The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1877-12-18
The Two.

1t is INDEED funny AMI ridieulou,
sight to see lovely woman stop at .
street crossing. give her body fearful
twist. stoop low aud reach backward
and do wnward nearly to her heels, and
grab from five to fn.ty pounds Of dress
tail, full Of dirt and dust, shake it FIVE
or six times, like a buzzard fixing his
wings to Ay, then h6bble across the
street like u lame turkey to the other
side, there to ''lct 90" turn around
four or five times, aud start off like a
stern-wheel boat in a storm. Such fam
tastir, fashionable freaks Of folly as we
see sometimes upon our streets are very
uuhecoming in all that is modest, b'au-
tiful, and lovely in woman, Think of
it. The idea Of a iashiouably, dressed
blonde or truuetto stopping dead still
upon the street, kick out and up like a
COW at an army Of loose hornets, grab
her clothes in her band, and with q
body bent, looking out from under a
little lat per"hrd upon one side OF the
head. and making public exhibition of
her heels and hose as she skips across
the street like an ostrich on q run,
an exact copy in style and dress of the
woman who rides spotted horse in Il
circus and JUMPS through paper bal
loon for fifteen dollars week and
and appAse Look at the m"drsily
dressed, sweet faced, humble girl, walk
ing homeward. having been On a mis-
sion for her mother, perhaps. No fool
ishness about her. She lives. dresses,
acts and looks plain. She and fashion
arc strangers. l.oaiers aud b!ackguards
don't stare ut her, and make all kinds
of remarks about her. No. She com
mands respect by her dress and conduct
upon the public streets. See her in
spotlpss white, looking like an angel.
KDecling at the bedside with her face
and eyes lifted heavenward. and in ac-
cents low and sweet, brea: hing from her
pure lips the language of her soul in
humble prayer: "Oar Father who art
ia heaven" Angels put their ears to
the twinkling stars and listen to her
PRAYERS. The one, meek, humble,
Christian young woman. whose affec-
tions are fixed on things above the fol-
bles and fulies Of fashionable world
whose very soul pauis for the light and
love of "home over there The
other, -visaged. "made-up" wn-
man of fashionable world whose whole
heart and soul is engulf' in the great
whirlpool of mock happiness and folly;
who never looks in the Bible oto hun
drcdth part as much as she does l'ok-
ing. glass, whose whole idea Of life is to
have fun with the boys" until she's
forty. and then take the chance Of fool
ing some old u,an into buying her" it
she can. The one breathes her prayer
and lies down upon her downy bed to
dream OF heaven aud the angels. The
other comes out Of the rarlor at very
late hour, like tired and hungry
coach horse. rushes to the pantry, grabs
a pickle in one hand, and cold ham
bunc in the other; then 10 her r"om
She swings her "harprts" over the back
Of half dozen chairs, scatters the other
"make-up" about the floor, aud forgets
the duty she owes To God ana herself,
and dives into bed like Il whari-rat into
the canal rolls and tumblcs all night US
il the bed was full Of hornets, and rises
at eight, nine or ten O'Clock next morn
ing us stif and lfclcss us billy-goat
that has been run over by q freight
train. Now, which of the two, think
you, God and the angels smile upon the
most, the beautiful woman or the fash
iouable young lady ?-Cower-JournaI