St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-02

a man will get weary, and leave the fair
one fully sun-kissed, but only half SON
kissed. What a lot of brides will be
evolved after Easter. Now, Dolly, that is
right-it is species of evolution, at least l
think it is. You see in an argument how l
weaken towards the end.
GETTING MARRIED,
for some unknown reason, always presup-
poses new clothes, but above everything
else, new flannel petticoats. Aunt Jean
says it is indecent, and looks as if young
woman never expected her husband to be
able to buy her one. But do you suppose
that is it? have thought this out as an
explanation of the abundance of flannel
petticoats: That, as it is the first view
given the masculine eye of such things,
there is determination to have it lovely,
and as flannel would only suggest rough
yachting suits to man it must be ideal
lied; the flannel petticoat must surprise
him by its delicate beauty and cause him to
wonder afresh at the way in which woman
is made. Jack says l am an
educated donkey, and I am giving
him little circus all to himself,
but really, don't you see the sense
Of it? The leveliest of flannel petticoats is
pale blue, with broad insertion of Medici
ace onthe extreme edge, then a blue satin
fbbon, and then as finish deep ruffie Of
She lace. The band is blue satin and the
strings are narrow blue satin ribbon. One
3ould no more resist squeezing it than one
)ould baby, 1t was such darling. l told
Jack about it, and he asked who the bride
was. / said Florence Wilson-he gave
some sort of a sound between laugh and
a groan, and then added. "She is to marry
Tompson, isn't she? Hopes to surprise
his innocent eyes with that" Here he
screamed with laughter, which was quite
mean, because while Mr.. Thompson is able
to walk he is likely to see such things in
THE SHOP WINDOWS,
but of course he sees them ignorantly, for
how should he know what they are? Not
just apropos of this, but l want to know
what the word variety" would make you
think of. Wouldn't it be a young woman
not overdressed in regard to quantity, who
sang three songs and gave some sort of
dance in between? Then why should this
name be given to smart spring gowns when
the bonnet happens to have another color
on IL? 1t is entirely ridiculous and might
lead an ignorant person, say a cabman, who
heard it to conclude that you had tights and
all the rest of the toggery on in addition to
your gown, so that you might at a minutes
notice make lightning change" Talk
there it is for you in puris naturalibus!
What deal of information out of town
people have abont us! Why, western girl
told me the other day that women in New
York of the very best standing were per-
fectly crazy over an English actor; that
they wrote him notes, sent him flowers and
presents, and worShiped at his shrine all
the time. With legal acumen, asked her
Ii she had seen any of the presents, read
any of the letters or known any of the wo-
men. She was obliged to say that she had
not. Then she got some good advice
never to believe more than one-tenth of
such nonsense, and that tenth usually was
this: That the actor was good looking, and
theater going women talked about him in
an eXtravagant way.
AS FOR LOVE LETTERS
and that sort of thing, no woman of
any standing here would commit
such blunder. 1t is true,
she might do something worse, but she
would never think of compromising herself
in this way unless her standing belonged to
the past and she to the noble army of have
beens.
Mrs. Milton, TOMS wife, is in town for
little while before sailing for Sweden or
Norway, or some cold place where she
hopes she can freeze her husband At least.
/ suppose that is the reason they are 60
ing. The dearest friend, Mrs. Leighton, is
with them, and can see that the same old
performance is going On. At the theater
or any other place, Margie Millions eyes
are restiessly looking for the woman she
credits her husband with adoring ALWAYS
looking, and never finding. She will say
to her cOntidante:
kate, [ am sure she is a blonde. for
Tom would choose somebody exactly OPP
posite to me; l am sure, too, that she is
good tempered, because l know that | ai1i
fretful. Then she must be bright to hold
him so long. Oh! if 1 could only see herr
She need not look far, deluded soul, for
If, instead of letting her thoughts wander
afar off she would only look just beside her,
she would see that it was the blonde head
close to hers as she frets and voorhees, she
would find out that it was the contrast in
temper, in thoughtfulness and in sympathy
thai has made her husband care for her
friend.
Really, dear, this is one of the affairs that
am sure is purely Platonic. Jack thinks
this ridiculous, but l cannot balieve any
woman wouk ~ so entirely false as Kate
Leighton must be if there is anything
more.
ONCE LAST SUMMER
We all stayed at the same house, and
there was such a crowd that we had to
sleep just as we could. In one room there
was large bed and a small one. The
small one was given to me, while Kate and
Margie slept IN the other. We had the
usual laughing time that any party of
women under seventy-five do when they
are all in the same room and then when
everything was quiet, the bright summer