The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1877-10-03

very unlady-llke habit you have OF
using such slang expressions as you
bet, and Not by a jug full" They
sound vulgar when used by young men
but when a lady condescends to such
expressions they are positively revolt
ing.
why, mamma"-and pretty black
eyed Ida looked up with a mischev-
iOus smile, ats becoming quite the
fashion. Everybody-I mean all the
girls-use them now a days."
"Not everybody, Ida," replied Mrs.
Harland; mot those who are refined
and sensitive, among either young or
old. i think / have often been in the
company Of well-bred people. and not
a word of slang has been spoken
Consider for a moment, nv dear, how
coarse and vulgar it would seem in
your papa or myself, if our usual habit
was to talk after that fashion,
81 don't know" laughed Ida; ''ii
would be so comical, rather Jolly,
fancy. Odd, tool 1 just wish you
would. Then we'd be fraternity OF
slang wouldn't we? But there's the
clock-always on the strike when Pm
not half ready. Good morning, nam.
ma. l must absquatulate;" and she
laughed merrily again:
Mrs. Harland sighed to herself. -
Ida was her only daughter, and il
panied her to feel that she was under
the influence of coarse companionship.
"Alas for the school girls Of the pres
ent day." she murmured.-"What
will the future bringi"
When Mr.. Harland came home Ia
dinner, his wife and he went into con.
ference, and held a long and interest
ing conversation that seemed to result
in satisfaction and some fun, for he
laughed heartily, and declared ht
would see what he could do, for it wa
worth trying. Ida's brothers were lei
into the secret, and they declared i
was a grand idea, and might cure
her.
Ida coming straight from school
ran into the sitting room, as usual, fol
kiss, when she was greeted by heI
mother with the exclamation
"HellO, pard ! You home again p
Ida, for brief second, looked hel
establishment; then she answered, mer
rily:
"Yes, mamma, right side up with
care, as they say on the China-bOx
es,"
"Oh, cheese it! 1 don't chew any
gum but once" replied her mother
restraining herself by a violent effort
though she could hardly keep a grave
face at Ida's surprise.
"Nor I either" Ida responded, will
a laugh, and went to the piano to Drac
tice a new song.
81 say, sis, shut that off," tried he
father, who had entered the room
"We'll excuse the squalling just now
Hash is ready, and let's waltz down t
it."
"What waltz shall 1 play ?" querie,
Ida, with another faint laugh.
81 say hasn't this been jolly day?
exclaimed her brother Ned.
"Hunkadoryl" Sam responded
the grave lawyer-like Sam, with whom
no one dared take a liberty. Di,
Ida's ears serve her right, or was hom
really getting 'tOpsy-turvy? in he
own favorite language.
"Bet your sweet life" added Ned
cody. "Say, sis, how are you a
school-up a tree"
"Yes, at the top" retorted Ida, n
longer laughing, but just a little IN
clined to pOut.
"Bet your sweet life you'll fall 500
then" was the courteous answer.
"Well, it won't be your fall, wi
it s"-and Ida bit her lip.
"Papa," said Ida, after an almos
silent dinner, for some way the Sian
seemed out of way there, ''May i tax
lessons of Miss Parker, the new teach
err? She's awful sweet, and the girl
are all going wild over her."
"Are they? then suppose she
what you call bully, Ell? Do yo
think she really knows her biz {? ]
she don't, you see, I'd rather 20
wouldn't have any truck with hel
You see 1t isn't every mosy that sci
herself up who makes the best sort G
teacher, and that kind of thing
gauzy and getting played out"
"She isn't played out retorted Ids
with spirit. If you could hear he
play you wouldn't think So"
Undoubtedly you think so, m
cherub, her father said with a grav
face; "but most teachers don't pan on
worth a cent. If this Miss Parker
some 'punkins' and can teach 20
nobby pieces, you have my consent I
skip around the corner, and begin I
take a term Of lessons from the fai
damsel. Boys, dry up, and sto
your racket. You've got more chez
than a government mule. Don't Civ
me any of your lip" he added {
Charley attempted to answer, ''sir 20
may get a moss agate over your or
of vision, and a"
"Papal papa!" exclaimed Ida; &C
pray, pray, stop-it is hideous!
know why you are doing it. I'd ratl
err promise anything than hear 20
talk as you do.
"My DEAR" said her mother, "
have only been showing you yourse
as others see you.
81 know it," sobbed Ida; "and II
cured. | never dreamed 1t soundt
so horrible; and 1 ask everybody
pardon for offending their ears. Blu
papa"-and she half smiled, II new,
talked as you did. Why, where d
you learn so much slang!"
81 am sorry to say hear it fro
day to day among my clerks" was Il
reply, "and l have been almo
tempted to fine them. But when
heard my daughter"
80, papa, don't" cried Ida, putin
up both her hands.
swell, then, / won't" he responde
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