McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-01-17
The Martys of Beauty.

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sleeves are worn, and her gloves are not
nearly 80 long as other peoples. Her
tfavorite attitude is sitting, with her
right elbow in the palm of her left
hand. She waves her hand when she
speaks. At dance her right arm is
well displayed behind her partners
left, if he is tall, on on his shoulder,
if he is small. These beautiful arms
have spoiled Miranda. She wears black,
though it does not suit her complex
ion, because her arms look so white
against it. She is always directing
your attention to those unlucky ones,
numerous enough, who have thin arms.
Whoever marries her will have to be
very careful never, under the circum-
stances, to admire another woman's
arm. If he should make q slip
in this direction, there would, to use
a good old phrase, he wigs on the
green"
Did you ever see such dear little feet?
Or such perfectly turned ankles? Or
more wonderful stockingsp Never, in
deed. Her pretty feet are Lesbis's
speciality. chat is why she wears
those lowered stockings and those lit
tie pointed shoes. That is the reason
her skirts are so unusually short. Les
bia is bright and clever. She is SEN
sible about everything but feet. She is
a trying girl to talk to. She
will interrupt the most interesting con-
versation, just when you think you are
both getting on so well, to ask if you
approve of high heels, or some other
such leading question. She is like Mr..
Dick with King Charles, and must drag
the topic of feet into everything. 1t is
pity; and yet many prefer her TO
Nora, whose feet are well-shaped
enough, but has "no style" She talks
merrily and pleasantly when you know
her well, but is quiet with strangers.
Not at all the sort of girl to get on.
Her voice is not sufficiently loud or inn
perious. 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 sOubret-like trip, swaying
her gown from side to side, as Lesbia
does. In fact she viii never look any
thing sin room," though she may be
well enough as the presiding spirit of q
home. She is hOpelessly unfashion-
able.
Letitia has waist. 1t is her great
point, and she is very proud of it. Well
she may be, for it is the result of years
of pain. She has laid on the Shrine of
that little waist many precious things
good health, good temper and good
spirits. Having sacrificed the first, the
two others follow as matter of course
But there it is, such a wonderful waist
1t 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
make that nose white again; but what
matter? Does it not belong to the
smallest waist in LoDdon? One thing
imwediately strikes the beholder. He
wonders how so small q waist can pos
sibly be so Obtrusive. Were it two
yards round it could not more aggres-
siFely insist on being noticed. Draper
les are so arranged as to lead the eye
down to it, and skirts are of such
fashion as to guide the attention up to
it. Letitia walks with her elbows well
out from her sides, so as to advertise,
in a pointed way, the fact that your
view is scarcely interrupted by her
slight and well distributed figure As
she stands talking to you she puts a
hand on either side of this wonderful
waist, and appears to be curbing her
self in, as it were. She wears the tight
est of jackets, and never is seen in d
dolman. She gets terrible colds in
winter because she will not wrap up In
fact, her whole existence is a burnt Of
fering in her waist. Were she TO grow
stout her object in life would be gone.
Letitia denies herself even the graft
fication of an excellent appetite in the
interests of small waist-a self-sacri-
fee that would be noble in better
cause.
Mira has the loteliest complexion in
the world. Without it she would be a
perfectly charming girl. With it she is
quite bore. If there is any wind she
is unhappy "because it makes my
cheeks so rough.' If the sun shines
she is miserable, ''because [ tan so
If it is hot she grumbles,
81 flush so painfully" If it is cold
herery is, 81 can't 90 to-day, for 1 get
so blue in cold weather." Her cheeks
are of such an indescribable texture
hat roughness has never yet invaded
hem, tanning never approaches them.
She fushes the prettiest dainty pink
Icu ever saw, and in cold weather
;oft color rises in her face and wistful
ook comes into her eyes that makes
Ter quite adorable. Why, then, all
hese excuses? Simply because she be-
ieves prevention better than cure, and
8 afraid of a thousand viewless enemies
m her complexion's account She is
martyr to her own consciousness.
The December number of the Ameri-
an Agriculturist contains about one
hundred engravings, which is twenty
i've per cent. more than that in any