St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-02
BEAUTY RETIRING.
Luxurious TEannerin Which the So
cietY RelEe Seeks Her Couch.

cEety belle Seeks Her Couch.
Do you know how a dudine goes to bed?
Do you know what coy sensation it is to
come home after long nights dissipation
and seek the charming privacy of ones own
particular apartment? Can you imagine
how relieved nature is when she gets out
of her compress, her bandages and her
stays. and let's the muscles Of the young
things heart play naturally for once? Have
you any notion of how it feels to let all
your ribs scot-free to do as they please after
a compression of perhaps fourteen hours
during which they have been overlapping
each other all the time? Can you by any
stretch of vivid imagery feel that heavy
hair On your head. and again can you real
iZe the intense relief the young woman
feels when all those savage pins are taken
out. the sore spots on top of the head
rubbed with cool water and the heavy hair
brushed smoothly back for the night. 1t
doesn't take a girl long to get out of her
tOggery when once she has gained
THE PRIVACY OF HER OWN ROOM
She is like one in wise: even though her
clothes are made big enough, they are
great load, and stays have an emphatic way
of asserting themselves about midnight.
The great majority of women long for the
hour when they can diSrObe and AdolphuS
little suspects when he leaves Angela so
lingeringly at the door. that she is wishing
with all her heart he would go on home and
let her have chance to get her stays off.
Carrying her train over her arm, loose
wrap covering her from head to foot. her
head wrapped in filmy Lace Angela as
cends the grand paternal staircase as
quickly as her tired limbs and the heaviness
of her attire will allow her. In this wes-
IL
but DO maid; therefore she is obliged to I'M
dress herself, and she does it in mastery
and skillful manner which defies competi-
ton. First, she turns on the gas and lets
the light fall upon all the pretty things in
the room, which are many. 1t is half bed
room, half Sitting-roOm, with its cosy little
sofa and arm chairs It's antique table and
writing desk, its low book-Shelves and its
thousand and one bits Of rare brio a-brac
dear to
THE FEMININE HEART.
Angela looks around in a satisfied fash
ion, for it is very pleasant here and the
quiet is a grateful change from the noisy
ball room even to this petted belle who
lives on adulation and caramels. There is
q long mirror over the dressing case and
when Angela has dotted her wrappings,
pray were she a woman did she not ap-
proach its shining surface and take one
long look at her pretty face before she be-
gins to disrobe? If you were mouse in
the corner there behind that little cabinet
and slyly peeped out at the side you might
see her give a long, critical look in the
glass which might mean one thing and
might mean another. Angela is studying
her good points. and sometimes she is salts
fed with her scrutiny and sometimes she is
not. Ii the former is the case she turns
away from the mirror smilingly, but if her
sense of criticism has been awakened she
turns away with an impatient little frOwn,
biting her lips and proceeding to undress
as vigorously as If her life hung upon the
condition of getting to bed at certain hour,
but if she discovered something in her face
that pleaSes her she turns away satisfied.
trilling an air and proceeding leisurely to di-
vest her slender figure Of its numerous bur-
dens. And now the silken robe is I'M
clasped, carefully pulled over her head, as
carefully shaken out. and hung there in her
wardrobe to wait its next appearance. O!
how much more easily she breathes without
it: you can almost hear
HER SIGH OF RELIEF
and then one by one her garments are I'M
fastened and fall to the floor, leaving her
half nude Venus, her beauty sacred to her
eyes alone. When the stays come off the
long-imprisoned flesh seems to rejoice and
Angela knows her bust and sides are COW
cred with small, fine marks, made by COM
preston, which have given her an itching
sensation for two hours past, which she has
been obliged TO suffer in silence. She takes
off her garments one by one, there are so
many of them each one dependent on the
other, like the component parts of
machine, and when she has taken
off the last one, she is as pretty
a Marguerite as even Faust would
care to feast his eyes upon, for unless
woman is dark-skinned and bony, she is
always pretty in the guise nature gave her,
particularly if the soft, graceful lines of
early maturity have crept into her form,
and nodded her with exquisite grace half
statue half woman. Then she slips on
dressing gown. and. sinking into low seat.
deliberately unbottons one shoe, then the
other, and sticks her small feet into Slip
pers while she brushes her hair. Now,
when women reach the hair-brushing