, 1877-02-09
H.w shs was Cured.

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sound vulgar when used 10y young men,
but when a lady conde~cends 10 such "N-
prcssions. they are positively revolving.
"Whv. mamma. and pretty black
eyei Liza looked up with a mi-chicVous
smilc. .itis becoming quite the fashion.
Evervl61y-l mean all the girls use
them nowadays.
"Not everybody. Ida" replied Mrs.
Harland: mot those who are Refined
and sensitive, among either young or
old. l think l have often been IN the
company Of well-bred people, and not
= word Of slang was spoken. Consider
for a moment, my dear, how coarse and
vulgar it would seem in your papa or
myself, if our usual habit was to talk
after the fashion"
81 don't know" laughed Ida; "it
would be so comical,-ratlier jolly, l
fancy. Odd, too! 1 Just wish you would.
Then we'd be a fraternity of slang,
wouldn't we? But there's the clock
always on the strike when I'm not half
ready. Good-morning, mamma. l
must absquatulate," and she laughed
merrily again.
Mrs. Harland sighed to herself. Ida
was her only daughter, and 1t panied
her to feel that she was under the in
huence of coarse oompanionship. ALAS
for the schoolgirls of the present
s dayl" she murmured. "What will the
future bring?"
When Mr.. Harland came home to din
ner. his wife and he went into confer
ence, and held long and interesting
conversation, that seemed to result IN
satisfaction and some fun, for he laugh
ed heartily, and declared that he would
see what he could do, for it was worth
irving. Ida's brothers we're also let in
to the secret, and they too declared that
it was grand idea, and might cure
her.
Ida, coming straight from school. ran
into the sitting-room, as usual, for kiss,
when she was greeted by her mother
with the exclamation,-
ssHello, pardl You home again?"
Ida for a brief second looked her as
tonishment; then she answered merrily-
'sYes, mamma, right side up with
care as they say on the china-boxes.
"0h, cheese i'll / don't chew any
gum but once" replied her mother,
restraining herself by violent effort,
though she could hardly keep grave
face at Ida's surprise.
"Nor I either,,s' Ida responded, with
light and rather constrained laugh,
and went to the piano to practice new
song.
Il say, sis, shut that off" cried her
father, who had entered the room.
ssWesl excuse the squalling Just now.
Hash is ready, and let's waltz down to
it."
'sWhat waltz shall I play9" queried
Ida, with another faint laugh.
81 say, hasn't this been Jolly day?"
exclaimed her brother Ned.
'sHunkadoryl" Sam responded, the
grave, lawyer-like Sam, with whom no
one dared to take liberty. Did Ida's
ears serve her right, or was home really
getting ''topscy-turvey," in her own
fayorite language.
ssBet your life, added Ned, coolly.
.'Say, sis, how are you at school, up a
tree9'
"Yes, at the top" retorted Ida, no
longer laughing, but just little inclin-
ed to pout.
"Bet your sweet life you'll fall soon,
then, was the courteous answer.
''Well, it won't be your fall, Will it?"
and Ida bit her lip.
Papa, said Ida, after an almost sill
ent dinner, for, some way, the slang
seemed out Of place there, "may I take
lessons Of Miss Parker, the new teacher?
She's awful sweet, and the girls are all
going Wild over her"
"Are they? Then suppose she is
what you would call bully, eh? Do
you think she really knows her biz? If
she don't, you see, I'd rather you
wouldn't have any truck with her. You
see it isn't every mosy that sets herself
up who makes the best sort of teacher,
and that kind of thing is gauzy and get
ting played out"
sShe isn't played out, I" retorted Ida.
with spirit. ''H you could hear her
play, you wouldn't think SO"
tUndoubtly you think so, my tender
cherub, her father said, with q grave
face; ''but most teachers don't pan ont
worth a cent. II tkis Miss Parker Is
some punkins, and can teach you mob
BY pieces, you have my consent to skip
round the corner, and begin to take a
term Of lessons from the fair damosel.
Boys, dry up, and stop your racket.
You've got more cheek than a govern
ment mule, Don't give me any your
hp,' he added, as Charley attempted an
answer, "or you may get moss agate
over your orb Of vision, and a.
rPapai papaT exclaimed Ida, "Oh.
pray, pray stop,-it is hideousl / know
why you are doing it. I'd rather promise
anything than hear you talk as You do. /"
MY dear, said her mother, 1--WE
have only been showing you yourself
as others see You"
ST know il, sobbed Ida. aand Tn