The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-02-28
Wednesday, Feb'y %, 1877.
LIES Contrasts

AsIleft the Baker Street Bazaar
this afternoon and stro!l.d ouwsF,is,
my astei.tion Vas attracted " tae DE-
licioas IDIOTS issuing sFstn. and he ta>cl-
hating forms displayed II, florist 5
window-a great e2paase of plate glas.
backed by rustic WOOD bs.i!t up
behind. iute y hose nnuk- and craDus,~
the most iasry-!ike CREATURES 81 tis~
SWEET GODDESS FLORA
Were gather,si Here Wa = great bunch
of gbite li!aes. .aeil single pray u
which a. .old IF ao"t.t /! 81 eur money
They are brought over from Frame.
these White Iilacs, @itrc their culture
10 better understood tns.n 1t - ia L. <
land spriisg viplets are IL abundance,
flaming tulips with gay petals ike a
eoekaloos Wig. EAs .,-il daisies. the
graceful ieaf oi the maiden hair f~rn.
ter roses; other flower. " hoss. rAiue |
know not. AID which II not more beau-
tiful than have mentioned. are Ger
tsinly more rare and s.rang-. and stand
ing in the door of the florists shop jist
about - enter was
YoCyG CoUPLE OF SURPRISING BEAUTY
Both. as was aviden. from their man
ner. bathing in the luxury Of the iii t
sweet sentiments ut love Their az
rarei and their bearing proclaimed
them ~ belonging 10 the highest class
of aristocrats; all elegant carriage await
ed them al the cgrbstouc TANK the
youth must have been bidding the
maiden To choose some flowers, for as |
got within arshot ! saw her lift pair
of witching eyes To bis. and with a fas-
cinating smile she said. What l reatiy
rant is that bahsket." She pronounc-
cd the word slightly. but somewhat as |
have written 1t. aud In accordance With
the habit of her class (her clahss') He
went In and bought the great basket OF
costly Dothingnsss. and his lovelight
got what she really waited"
The incident and the phrase would
not have particularly impressed me, /
.hink. but for another circumstance
which instantly followed. turn.d IN
tn side street and ente.ed butcher
shop. While giving my orders there,
woman. scarcely Older Of at all than
she l had just seen, came into the shop.
IA woman not uncome.y. either. but,
oh, Father in Heaven. what q picture
Of
AFFECT wgETCHEDSEss
She was Her vile rags hung, one
scarcely knew how. upon her grovel-
ling for At form IN itself not deform
ed. not even dccrepit, but only made TO
grovel by the utter detection and de-
basement of the soul within. By the
hand she dragged n wretched, runv,
whining child, and. without word Of
inquiry 10 the butcher, she walked over
tn = part of the shop where upon a
block lot of miserable odds aud
ends Of meat had been tossed.
| thought 1t was mess meant to fling
To the dogs. and such is tho only usa to
which We in America would put such
asxeeta neDabra, yet lowering eagerly
over it, like vulture over carrion, this
poor degraded specimen of human kind.
with troubling aud excited fingers
pulled the bits about till she found one
suited 10 her f,ncy, and paying for it
with penny. she Rugged the uLtempt-
ing morsel to her breast. beneath her
ragged shawl and hurried away, the
yoangling crying the harder as she
pulled him along. stumbling ut every
step.
LIES CONTRASTS.
The scene went to my heart like "a
daggcr's thrust. Did you ever, when
giving yourself any unwonted bit OF
luxury, or even CON fort on. of tie ordl-
nary. ask yourself if it WAS right that
1you should do this. or il it were not
rather your duty To deprive yourself
and aid others less well bestowed than
yourseifg So felt at that moment.
fastened after the poor wretch. But
she was gone--los.. in an instant. in
tho great maelstrom Of London. Yet.
as stood on u corner and gszed about
me. wondering what street she might
have vanished into. heard the rattle
Of wheels. and, looking up, saw in "A
passing carriage the beautiful young
couple OF the florists shop. The costly
basket" was already disregarded, and
stood. unndorned. oh the front seat
W uat tHis NottiaI tthtiN NAHttu WIS
the white llacs: what the other woman
really wanted was morsel Of meat e.
satisfy the wolf~like hunger which
shown IL her wild eyes. and ,rcmbled in
her skinny fingers.
We talk of hard times. terrible
distress" in America. but the day is far
distant when eases Of starvation will
not be oi rare occurrence. even iii our
most crowded centres. Pray God il
may never comc' 1t is this
TERRIBLE oAUNr SPECTRE OF PAUrER-
ISM.
Which plays the part of skele.onsat the
feast in grand old England. and drives
80 many IL her sons and daughters
away from the historic soil they love 30
well To ether and far dis,an,' lands,
where skies are bright and Fortune
less unkind -Lo.deH Letter
Teach your sons 10 wear their clo,h
like kings.