Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-04-13
BOSTON WOMEN.
A New View of Felnininity at the
Modern Athens.
Letters to San Franciscl Areonaut.

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Modern Athens.
Letters to San Francisc, Argonaut.
A friend who has made a reflective
study of women in two or three coun-
tries, says that when he is at liberty to
choose his second wife he will como to
Boston for her, for no where else are
there such nice girls. EIegoes on to say
that the best class Of Boston girls have
the fine compilations and good manners
Of English, girls without their i@nanity;
they are noble and witty as French wo-
men, without their %frivolity; they dress
with a blending of Philadelphia quiet
ness and Partisan taste; they are affec-
Tomato as southern girls, without their
vicious temper; they llirt adorably with.
out compromising themselves or any,
body else; they are charming comrades
in maturers years, and, by their taste
and piquancy, keep their place with hus-
bands and SON after they have passed
into the region of neuralgia and white
shawls. 1t takes courage to assert such
an opinion in a world of pretty women,
and it should not be given without rea-
son.
This picture is directly opposed to the
popular idea of the Boston woman-a
gaunt female in spectacles and bright
blue veil who has the piumpness and
complexion of a dried Goldfish; prying,
yiewy, ~censorious; WHO talks about the
~"values of the indispensable" the "rela-
tivity ofthe perceptives, and the ICON
jngation of the infinite" Unfortunately,
she is not extinct; but, like the elk and
moose. she grows scarcer year by year.
Perhaps she has the reputation of being
the typical New England woman because
permint, and, for all practical pa Noses
of peeklng and prying, one of her ~
good as 4 dozen. She it was who wor-
ried the blue out Of youthful skies by
anxiety about damp shoes for healthy
young people who gloried in heingsoak-
ed by summer rains, and minded wet
feet rs much as n duck does the sand in
his toe-nails. Her horror of good fare
was unutterable as her dread of
heresy, and who prescribed "healthiul"
desserts of rice and West India molasses
or corn-starcil custard in place o fmlnce-
pie and plnm padding, 1t was she who
insti!lea inro your tender mind the
duty Of being dutifui to your maiden
aunt. because she has a lot ofmoney,
aud when she dies, if you please her
she'll leave you some SIT was she
whom | heard say to a young arthor
happy over his new book just out; II
s'pose You paid enough to get it pub
lished, didn't you?"-and to a woman of
good descent, not SO rich as she might
be, who wanted the family coat of arms
copied Tor Il relic: "Are you sure it
wasn't Il livery coat instead of q coat Of
arms copied tor a relic. now" For this
| OF creature couldn't oinltthe chance
Of making a brutal speech for any con-
sideration,.and held spite with a rancor
and canker you wouldn't believe. This
kind of a woman IS the hnealdescendent
of feudal matice and vice. She came OF
the families that hang the Salem witches
and drove Quakers into the wilderness,
and isthe unloyely physical result of
cramped distorted ways OF living. of sap
less, stiugy fare, cold, aguish bedrooms
in stutfy, smelly houses, the godlessness
and inhumhnity of whose habits yet lin
ger in rank SAVIOR about their old beams
and plaster. Thank heaven, this happy
race is dying out between liver" and
pneumonia.
There are two styles ofmodern Boston
girls. One style embraces q Injurious
sort of damsel, rather dazzling IN girl
iipo0. WIN pcaLl ~ 1iS<''pJ ShSSAos
round contours, liquid, glowing eyes, ana
hair like black satin. apt to ripen into q
sumptuous later beauty. Its odd, but
you will find more of these large, glow,
ing, imperio,ls black eyes in and around
Boston than you will in any city of the
south. 1t comes Of a strain Of rich. hot
cavalier blood, that is responsible for
mostofthe daring and the romance of
New England stories, and a good deal of
the latter underlies tie decorous surface
of New Englandto-day, especially among
the old fami'ies. 1t is the romance OF
self-wiH and rlvalry--there is little love
romance left in the world. One dark
eyed, old-schoos lady know, had fond-
ness for q man who ives IN debt to her
ownbrother some thousands or dollars,
borrowed on his note Of hand. After
the brothers funeral, while the rest we're
at the grave, she hunted up the note
among the dead mans papers, tore OH
the signature, I'M detied family m
dlgnation with the remaTk There
was no use mGa.:iiga iuss about II. ~
know ofa woman with the PRONE OF up
erty on%tile CONS, VINO, tireu. OF 1er 10.
over.fonu husband, on 70 the sea
side IN summer, passed herself as a Wld-
oW and the husband an Dr1elvislts as her