St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-08-08
THE LADY RAMBLER
Sings a Pathetic Song of Love and g
Poodle DOg..SuMmer Toilets.

THE LADY RAMBLER
Sings a Pathetic Song of Love and a
Poodle DOg-.Sunlmer Toilets.
Provide yourself, dear girl, with a gown
of dark blue. DO not stand upon the order
of buying, but buy at once. If you cannot
afford blue velvet under draperies of silver
grey lace or creamy pOngee silk, have blue
flannel, with slashings of scarlet: satin in
combination with striped goods or a fou-
lard silk in chine figures, The material
does not matter, provided you have the
correct color. Fortunately these blue
gowns are becoming alike to blonde and
brunette, and their popularity is increased
by the fact that they are equally suitable
for matron and maid, and are not too gay
for even quite elderly =. srand-mammas'
The engagement has at last been pub
licly announced, and dear Angelica and
George are blissfully. ecstatically happy.
They would have been married long ago but
for Miss Ponsonby. Angelica is perfectly
dependent upon her aunt, you know, and L
do believe that that eStimable female exists
for the sole purpose of making every one
around her as wretched as possible; every
one, that is, except Bijou, the poodle, who
is the one object on earth that she really
loves. Oh, yes, indeed! She actually
turned George out of the house and forbade
Angelica to so much as mention his name.
So absurd! And the happy contamination
was brought about by Bijou. Angelica told
me the whole story and it's quite romantic,
l assure you. 1t seems that one afternoon
when Miss Ponsonby came down for her
drive (she goes out every day in solemn
state) that Bijou was nowhere to be
found WE'LL that dog being the
shrine before which Miss Ponsonby bows,
the rumpus that ensued was something
awful. The men and maids were called up
and questioned, but they were in state of
| dense ignorance upon the subject, and hys-
terics and sal volatile were freely INDUCED
! in. AS soon as the old lady would listen to
| anything Angelica proposed visit to the
| police station, and for once her advice was
considered sensible and start was made
The carriage had barely left the grounds,
however, when what do you suppose met
! the Mortified gaze of its occupants? Moth
| ing more nor less than the lucklesS poodle
| speeding down the street with tin kettle
chattering at his heels Where the brute
came from Angelica says she does not
know, but there he was. Miss Ponsonby
screamed and was going to faint when she
| perceived that a lOng-legged young man
had thrown aside his cane and silk hat and
was in hot pursuit of her darling. Poor
Bilious inactive life had been no training
for violent exercise and his pursuer fast
gained upon him. A last desperate squirt
| on the part of the youth finished the race.
Both rescuer and rescued were badly blown
| and considerably the worse for dust when
| the carriage came up, but Miss PonSOnby
| clasped the latter to her heart and to the
former she held out her hand and, after
| looking him over as if he were a bitter pill
she had to swallow, said in choked voice
George, we dine at o'clock; plate will
| be laid for YOU"
~
Of course you guessed that the long
legged young man was George Montague
The more l think Of it the funnier it seems
that they should have happened to come Out
| Just as some small boy released Bijou, anC
that George should just then have beer
passing. Well, if it wasn't an accident ii
was cleverly arranged. told Angelica
that she ought to decorate that tin kettle
with ribbons and hang it up in her boudOir
and she smiled rather Sarcastically,
thought, and said: George thinks tina
Bijor's skin stuffed wou1, make better
| souvenir
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Some of the OXydized silver ornament:
strike ME as being a trifie too real
istic. One sweet girl fastens her lace scar
with a turkeys claw as big as life and twice
as natural, while another lady adOrnS her
self with gauntleted hand, full size, tina
gives one the night mare just to look at it
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cit must be hard lives for you girls.
says knowing youth, ''to see the married
ladies walk away with all the attention.
sympathiZe with you 1 assure you, but
don't you know, its such relief to a fellow
to be able to flirt to his hearts conten
without feeling all the time that unless HI
looks sharp he will be dragged into pro
posal. Moonlight walks, sails drives ever
the seductive hammock can be enjoyed if ;
man only chooses a fair companion whom
he can't possibly ask to marry him."
~
Early in the season the fashionable ha
was Ornamented with flowers yelled will
tulle. The tulle is retained but the flowers
have given place to stiff wings.
~
L don't want to be thought unkind, but
can't help suggesting to some of thes
women that if they would occasionali,
wash their stockings instead of hangins
them up to air, they would not be so mucf
annoyed by the color rubbing. and the tex
ture would not be Injured.
LADY RAMBLER.