Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-03-20
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
4 Girl Who Played Both Parts.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
4 Girl Who Played Both Parts.
A young lady on train going to Chi
cago the other night lost her beauty in
half an hour. No, not a smash-up, or a
tip-Over. nor the explosion of lamp.
You see il was done in this manner: The
young lady and her aged father and
mother came into the coach, the daughter
taking seat alone next in front of her
parents. / thought the young lady was
the most beautiful | had ever seen. Her
complexion was that of the delicately
thin sea-shell held up to ruddy sunset
-pearly white with tints of pink laid in
by Natures master hand. Her ewes,
large, brown, beautiful, were fringed
with long, dark lashes that shaded liquid
depths into which it seemed almost q
sin for the vulgar to gaze. This is the
gush of it-and | always think that a
man who is ashamed to glsh should
never undertake to say anything about
beautiful woman.
Well, this young lady occupied the
seat alone, and although many young
man came down the aisle hoping he
could not find q seat elsewhere, every
body was well slowed away when the
train moved. The conductor came for
the tickets and the young lady looked
back and said Papa as sweetly as
oh, pshaw! what's the use of cudgeling
ones brains for a comparison when
there is none?
The gray-haired father showed his
railway tickets and said he wanted a
section in the Omaha sleeping-car.
''You must apply to the sleeping-car
conductor; have nothing to do with
that said the ticket-taker.
A brakeman volunteered to make the
errand for the old gentleman, and soon
returned to say there was not even a
berth to be had; the sleeping-car was
full.
..And must we sit here all night?"
asked the beautiful young lady.
Il see no other way" said the brake
man, politely. (There, now, you may
know how beautiful she must have been
when brakeman was polite to herr
At first she seemed Saddened by the
information. and her eyes took on an ex-
pression:not unlike that of the wounded
deer pleading in the eioquence of dumb
ness for mercy at the hands of the cruel
hunter i wished owned golden sleep
ing-car that | might place wholly at her
DISPOSAL Then her thin crimson lip be-
gan to curl up under her perfectly
shaped nose, and the fire of anger was
kindled in her beautiful eyes. | tried
to make myself believe this made her
look even more beautiful than before,
and might have succeeded had she not
turned to her father and snapped out
That just like YOU. If | were man
Id learn something about travelling be-
fore started OUT The silver-haired
mother leaned forward and soothinglv
said: There dear, never mind: we'll
get along all right Eyes, all right.
indeed This is nice place to pass a
night And, turning to her old father
again, she added: Il declare, l think
you are the stupidest thing ever saw?'
The old gentleman was wise enough
to make no reply. ut would have been
well had the mother been as discreet.
since words only furnished fuel on which
anger may feed.
There, there, my dear, it can't be
helped now, YOU know" said the old
LADY. in a gentle. motherly tone.
No; it cant. 1t might have been
helped, though, if father had known
anything"
The old gentleman looked the chagrin
he felt. and patient mother leaned over
and whispered something to the daugh-
ter.
Idon't care if he is; he's old enough,
then, to know something" was the
Young woman's reply. and she turned
her fierce eyes upen her old father, who
ouailed under their fire and said he was
very sorry.
ssOh, YES: this is a good time to be
sorry. I'd like to see you catch me GO
ing away from home with you again. -
The mother leaned forward and said:
Dear, YOU can lie down on the seat and
get little sleep, at any rate"
Il don't want to lie down on the seat.
I'd rather sit bolt upright all night i
swow never saw such plaguey stupidity
in my life.
If the Young woman's face told the
truth, she would have enjoyed swearing
at her father, or even slapping his poor
old wrinkled face She had attracted
the attention of the passengers in the
CIR. and some giggled at her. while
Others, more sensible of the deep chagrin
and sorrow of the parents. glared at the
younu woman as If they would like to
boy her ears. But she did not see any
of these. After short season of pout-
mo in which she slammed herself
around in the seat and shot revengeful
olonces toward her father. she began to
ARRANGE the hand-saehel for a pillow.
The mother opened the shawl-strap
that lay ON her lap, and tenderly spread
a thick. soft shawl over the sachel,
smoothing out the folds with that pa
tent tenderness known only to loving
mother. Spitefully. the young woman
re-arranged it, jerking it about, not
with anv hope of making it more COM
Portable pillow, but simply to show her
disapproval of her mothers methods.
As the daughter prepared to lay her