The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-11-17
MARTYRS TO VANITY.
Self-Sacrifce to Fashion That Would
Be Noble If Shown in q
Better Cause.


Eaw. She is delighted that short sleeves are
worn, and her gloves are not nearly so long
as other peoples. Her favorite attitude Is
sitting. with her right elbow in the palm Of
her left hand She waves her hand when she
speaks. At a dance, her right arm Is well
displayed behind her partners left, If he is
tall, or on his shoulders, II he is small Those
beautiful arms have spoiled Miranda. She
wears black, though it docs not suit her com
plexion, because her arms look so white
against it, She is always directing your at
tention to those unlucky ones, numerous
enough, who have thin arms. Whoever mar
ries her will have to be very careful never,
under any circumstances TO admire another
woman's arm. II he should make a slip in
this direction there would, to use n good old
phrase, be wigs on the green"
Did you ever see such dear little feetl u
such perfectly turned anklesi Or more won
derful s~tockingsl Never, indeed. Herpretty
feet are Lesbia's speciality. That is why she
wears those lowered stockings and those
little pointed shoes. That is the reason her
skirts are so unusually short. Lesbia Is
bright and clever. She is sensible about
everything but feet. She is a trying girl to
talk To. She will interrupt the most inter
estinR conversation Just when you think you
are both beginning to got on 50 well" to
ask II you approve OF high heels, or some
NsaeA ohGh hothlAIk duI1AlOA. oA1 IN iAht IA
Dick with King Charles, and must drag the
topic OF feet into everything. 1t is a pity;
and yet many prefer her to Nora, whose feet
are well shaped enough, but who has mo
style" She talks merrily and pleasantly
when you know her well, but is rather quiet
with strangers. Not ut all the sort of girl to
get on Her voice is not sufficiently loud or
impcrious. She does not hustle about with
an air as though the world were made for
her. She wears pretty gowns, but does not
bunch them out nor mince along with a
soubrettelike trip, swaying her gown from
side TO side, as Lesbin does. In fact, she will
never look anything Sin a room" though she
may be we'll enough as the presiding spirit of
a home. She is hopelessly questionable.
Letitla has a waist. It is her great point,
and she is very proud of 1t. Well she may
be, for 1t Is the result Of patient years of
pain. She has laid on the shrine of that lit
tie whist many precious things-good health,
good temper and good spirits. Having sacri
feed the first. the two others followed as a
matter of course. But then it is such a won
derful waisti It cannot measure more than
seventeen inches, at the very most. The
pressure has made her nose permanently red.
Not all the waters of Araby would not mako
that nose white again, but what mattersl
Does 1t not belong 10 the smallest waist in
Londoni One thing that immediately strikes
the beholder. He wonder how so small a waist
can possibly be so obtrusive. Were it two
yards around IL could not more aggressively
insist on being noticed. Draperies are so ar
ranged as to lead the eye down to 1t, and
skirts are of such a fashion as to
guide the attention up to 1t. Lotitia
walks with her elbows well out from her
sides, so as to advertise, in "a pointed way,
the fact that your view is scarcely inter
rupted by her slight and well distributed fig
ure. As she stands talking to you she puts a
hand on either side of this wonderful waist,
and appears TO be curbing herself in, as it
were. She wears the highest of jackets, and
never is seen in a dolman. She gets terrible
colds in the winter, because she will not
wrap up. In fact, her whole existence is a
burnt-offering to her waist. Were she to
grow stout her object in life would be gone.
Ietitia denies herself even the qualification
of an excellent appetite in the interest OF a
small waist, n self-sacrifice that would be
noble in a better cause.
Mira has the loyeliest complexion in the
world. Without il she would be a perfectly
charming girl. With 1t she is quite a bore,
II there is any wind she is unhappy, because
1t makes my cheeks go rough" II the sun
shines she is miserable, because l tan fright
fully" If it is hot she grumbles, 81 flush 50
painfully" II it is cold her cry is, II can't
go out to-day, for 1 get so blue in cold
weather" Her cheeks are of such al indie
scribable texture that ~roughness has never
yet invaded them tanning never approaches
them. She fiushes the prettiest dainty pink
you ever saw and in cold weather a soft color
rises In her face and a wistful look comes into
her eyes that makes her quite adorable. Why,
then, all these excusesl Simply because she
thinks prevention better than cure, and is
afraid OF a thousand viewless enemies on her
com~plexion's account. She is a martyr to
her own consciousness.