The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-09-15
Bridgct,s E4ebroMs.
How Mrs. Miscerus Succeeded in Improv
ing Them.

How Mrs. Miscerus Succeeded in Improv
ing Them.
s.Mrs. Miscerns,'' said 7 Yesterday
morning, 81 think that W i'll go down
stairs and get some hot water and shave
before l go down town."
-'Oh, let me get it, said she quickly
trying to seize the pitcher, 81 should
really like to-"
[ looked at her in surprise Mrs
Miscerus is usually one Of the LATEST Of
women. and would not walk, / believe.
if she could get any one else to walk
for her. Still / imagined she was moved
by a sudden and landable disposition to
ob,i@e. and unwilling to see her exert
herself, insisted, inf fspite of her en-
treaties, in going for the water myself.
s.Mys dear" said when returned,
..havc YOU noticed anything peculiar
about the cooks eyebrows lately? It
strikes me that they have disappeared,
or rather what there is left of them
looks like burnt stubble-"
|. The back of Mrs. Ms neck, which
was presented to me, suddenly grew a
beautiful pink, and there was no an
swer.
..Mrs. EIiscerus," said severely.
twisting her around so that 1 could
lOOk ucT ldCc, utSc you OCCh
ing any more experiments"
"You suspicious creaturer' retorted
nv helpmate, 'swhy should you accuse
me of everything?"
..No equivocation," said /, with in
creased severity; s'tell me the truth in
stantly or I'll go down and ask cook
herself; so out with it."
Thus threatened the story came out:
at WAS all her own fault said my
wife. defianily. 81 went down to her
room the other day to speak to her
about something, and caught fer
standing before the glass rubbing her
eyebrows up and down with a look of
utter despair. What is the matter,
cook, asked kindly, have you head
acheP oh, no, ma am,' she replied;
but shure it's such misfortune to have
white eyebrows. Pat is always tasin'
the life out of me about thin. If
could only turn thin black. now; but
they say that hair-dye turns thin green
Instantly remembered that about q
month ago the doctor had burnt out
my throat with nitrate of silver, and
had split some on the carpet. / had
looked through my chemistry to see
what would remove the stain. and had
read at the same time that nitrate of
silver was the principal of all dark
hair-dyes and indelible inks. Happy
thought-why would not nitrate of
silver, pure and simple, work wonders
on cooks eyebrows? Moreover the
prospect of performing an experiment.
being too fascinating temptation to
resist, offered my services to cook,
and they were delightedly accepted
So / went down to the drug store,
bought ten grains of nitrate Of silver,
and first tried it on a piece of cloth.
but it did not blacken worth a cent. 1
went back to the druggist to inquire
the reason thereof, and he told me.
thinking that wanted it to mark
handkcrchiefs with, that must iron it
off with n hot iron. But still, to make
sure, told him to put in thirty grains
more, thus making forty grains in all
[ then came home, took a tooth brush.
Gt was yours, but 1 have thrown it
away since, so You need not be alarm
ed, aud annointed cooks eyebrows
with six coats. but still they would not
turn black; SO, AS a last resort, L took
q hot iron, and ironed them down.
Then. as l had split the stuff all over
her forehead and down her nose. 1
scrubbed it off with potassium iOdide.
for fear the sun might turn her face
black. Nothing happened that day,
although cook said that her face burned
her; but the next morning when she
woke up she did not have the sign of
an eyebrow left, and her forehead and
nose were one dreadful, smarting blist-
er. She wept and said: 'Shure me
beauty is spoiit entirely and 1 was
fearfully frightened for fear it might
eat into her brain. So the minute you
left the house flew down to the drug
gist. and confessed all, my fears includ-
ed. But he consoled me, gave me some
salve, said there was no danger of
either the nitrate of silver or the potas-
ium iodide eating into her brain. and
that her eyebrows would grow out
again in about three months"
''Mrs. Miscerus," said 1, with a
groan. sis it not enough that you
should have nearly burned my house
down taking a steam bath for your
complexion? Is it not enough that you
should have ruined new dress, a car
pet, and table-cover trying to turn
sugar into charcoal with sulphuric
acid? Would you turn my peaceful
home into a chemical laboratory? If
you mast try chemical experiments. do
not. at least, try them upon poor Brid-
get. How she must bless you! If ex-
plosions and things are necessary to
your happiness. Mrs. NJ, say SO, and
will start powder factory in the yard,
insure your life heavily, and then move
across the bay
Her eyes snapped. There is re-
pretty widow in Oakland,
who is a client of mine, and 1 saw that
the shaft had struck home.
Mrs. Miscerus will live.