The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-04-21
How Women Eat.

use to know a husband, says Clara
Belle, who said that he always fell more
or less out of love with his wife on Sun
day, but tumbled slap in again when he
saw her arrayed for church. She was
at such times so neatly dressed, so smil-
ing, so sweetly different from her everv-
day aspect, that she made a regular
weekly conquest of his heart. On, there
are few women who can't be charming if
they earnestly set about it-eyen while
eating. / mention this test of feminine
grace because 1t is a severe one. The
process of filling the stomach ordained
by nature Is vulgar IN itself. and a
great deal of daintIness Is required in tine
woman who would eat unrepellantly.
Fried oysters are n sore trial to the
ethereal girl who sits down to them with
her admirer after a late theatrical per-
formance. 1t has been five or SIX hours
since dinner, and she is as hungry as a
bear that has lived on its paws all win
ter. She knows that bed time is close
ahead, and she Will not have to endure
her. corset long, if she does tighten it
from the inside. But big appetite is
Disseminating in a maiden, and fried
oysters are greasy. The problem before
her is how to put the seven oysters into
herself without convincing the young
man that her stomach is about like his
own in its periodical call for food.
There is a risk in the matter that no
skill can wholly eliminate. The best
rule is to put on an expression of very
mild disdain at each mouthful, as though
you took it under protest. Don't over
do this, and look as though sickened,
but inst elevate the brows a tritle, smile
family, and try to give theImpression that
you tolerate a fried oyster, but do not
banker after it. l watched slender,
graceful, angsl-faced creature in fash
able oyster house the other night, and
saw that by neglecting her department
she was shocking the fellow across the
table. Perhaps she didn't care whether
he adored her or not Anyhow, she was
putting the oysters into her mouth by
halves, chewing them with undisguised
gusto, swallowing plenty of bread and
cut cabbage along with them, and taking
no pains whatever TO disguise the fact
that she was enjoying them nightly.
At the next table sat thicker and older
woman, who practiced the art of oyster
eating as l have indicated it. Her facial
was clever. She slipped in
the food in big pieces when her COM
panion wasn't looking, and nibbled
when he was looking. She got away
with hearty meal without appearing to
have taken anything to speak of, and it
was only the empty plates that revealed
the fact. She was net-less skiIlful IN
her half of a quart a cham
pagne. The glass was lifted to her lips
like the hand of a Queen to kiss her
mouth shut over barely an inch of the
brim; there was no stopping or gurgling;
the wine trickled neatly down her throat,
but with quite sufficient celebrity. When
starting to go out, with considerable of
the fluid effervescing in her brain, she
failed for dreamy instant to recognize
her reflection In a full-length mirror,
and tried to turn out to let herself pass
by herself The blunder was seen by
nobody but me. She recovered her
instantly, and departed as
rs a fairy.