The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-11-04
LADIES COLUMN.
A Widows Revelations.

A Widows Revelations.
DEAR AMELIA:-A few months
ago my aspiring soul absolutely
yeaIned for some change to relieve
the terrible monotony of life. /
longed for a tornado, an earthquake
or fiery meteor; but as Done of these
things seemed likely to appear, 1
concluded to obtain a divorce from
my husband. So many of my mar
ried friends had separated that
really a divorce seemed as natural
a sequel to marriage as an engage
ment to Irritation; and the halo of
romance that has always surround
ed the minister's head lin feminine
eyes) might be transferred in part
to that of the officiating lawyer. 1
was awfully fond of Joe, but alas
his soul was not aesthetic, and af-
ter seeing the same face morning,
noon and night for months and
months, one does lsnguish for lit
tie variety, particularly when the
dear fellows eyes are so blue that
they are white. Yes, although the
thought was most distressing, had
decided upon a separation; but
death forestalled me and took the
business quite off my hands. All,
Amelia, the terrible truth cannot be
evaded. My dear old Joe is dead
Poor fellow he hated to leave me
all alone, he said, and he begged
me piteously to mourn for him a
little while-not to marry immedi-
ately. promised him faithfully
would not do so, at least for year,
or ten months anyway. And our
elegant young minister listened to
the promise given with sympathetic
eyes. My heart is stepped in woe,
but it certainly is a great comfort
tC know that black is so becoming.
That is the one real consolation the
sorrowing widow has. By the way,
dear, have a new face powder that
must have been made expressly for
widows; the effect of 1t upon tear
stained face is wonderful. / was
sadly disappointed because 1 could
not get my mourning rousseau from
Paris, but there was no time to or
der it, dear joe took me so by sur
prise. He was always fond of Civ
ing surprises, and he went off very
suddenly at the last. The French
understand so perfectly how to ex
press every degree Of grief, from the
most abject woe to tender melan-
choly and placid resignation. Still,
my dress was quite expressive,
trimmed with Grape that cost ten
dollars yard, for insisted upon
its being several inches longer than
Leila Snowdon's. Ornaments, black
onyx, although ma suggested gar
net, on account of its being cheaper.
But l was firm. The idea of re
stTicting the outward manifestations
of grief, from any sordid econom-
zeal scruples, was preposterous.
The funeral ceremonies were very
trying, particularly when 1 noticed
the carnation laid near the dear
boys face. Poor Joe never could
wear scarlet, his face had such a
ruddy hue. To be sure, the ruddi-
ness was all gone, but blue would
have suited his complexion so much
better. The flowers were certainly
choice and elegant, the camelias
particularly consoling. The young
minister's illusions to me were suf-
pathetic to satisfy the most
critical mind, and when 1 threw N.Y.
self upon the coffin in a paroxysm
If grief, he raised me with a tender
less that was very impressive.
lesitated a good deal upon giving
way to my emotions in that man
Ter, but Leila Snowden threw her.
ielt upon her husbands coffin, and
do not believe she grIeved for her I
husband any more than l do for
nine. bruised my knee dreadful
y, but who would heed a few black
and blue spots, In the tender aban-
comment of a widows grief. Uncle
selected several ugly old men to be
she pall-bearers, but / protested
against it. Even in detection our
love of the aesthetic will assert
itself IN these days of culture and
and l chose some of the
handsomest men l know. They
were all old lovers, and, being con-
scious that they had felt very much
aggrieved, have often longed to
make some reparatior. Here, then,
was al opportunity, because human
nature is weak, and they must have
felt some grim satisfaction under
the circumstances. They laid their
successful rival away forever.
Amelia, dear, we should never neg
lect an opportunity for retrieving
our past offenses, however repug-
nant it may be to our feelings.
Your sorrowi1g friend, UNA.