The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1882-06-28

mack TOOTH WdS slleuS anu u1IhcI Ludn %
fore.
"Shut out in the coldr"
The faded lips whispered lit, and thi
heavy eyes responded in bitter tears. TIE
neither got up, clasping her forehead t
steady her though and CROPPED silently
from the room, lest sthe girls" should sus
pecg they had been overheard. AS stealth
ily she crept into the opposite apartment
The twins spoke of il as "the drawing.
ROOM" "It was English and sounded well
Mechanics wives and small tradespeople
hsd 'parlors.'"
They had good taste-thOse haired
sisters, Their visitors had said so often
that their y-furnished rooms were the
s'most artistic in the city," that it was easy
richness of material, well-chosen decora-
tions could do, contributed to the agreeable
effectiveness of the whole.
In the midst OF the luxurious space, the
nominal mistress paused to survey her i'm
age in the long mirror built into the wall
between the front windows. Another tall
glass in the depths of the csrpeted vista re-
peated and multiplied the forlorn figure, in
scanty black merino, linen collar and white
apron. A chambermaid would have been
!,
was strained from the hollow of temples and
cheeks, and bound into knob at the back
of her head. She had dressed it in this
fashion when the abundance of the brown
tresses had obliged her to twist them snugly
and pin them firmly lest they should inter
fere with her care of house and babies. She
had not abated hairpin for twenty years.
and they made bristly show on their own
account in the lessened knot, fastened, for
additional security, with ''tuck-comb."
Her husband, her boys, were used TO her
looks and ways, and Garry and Kate, ami
able and careless, did not trouble themselves
to alter "mamma's notions.p Recalling this,
the "impracticable" woman should not have
marveled that she had never given two
thoughts to the observation-disclosures of her
couture and attire. So long as she was
clean and neat, and had 'resl nice" silk,
and lsces for show occasions, her mind was
easy.
al didn't s'pose they minded" she said
aloud, to the unfattering reflection in the
tall mirror.
Her voice was shallow and dry, the in
donations crude, very unlike the full, fresh
tones and refined modulatlons of the pratt
tiers in the library over there. A Partisan
toilet and false hsir could not disguise her
into the "ideal matron." The first word
and movement would betray her. She was
forty-six years old, and might have been
ifty-fve, il one had judged from her APP
pearance.
Il shouldn't know where to begin" she
said truly, seven if wasn't out of the way
of st dyin'. THERE in the right OF it. I'm
too old to be learned"
Poor soull Ungrsmmatical, "impracti-
cable" in her very lsmentl
Her next action was characteristic and
pathetic. alt hurts mel' Garry had
SAID, with real pain in her accent. Since
her mother could not confess and ask for
giveEe of her child for her deficiencies,
still less atone for the unintentional injury
to her child's feelings, she went to the kitch-
en- and cooked sweetbread for her with
her own hand. and beat up a delicate des-
sert for the girls luncheon" Carry had
a weakness for sweetbresds-larded-a
both we're fond of "Neapolitan pudding"
That evening Kate tripped into the sane
tum," where her father and mother were
sitting, exclaiming:
Papa, Mr.. and Mrs. Dalton have called
You will come in, won't your There's q
dearl'
Mr.. Dalton was man of mark in TIE
literary and political world his call COM
pliment Mr.. Barrett was too shrewd to gain-
say. But he leaned his head back against
his beautiful daughters shoulder aid smiled
teasingly into her eyes.
You don't care to exhibit your plebeian
father to your distinguished friends?"
Il dol" she cried, Indignantly, kissing
the face she thought so handsome. Il
could not be more proud of you if YOU were
duke l should glory in you if you were
a beggar, instead of merchant prince
Mamma, dear, avetold Mrs. Dalton that
you have a toothache; so you need not feel
obliged to see her. L did not think you
would care to go in"
When the two had gone off together, Mrs.
Barrett opened the big webster Una
bridget" that lay on the dictionary stand.
With unaccustomed eyes and tracing fin.
ger, she CROPPED her way to the word she
sought.
''Solecism." Then tumble of French,
italian, Spanish and Greek, at which she
stumbled, and skipped for the English be-
yond.
ITO speak or write incorrectly" "More
Greek. "Impropriety in language"
Hence, any unfitnees, absurdity or impro-
priety.". -, 1.-THE idea of having commit
ted the slightest solecism in politeness was
agony to him."-W. Scott. Syn.-Barbar-
ismi improperly; absurdity.
She shut the book.
$50 1 am bsrbsrous, improper, absurd,
in my children's eyesl"
She covered her face with her hands, and
the hot tears trickled down beneath the
worn hands. In that position she sat for a
long hour; then, when the pain was some
what duller, she murmured to hersel 1T S
wicked, it's wicked suppose, to say it, but
it seems 70 me the Lord Himself is hard up
on us mothers. We don't have no chance
in life. What with babies, and servants,
and house-keepin', and raisin', and sewin'
for children, there's no time left for books
and trainin' Of our minds. The first thing
We know, we're clean out of fashion, and
the worlds got so fur ahead of US it's jest
impossible to ketch up with It'll He'd ought
to serve us like He does butterflies and
moths"-and q sob broke from the poor
grieved lps-"yes let US die; let us die nat
ural and quiet as soon as we've done our
share towards peoplin' the.wcrld."