St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-24

my name more unsteady than ever
dreamed that such an Old-fashioned name
could be said, and-I learned to love that
sound. ! learned to watch. as only women
do watch, for that man, and then one day
we told each other the truth. Oh! how /
cried! He kissed my hands
with words until my head swan. Months
went by-we used to see each other and
were as happy as only two wicked people
ever are. Then my husband died-and L
we'll, by all the rules OF romance l should
have married the young lover, but didn't,
for he had a wife" Our eyes were like
saucers. Nancy laughed, and said the
story wasn't true, and she only wanted to
see if we weuld be believe her. Her eyes
| looked so wild, though, that, Dolly, don't
know what to think even now. They
| asked me to tell romance. and 1 fooled
them by telling the truth: "Once upon
time there was young woman. Her youth
was not a burden to her, but she was Ieav-
ened with it. Dear to her heart was a man,
and also dog. The man had opinions; the
dog was better bred. One day the young
woman was on picnic-a very nice picnic,
champagne and iced tea were plentiful.
The young woman got more champagne
her. The amount Of youth which sine had
was sinful. but she was more deeply dyed
in wickedness than this; she was proud of
her white ankles. The picnic was on the
brink of a river. The too much Mumm'd
young woman suggested that all should go
in wading. Most all did. She was, with
a low, material pride heightened by the
Mumm, thinking how stunning her ankles
looked, when she heard a CHEEKY voice say,
i am here, after ALL
1T was the young man! Being inclined
to larkS himself he did not approve of them
in young women-when they were any re-
lation to him. But the noble dog saved the
woman who loved him. She ran into the
shore, threw him into the water, and then
with a scream of Help me, jack ran
after him! She clutchedsthe darling from
the waves, reached the shore. and before
the sweet young man had time to ponder
over her bare feet, she fell back in his arms!
The Mumm aided her in this, for she was
getting rather sleepy; fellow sinner
rubbed her feet, and deceitfully said: oh!
how fortunate it was that / just jerked her
shoes off p and to this day the noble Sir
John does not know that the wicked
young woman was in wading, custom
he regards as most reprehensible, and,
knowing his feelings she thinks it wise not
to annoy him. This is story with
moral. and the moral is: Mumm's the
word" A queer example of the liking of
pretty women is an edition of Jane Eyre
| which saw in book shop. Jane is rep
resented on the cover as very feshy young
woman in a decollete bodice. and with
smile, presumably seductive, that extends
| well over her face and far into her back
hair. Quite fetching young woman, but
certainly not the maiden whom Bronte
made. Violets are worn wherever you
can arrange them-a little bunch close up
to your throat garlands or clusters just
| below your hips. or garland
AROUND THE WATT,
or to make it more plain, just little
| below it. The French fashion journals
put it well when they say: ''Comme lie
bras dun amoreuX." Tell Elise l saw that
Ellis girl the other evening, and that she
| is wretched form. She looks like the worst
cuse for it. Fancy her coming into Del
and sailor hat. with her hands stuck in her
pockets as if she were walking the deck of
a yacht! Jacks critisism was: Remind
Elise to cut her. No matter what gentle
| woman may do. she need never
look as if she belonged to the half
world" That is the average mans opinion
of the necessity of appearances. A woman
may be a can of dynamite, and explode at
intervals, but she must look not Only like
| bonbons, but the very best kind, served
with gilt tongs and tied with gilt cords.
What world! The men are, most of them,
rather out of temper. They seem unable
to forgive life for claiming them, and have
an air of melancholy more charming than
Booths, because they are bigger. This
must be confessed: That the size of the
sinner has much to do with the way one
LOOKS AT THE SIN.
II woman is ga little sinner" men are in
clined to be forgiving; if man is an sim
mense villain" we pardon the sin with all
the kisses at our command; don't we? The
Vokes enthralled me again this week and
my art was true to Poll, if Rosina Vokes
was Poll l think she is the most thor
oughly fetching actress we have had for
long time. Her dancing is delicious, her
movements with her hands captivating, in
deed her very self is most attractive, The
beauty of the company is too insipid but
the men rave over her. Insipidity IN a
woman is repose to American men; they
require all their father, as we'll as their
mother wit, to keep up with the ideas
of the American girl. | do not often
indulge in patriotism, it is too exciting.
But once in awhile / am over
come by our greatness. An hour or two
with an English girl who crochets and fan
ces." and who will ask her brother. makes
me cheer for my country, for the big eagle,
for the big president for the big men. for
the army and navy. for The red. white and
blue, for the wild Indians. for Mary Ander-
son, for our representatives at home and
abroad, but to give all my strength to three
cheers and tiger for. the American girl
Then am usually so broken up that Jack
restores me with ginger ale and lemon juice
for fear will hurrah for the suffragists, or
some of those dreadful societies known by
a lot of initials, who send stockings to the
Mexican heather and object to civilized
being liking parfait d'amour. You. Doro-
thy, disapprove OF them, and so does
Bah.