The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-09-20
How They Go to Bed.


The young girl trips gaily up to
her chamber, and with the cautious
timidity peculiar to her sex, first
locks the doors and arranges the
window curtains, so that by no pos
sible chance a passerby, or a be
lated nocturnal wanderer, from the
pavement can catch a glimpse of
her budding beauty when en- dishG
bile. The task completed, she
turns on the gas to its full, and in
stitutes a general search through
out the apartment that she may be
sure it does not contain a ''horrible
burglar" or a desperate ruffian in
big whiskers and crisp black hair.
Carefully, with her delicate little
fingers, she lifts the bed valence,
peeps into places where even Tom
Thumb could not squeeze his di-
minutive corporation, and lakes a
cursory peep in the half-empted
trunk, and not forgetting to glance
nervously under the sofa, the space
between which and the floor is no.
sufficient to contain the ghost of
Calvin Edison, much less an ordina-
ry robber. Having ascertained that
she is really alone, she leisurely
proceeds to divest her fair form of
the silk and linen conventionalities
of society. First she relieves her
glossy hair of the pins and combs
which enthrall it, and does it up
more compactly. Then off comes
the little collar, and the little va
pory cloud she calls under sleeves,
which all the day have been clasped
around her white, plump arms, by
pair of India rubber straps. Next
the love of. aspiring silk dress is I'm
fastened in front. Then sundry
waist strings, buttons and hooks
are loosened, and 10! what a col
lapse, like Lows big balloon. She
stands like Saturn, the center of
rings. There they lie upon the
carpet, partly covered by the linen
undertakings, with no more expires
sion in them than there is in the
floor beneath the carpet.
Sits she now upon the edge of
the snowy bed and begins the un
lacing of garters, and the disrobing
of those fair, swelling limbs of the
stockings. The pretty little foot is
carefully perched upon the knee,
down drops the gaiter, off comes the
elastic, and her thumbs inserted at
the stocking heel, pushes it down
down over the heel, and the cotton
rests beside the prunella. So with
the other foot, only involving a
slight change of position. There
is a smile that peers out from the
bushes of her sweet face. now, as
standing before the.glass, she pla-
ces upon her head the night cap,
and, with a quick twist of her fin
gers, ties the bewitchlng bow. Then
the night gown is thrown over the
frilled chinese, concealing the heav
ing bosom and the shoulders in the
linen folds. The Counterpart and
the sheets thrown back, the gas
is turned down-very, very low
and the little form presses the
yielding couch, and the angel goes
off to the world of dreams.
Now in the room directly above her
is the great brute of brother. He
comes into it, shuts the door with
a slam, turns the key with snap,
growls at chair which happens to
be in the way, pulls off his boots
and throws them in the corner,
jerks his socks from his feet, drops
his pantaloons on the floor, lets
them lie there; gets out of his coat
and vest by a quick, vindictive
twist of his arms and body; unpins
and unbuttons his collar, throws it
carelessly at, rather than on, the ia
BILE; travels to the window in his
shirt extremity to let down the cur
tain as if he didn't care a cuss
whether the entire population of
the street beheld his anatomy or
not; then puts out the light, and |
bounces into bed like a great calf |
jumping into pile of hay; curls |
himself up, his knees nearly touch
ing his nose, lies so a moment or
two, turns on his back, stretches
his limbs out, swears at the tucking
in one of the bed clothes, grunts,
gets over on the other side, and isl
asleep. Then comes the snoring
and snorting.
Isn't there difference in style?
Decention Most Cruel