St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-01-31

of the young woman's appearance while be-
ing carried by fireman from ner sleeping
room in a burning building. why, mother"
said the Young woman. chow could tell
that nv ankles were uncovered at such a
time of excitement?" ''Oh, md no fault
with that" said the leader Of fashion;
''your ankles are well enough as far
as that goes, but you had on white
stockings, which have not been
either fashionable, or even permissible, in
the last five wears. Never address me again,
for shall not acknowledge you as my
child"
Well. / haven't that girls fault to be
charged against me. had hosiery OF ultra
marine blue when ] stood on my hands In
the snow, but it was most exasperating for
all that i was spending few days in
Albany with dear friend, the sister Of a
member of the RIdgefield club, and / had
put on snowshoes for the first time. Snow
shoes. you know, are an Indian device, and
like all things Indian are, In my opinion, no
good. They are like battledores, pear
shaped frames, criss-crossed with thongs.
Above little hole in the center of each you
put your foot and it is then strapped TO the
netting, just by the ball Of the foot so that
when you walk the great frames. with their
long tail sticks, go hip-fop, hip-hop in the
most
HORRIBLY AWFUL FASHION.
Snowshoes were made to buoy person
on the top of deep snow, but the fashl0na-
bic thing in this age of muscle culture Is TO
race in them on the slightest excuse on an
inch of snow or the surface OF frozen
pond. Girls who go in for the thing wear
moccasins, tennis stockings, blanket knee
breeches, a blanket skirt and blanket Ill
ster and worsted toque or liberty cap. That
is all they put the snowshoes on at all for
just to wear that picturesque dress. in
which, by the way, the slab-sidest rail Of
girl looks quite plump and picturesque.
Unfortunately, was dressed as / always
am out of doors, in presentable walking at
tire. l stood on a rock while my lady
friend strapped the frames to my toes. All
around me was a sea of snow-deep snow.
There were two or three gentlemen at a
distance, waiting for a run. 1 had tenn
porary engagement with refractory stock
ing suspender. so / whispered to my friend,
''Run on, Alice, dear. and get those men
away while / fix something. I'll follow
presently" Like a good girl, she gave
shout and fiD-fopped along, the men taking
the signal and leading the way. Alas!
it was not so easy to follow with your
first steps in snow-shoes. could not get
off the rock to save me. was unable IN
my tight skirts to step far enough to make
the sticks clear the rock, and when tried
sitting on my heels and sliding 1 pitched
forward and went off the rock sure enough.
but head first, and with my hands in the
deep, soft snow. Think of it, My show
shoes were four feet in the air, on the rock,
while was in the snow to my shoulders,
with my face buried, and suffocatiOn only
A QUESTION OF MOMENTS.
knew that if / stirred matters up in the
came speedily and put me on my feet,
burning with modification.
1--WE saw your signals of Distress" my
girl friend whispered, tantalizingly.
Il would rather have died than been res
cued." was all l said; and meant it.
If do say it myself, / am always plucky.
stuck to those shoes, and tried to master
them. But it was too ridiculous. You know
a practiced snOwshOer rather slides
than lifts his feet, and gets along with
whatever grace can possibly attach to such
hip-fioping motion; but a be-
ginner cannot help lifting his OF her
feet very high. and the higher you
lift them the higher you must, so as to keep
the tail sticks fIom digging in. Well, l
went about at the end of the procession
f1inging my feet wildly in the air until saw
my companion fall in the snow and roll
about shaking with some violent emotion.
/ asked her what on earth allied her.
''Oh, l shall die" she said. Il cannot
help laughing. You can't imagine how
funny you look-exactly like a clumsy bal
let-dancer trying to kick over her own head.
For mercy's sake keep your feet down and
glide along"
bit my teeth with vexation, and, STUN
bling to the club house, got a boy to unlace
my frames. To-day am paying for my fun.
even more dearly than when it lasted. The
simple truth is that / am para
lyzed from the waist down. 1 have
used up a bottle of liniment, the
room smells like a chemical works,
and am prone upon lounge by the stove
in my friends bedroom. Yesterday 1
thought of buying pair of snowshOes.
To-day wouldn't take snowshoe factory
as gift if it was paying 20 per cent. profit.
/ hate the word ''snowshoe. Clara Belle
in Cincinnati Enquirer.