looking like an angel. knoeling
at her bedside with her face and eyes
lifted heavenward, and in accents low
aud sweet, breathing from her pure lips
the language of her soul in prayer
'Our father who art i'll heaven. Angels
put their ears to the twinkling stars and
listen TO her PRAYER. The one, a meek,
humble Christian woman, whose ailec-
tions are fixed upon things above the
toibles and tollies OF fashionable world
whose very soul pants tor the light
and love of home over there. The
other, thin vsaged makeup woman
of a fashionable world, whose whole
soul is engulfed in the great whirlpool
Of mock happiness and folly; who never
looks in the bible one hundredth part as
much as she does looking glass; whose
whole idea of life is to have fun with
the boys until she is forty, and then take
the chances on fooling some old coon
into .Duying her If she can. The one
brcathcs her prayer and lies down upon
her downy bed TO sleep and dream OF
heaven and the angels. The other comes
out Of the parlor at late hour, like a
tired and hungry coach horse, rushes to
the pantry, grabs pickle in one
hand, a cold ham lone in tho other.
Then TO her room. She swings her
harness over the backs of halt dozen
chairs, scatters the other .'make up
about the floor, forgcts the duty she owes
God and herself, and dives into bed
Ike a warirat into the canal, rolls and
tunbles all night as if the bed was full
Of hornets, and rises at eight, nine, or
ten o'clock next morning as stiff and
lifclcss as billy goat that had been run
over by freight train. Now, which Of
the two, think you, God and the angles
smile upon the most, the Leautilul wo.
man or the fashionable young lady?