Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-07-30
NO. 17s
Miseellaileous.
Miss Charlty's Lacy.

How do you feel about it? Because, If
you like, shall have to begin to fatter
you to the blush. could do it, you
know"
at is so hard TO be impolitely sincere
| 10 lady,"
Lady humphr p and Miss Charity was
dumb over the teaspoons she was count
ing.
Don't you call Mrs. Lavine lady?"
"As you are one by bringing up, and
won't repeat what's said to you, frankly,
L don't find her one. She is a woman
| girls like, because she is fond of pettipp
| everybody, and talks very sweetly about
very fine things, and she dresses correctly;
but her enthusiasm don't sound real. A
| lady may wear imitation lace, for conven.
ence, but she never airs imitation senti-
ment"
Il wish | could know what you consid-
er lady,
81 might begin by telling you what she
| isn't, and what she doesn't do She don't
walk without knocking into the house of
woman she has only seen once at her
own house, even if they have met at par
ties. She won't call any one by their
Christian name till she is asked 10 take the
privilege. And she won't make advances
| where it is her place to wait You mod
| ern girls have such notions of freedom,
that you are only content with upsetting
| things, and taking liberties, and you don't
| all outgrow it as women. / have heard
boarding school girls chaff college pres
ident, and quiz noted but nervous for
eign musician and say pert things to a
great senator, imagining they did them
selves credit, and repeat their sauciness
afterward with pride.
Professor" one of them said, with
iippant air. for which her mother ought to
have taken her home at once, isn't it
tresome to know as much as you do, and
always have to carry it about with you ?"
'He was getting borous about his ever
| lasting rocks" she explained, in telling
| the story, land l gave him notice to quit,
| as none Of the rest dared to-
81 made him blush" another boasted,
| afte. pert repartee to lawyer of twice
| her pears.
"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 neighbors' conceit, who know moth
| ing themselves, perhaps with talent for
| art, but without tithe of good breeding,
who carry their offensive, stupid smart
ness wherever they go. They will invite
| 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 q
presentation, and write letters to the
newspapers about it afterward. All of
which is beneath contempt"
'They are no less cendescending to
their humble neighbors. No regard seems
worth their while unless it is taken by au-
dacity. Il found the door of your heart
open,' one of the charming minxes whom
l was beginning to tolerate said to me
once. Il walked in without knocking,
and mean to stay"
"'Tm determined you shall be devot-
ed to me, another said. setting her lips
| aud looking straight into my face with
lovely blue eyes. This might be very
| rice to schoolboy or young idiot who
| di'n't know his or her own mind, but to
nike sayings like this her stock in trade,
| rer ders girl tiresome beyond relief.
I'd as lief see a thunderstorm coming as
one of these assured and overcoming chits
who is always certain that with her looks
and position and her condescension she can
make civilities irresistible"
Miss Winchester, what Is the secret
of being lady Is it to be true and fear
less like man, or to be just, or polite and
charitable, and always giving up oneself
to otfe So"
Miss Winchester was darning table,
cloth. She always did the nice parts of
housekeeping. to steady her nerves, she
said. and she took time to answer.
1.-The truest ladies ever knew had two
| things so nearly blended that no one ever
knew which to be surest OF, their sinceri-
| ty or their kindness. | never saw a lady,
| whether she was girl or a woman, who
had not the faculty wise writer calls a
genirs for loving 1t was born in them,
and grew with them. at is not that
kind of Il don't know what to do with N.Y.
self feeling, that makes girls throw their
arms round the nea,est friend and smoth-
er her with kisses, that is feigning .pret-
ty jealouses of others, and saying Il wish
you could love me, when one isn't in a
mode for sweet stuff. The most loving
hearted girls don't show their feelings by
any means. They do not love to kiss, or
parade affection, but they are kind, o so
kind to their last breath aud drop of
strength, TO those who need and deserve
their care. Kind with the kindness that
| makes one wise for others happiness, so
that mother looks into the mending bask-
ei TO find that troublesome torn shirt
sleeve made whole, and the apron finished
| for Bobby, and father has the room quiet
| for long evening when he wants to read
| the debates, or to make calculations, and
Jennie finds her ran.spoiled dress sponged
and ironed fresh in the wardrobe, and
Mrs. Brown over the way sees the chill
dren taken out of the house when she has
a racking headache, and the teacher knows
who will run up the tlounces and sew on
buttons for the new suit she is hurrying
to make out of school hours. There is
nothing too homely or distasteful for this
sort of girl to do. and she might take for
her signature what saw once in kind
letter of Elizabeth Stoddard's. the nov-
ehst, Yours, to serve The kisses and
the lovemaking may be shy enough with
her. but the Kindness is for everybody,
and it runs very deep. Nothing draws on
her help and sympathy so much as to
need it most, to be without interest or al