The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-08-16

Tang-diddle, tang-diddle, tang-diddle-tan!
Here goes the honest good, Woodworking, jolly
blacksmith man!
Nursery.
Miss Charitys Lady.
els it severe to be sincere, Matilda {?
Tow do you feel about it ? Because, if
Oh like I shall have to begin to fatter
1u to the blush. I could do it, you
now.
cit is SO hard to be impoltely sincere
lady"
"Lady humph p and Miss Charity
rs dumb over the teaspoons she was
uniting.
Don't you call Mrs. Livine a lady 2"
" AS you are one by bringing up, and
ont repeat what's said to you, frankly,
don't find her one. She is a woman
irls like, because she is fond of petting
7erybody, and talks very sweetly about
cry fine things, and she dresses correct
7; but her enthusiasm don't sound real.
lady may wear imitation lace for con
enience, but she never airs imitation
ointment.
I wish could know what you con-
der a lady"
8" [ might begin by telling you what
he isn't, and what she doesn't do. She
ont walk without knocking into the
louise of a woman she has only seen once
t her own house, even if they have met
1t parties. She won't call any one By
christian name until she is asked to take
he privilege. And she won't make adj
vances where it is her place to wait. You
modern girls have such notions of free
lom that you are only content with up
setting things, and taking liberties, and
you don't all outgrow it as women. I
have heard boarding-school girls chaff a
college president, and quiz noted but
nervous foreign musician, and say pert
things to a great Senator, imagining they
did themselves credit, and repeat their
sauciness afterward with pride.
" Professor, one of them said, with a
dippant air, for which her mother ought
to have taken her home at once, isn't it
hresOme to know as much as you do, and
always have to carry it about with you 2
"' He was getting porous about his
everlasting rocks, she explained, in tell
ing the story, and I gave him notice to
quit, as none Of the rest dared to.
"' made him blush, another boast
ed, after a pert repartee to lawyer of
twice her years.
"' Was he blushing at you or for
you?' one of the others had the sense to
retort.
"Don't you hear Of this sort of girl
everywhere? There are plenty with
brains and fair education, learned in
their neighbours conceit, who know moth
ing themselves, perhaps with talent for
art, but without a tithe of good breeding,
who carry their offensive, stupid smart
ness wherever they go. They will invite
a Grand Duke to skate with them, write
to Bismarck for his autograph, say saucy
things to a President, who usually tries
to smile as if he liked it, answer back
the Holy Father himself when they get a
presentation, and write letters to the
newspapers about it afterward. All
which is beneath contempt.
"They are no less condescending tc
their humble neighbors. No regard
seems worth their while unless It il
taken by audacity. 8 I found the dool
of your heart open, one of the charming
minxes whom I was beginning to tolerate
saiG to me once. [ walked in withou
knocking, and I mean to stay.
g I'm determined you shall be de
voted to me, another said, setting he
lips and looking straight into my fac
with her lovely blue eyes. This NIGH
be very nice to a school-boy or a youn,
idiot who didn't know his or her owl
mind, but to make sayings like this he
stock in trade, renders a girl tiresom
beyond relief. I'd as lief see q thunder
storm coming as one of these assured an
overcoming chits who is always certai
that with her looks and position and he
condescension she can make ciyilitie
irresistible.
Miss Winchester, what is the secre
of being a lady? Is it to be true an
fearless like a man, or to be just or polit
and charitable, and always giving Il
oneself for others? ?"
Miss Winchester was darning table
cloth. She always did the nice parts
housekeeping to steady her nerves, sl
said, and she took time to answer.
"The truest ladies I ever knew Ina
two things so blended that one new,
knew which to be surest Of their since
ity or their kindness. Ineyer saw a lad
whether she was a girl or grown woma.
who had not the faculty wise writ
Cabs a genius for loving 1t was boz
IN them, and grew with them. 1T is n