The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-04-09
WOnan'S Devotion.

My son, | am panied to learn that
you are becoming somewhat cynical in
your views concerning the natural tend
cncics and qualities of womankind in
general. Remember your mother was
Il woman. The only thing can rccol-
lcct at all dCrogatory to her blessed
memory is that she was too coy with
rod and household boot-iack. The nat
ural consequence is, you are rapidly
running to seed, and fast becoming a
lit subject for condemnation by all
members OF your mothers sex. Your
mother was u good woman, but shc
just escaped being perfect mother
when she held her hand aloof from the
bump of your sclf-cStccm.
1t is wonder to me that the Lord
don permit the spirits of departed
mothers 10 come back TO this realm lust
to shake the nonsense out of their Of
spring, or paddle them with tho pro-
verbal golden slipper.
on snccrngiy remark, in the casual
manner akin to your class, that wo-
mana 5 devotion is 4 sham. You also
add that the greatest devotion Of wo-
man is laid upon the shrine Of fashion.
Now, my young limb Of the sidewalk
posture, your mother was q lady Of
fashion. cannot say that she wore
out your fathers patience teasing for
a scalskin sacquc and u forty-dollar
bonnet | have no recollection of this;
still, she may have done so.
Once, | we'll remember, YOU 90, into
q street fracas and had your Grccian
nose demolished of its pristine line of
beauty. You ran to your mother; she
appncd q twcnty-dollar lace handkcr
chief to staunch your life blood, when
a tcn-ccnt towel would have sufliccd.
She didn't stop to question the cause
or the fracas. No; but she ruined that
elegant bit of lace in the utter aban-
dOnmcnt OF maternal instinct and moth
criy devotion. The genuine cause of
Your nasal organs disaster was--vou
tried to walk over Il poor little street
Arab, who proceeded to do YOU UP af-
tier the style set down in the volume
known rs "Ihc Manly Art of Self De-
fence"
lhat, my son,iS Il sample of woman's
devotion; specimen Of effect without
going behind the returns TO get at the
cause.
While you are burning the midnight
gas, buSily cagagcd with the hcmis-
! phorlcal worries on q grccn-baizc table,
! thcrc'S $ light i'll q sensible girls par
lor not burning for thee One of these
! days you will open your eyes to the
tact that the lusty-lmbcd mechanic got
| the dcadwood on you, also got the GIRL
! You thought YOU had, sure pop. Alter
! he's gone and married her, You'll lup
around big lump Of misanthropy and
swear that woman'S devotion is all a
myth.
Boy, you've got to come down from
your perch. There are too many oftho
prime articles, homo sum, floating
around this part OF the globe, for wo-
men to ycarn after such game as YOU
are. You must drop this vapid ignis
tatuuS OF your foolish brain and buckle
do"n to biz, else you'll get left whcr
the cake OF domestic bliss is passed.
\ woman>s heart Just guShcs foun
tains OF pure devotion. ii yol dom,
receive some OF the pcl4lcid drops it..
because You arc proving by your dali,
cOmngS and goings that You are only
worthy of an existence which is cnvil-
oncd by the cold walls and chilly sheets
Of Il poor old bachelors proScr ption.-
IT, ). hcI(Cr, IN C'0MGridgc ITTGU13c.