The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1881-01-22
A WIDOWS REVELATIONS.
From the New York Graphic.


Dear Amchd A few months ago my
aspiring soul absolutely yearned for some
change to relieve the terrible monotony
Of life. Ilonged for a tornado, an earth
quake or fiery meteor but as none Of
these things seemed likely to appear,
concluded to obtain divorce from my
husband. Somany of my married friends
had separated that really 4 divorce SEEM
cd as natural sequel to marriage as an
engagement to Irritation and the halo
Of romance that has always surrounded
the minister's head Gin feminine eyes,
might be transferred in part TO that of
the officiating lawyer. / was awfully
fond of Joe, but alas his soul was not
aesthetic, and after seeing the same face
morning, noon and night for months
one does languish for little variety,
particularly when the dear fellows eyes
are so blue that they are white. Yes,
although the thought was most distress
ing, had decided upon separation
but death forcstalled me and took the
business quite off my hands. All, Amelia,
the terrible truth cannot be evadcd.-
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 little while-not to marry i'm
mediately. promised him faithfully
that | would not do so-at least not for
4 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 4 great comfort to know that
black is so becoming. That is the one
real consolation the sorrowing widow
has. BY the way, dear, have 4 new
face powder that must have been made
expressly for widows, the effect of it
upon the tcar-stained face is so wonder
ful. ! was sadly disappointed because
| could not get my mourning trousscau
from Paris, but there was not time TO
order it, dear Joe took me so by surprise.
He was always fond of giving surprises,
and he went off very suddenly at the last
The French understand so perfectly how
to express every degree OF grief, from
the most abject woe to totcndermclancholy
and placid resignation. Still, my dress
wasquitc expressive, trimmed with Grape
that cost $40 yard, and sweeping,
veil, for insisted upon its being several
inches longer than Leila Snowdon's.-
Ornaments, black onyx, although ma
suggested garnet on account OF its being
cheaper. But was firm. The idea OF
restricting the outward manifestation of
grief, from and sordid economical
scruples, was prepostcrouS.
The funeral ceremonies were very try
ing, particularly when noticed the
carnations laid near the dead boys face
Poor Joe never could wear scarlet, his
face had such ruddy hue. To be sure,
the ruddiness was all gone, but blue
would have suited his complexion SO
much better. The flowers were certain
ly choice and elegant, the camelias par
ticularly consoling. The young minis
ter's illusions to me were sufficiently
pathetic to satisfy the most critical-mind-
ed, and when threw myself on the coffin
in 4 paroxysm of grief, he raised me
with tenderness that was very impress
sive. hesitated good deal upon Civ
ing way to my emotion in that manner,
but Leila Snowdon threw herself upon
her husband coffin, and do not be.
licve that she gricved for her husband
any more than do for mine. bruised
my knee dreadiully, but who would heed
a few black and blue spots, in the tender
abandonment of widows grief?
Uncle selected several ugly old men
to be the pa,l-bearers, but | protested
against it. Even in detection our love
Of the aesthetic will assert itself in these
days Of culture and refinement and |
chose some Of the handsomest men |
know. They were all old lovers, and
being conscious that they had felt very
much aggrieved, have often longed to
make some repafation. Here, then,
was an opportunity, because human
nature is weak, and they must have felt
some grim satisfaction under the circum.
stances. They laid their successful rival
away forever. Amelia, dear, We should
never neglect an opportunity for retricv-
ing our past offences, however repugnant
it may be to our feelings.
Your sorrowing friend, Una.