The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-02-20
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The Two.

II is indeed a funny and ridiculous sight
to see a lovely woman stop at a street-cross-
ing, give her body n fearful twist, stoop low
and reach backward and downward nearly
to her heels, and grab from five to forty
pounds of dress tail, full of dirt and dust,
shake it five or six times, like a buzzarl fix,
ing his wings to fly, then hobble across the
street like n lame turkey to the other side,
there to "let CO." turn around four or five
times, and start of like a stern-wheel boat
in a storm. Such fantastic, fashionable
freaks of folly as we see sometimes upon our
streets are certainly very unbecoming in all
that is modest, beautiful, and lovely in
woman. Think of it. The idea of a fash.
ionably-dressed blonde or brunette stopping
dead still upon the street, kick out and up
like a COW at an army of loose hornets, grail
her clothes in her hand, and with a body
bent, looking out from under a little hat
perched upon one side of the head, and
making q public exhibition of her heels and
hose as she skips across the street like an
ostrich on n run, an exact copy in style and
dress Of the woman who rides n spotted
horse in n circus and jumps through a paper
balloon for S15 a week and applause. Look
at the modestly dressed. swcet.faced,
humble girl, walking homeward, having
been on a mission for her mother, perhaps.
No foolishness about her. She lives,
dresses, acts and looks plain. She and
fashion are strangers. Loafers and black
guards don't stare Mt her. and make all kinds
of vulgar remarks about her. No! She
commands respect by her dress and conduct
upon the public streets. See her in spotless
white, looking like au angel. knecling at
the bedside with her face and eyes lifted
heavenward, and in accents low and sweet,
breathing from her pure lips the language
of her soul in humble prayer " Our father
who art il heaven" Angels put their ears
to the twinklirg stars and listen to her
prayer. The one, q meek, humble, Chris
tian young woman, whose affections are
fixed on things above the foibles and follies
of n fashionable world-whose very soul
pants for the light and love of a !" home over
there" The other. n t~hin-visaged, made
up" woman OF n fashionable world, whose
whole heart and soul is ~engulfed in the great
whirlpool of mock happiness and folly who
never looks III the Bible one hundredth part
as much as she does a looking-glass, whose
whole idea of life is to " have fun with the
boys" until she's forty, and then take the
chance of fooling some Old man into buy
ing her" if she can. Tho one breathes her
prayer and lies down upon her downy bed
to sleep and dream of heaven and the angels.
The other comes out of the parlor at a very
late hour, like a tired and hungry coach
horse, rushes to the pantry, grabs a pickle in
one hand. and n cold ham-bonc in the other;
to her room. She swings her
:" harness " over tho back of half a dozen
chairs, ~scattcrs the other makeup" about
the floor, and forgcts the duty she owes to
God and herself, and dives into bed like a
into tho canal. rolls and tumbles
all night us if the bed was full of hornets,
and rises at eight, nine, or ten o'clock next
morning as stiff and lifelcss as a billy. goat
that has been run over by a freight train.
Now, which of the two, think you, God and
the angels smile upon the most, the beauti-
woman or the fashionable young lndy?-
CoulfeI.,JoyrldL.