Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1879-09-29

Was hair was pulled and crimped in
fluffy waves, and her dainty polonaise
fitted her slender form exquisitely. Phi
lura, in her old fashioned overskirt and
blouse waist guiltless of trimming, look
ed like an overgrown brown bug beside
butterfly.
''No matter, DEAR said Sylvia, good
naturedly, as Philura looked obviously
from herself to her cousin as they stood
in Sylvia's room before the mirror, "I'l |
give you lots of fnery to fix up with to
morrow"
Such a round of gayety and whirl Of
excitement as our little country maiden
was in for the next few weeks! Why,
couldn't tell you half. She went every
,v1.ere-v@p.o1o e4-JSJ oasse-----...a . y
full our beautiful city. But giddy Syl-
Was hand was not the one to lead Phi
lura. The poor child was bewildered
by the many "mustn'ts'' and "musts,''
the "that isn't refined and the s'this
isn't Stylish" that fell SO often from
Sylvia's lips, and her feet were straying
over the threshold of innocent maiden
hood into that realm of the city girls
fairy land which has SO many pitfalls.
She had never thought anything about
"beaux, ,"-she was too simple and young
you know. But Sylvia already had
"gentleman," who came to the house
five evenings out of seven. He was a
young. very young, dapper clerk, who
had smoked himself into a bloodless
state, but was a great favorite among
the girls of Sylvia's "set." "He's so
polite, so stylish" they all agreed-as
if politeness and style were the prime
elements of manhood. Philura's eyes
often grew wide with surprise at the dis
closure of the many secrets which Syl-
via confded to her.
"But don't you love him 2" she asked
one night, after Sylvia had told her
about Irritation she had carried on all
the previous evening with certain
young man, and how jealous Harry was.
"Love whom-Harry Sherwin ? Why
hope you don't believe, little simplici-
ty, that there is such thing as real
love nowadays. | like to 60 around,
and I'd rather 60 with Harry than with
any of the others" and Sylvia's ripping
laugh sounded through the room.
"Well, Sylvia Howard, you ought to
be ashamed" said Philura with cheeks
afame. II wouldn't go around with
young man, let him spend his money
for bouquets and presents, and receive
kisses and love letters from him as you
do, if l didn't intend to marry hin.
Mother says such trifing with young
man often sends him to ruin
Don't preach, Lurie, don't. I'm
only doing as the other girls do. Of
course, l wouldn't think of such thing
as marrying Harry Sherwin. He smokes
too much, and is really too dissipated
But do like to have good time"
Philura's black eyes snapped with
honest indignation as she walked over
to the mantel. You're wicked girl,
Sylvia Howard. You acknowledge your
self that Harry Sherwin is dissipated,
and yet you countenance the dissipation
by going around with him. That is al
ways the way, mother says-young men
will be reckless and dissolute as long as
pure, beautiful girls can be had for the
asking. A young man says to himself,
We'll, | may as we'll be gay for while
and SOW my wild oats. BY and by l
will settle down and marry some sweet
young girl. who will overlook my past
follies and try to restore me- They are
always Sure, Sylvia, that the sweet
young girl will have them, and oh, il
makes my blood to think of it! WhS
should not we demand the same purity
of heart and life from our husbands thai
they ask of US? Why should we bestow
all our costly dover of womanhood, as
some one says, upon man who is real
ly not man-only the semblance O
one-for the sake of being married ?
would hundred times rather live anc
die an old maid, than
) "As you probably will, Philura," in
: terrupted Sylvia angrily. you've vast
ed lots of breath for nothing. All th'
, girls in our set do as | do, and I'm no
going to be the odd one. You can't fint
a fellow nowadays who hasn't been ;
little wild, and l think it's rather mic
on the whole;" and pretty Sylvia spran!
from the sofa as the bell, proclaimin
> the araival of Harry Sherwin, sounds
through the hall. AS for you. Philur
Jackson, you're spiteful, hateful CIR
; and shall be glad when you 60 home
u I know you don't believe half you hay
: said. You are only jealous of me-"
: Philura sat alone by the CRATE Ion
q WHILE fearful and very grave. She ha
Ii been honest with her cousin. Sylvia
words hurt her. Mrs. Jackson had bee
't very faithful and plain with her daugl
e ter, and in some things Philura was nj
ture beyond her years. 81 will 60 hon
% to, morrow" she resolved, as she went