St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-09
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MAKE CUPID THIN.
Ii her neck is so dreadful, then tell her to
wear band; wide canvas betting is best.
This she must wind around herself about
three inches above the waist, and then her
neck will look all right; your nurse will be
able to put it on her better than her maid,
for she will arrange it so that it does not
cut her skin. Somebody says this is the
primeval corset; certainly it is more etflca-
ciOuS for some purposes than the corset it
SELF Greek women used to wear them
bonds not corsets. which probably accounts
for their neckS always looking so firm.
The private theatricalS were a success be,
fore the curtain and failure behind it.
Marie Blanc insisted on having dressing
room to herself; but, my dear, she was not
alone there. Gray Wilton was with her,
and somebody found it out; it is making an
awful lot of talk, and those two idiots failed
to see the necessity for telling the truth
which iS-prepare to be astOnished-that
they were married two months ago. They
are waiting for Marie's birthday. when she
comes in for pile of money.
The way | happened to know, Wilton
told Jack when he came to us, and begged
him to manage so Marie could see him here,
the excuse being visit to me. | consented
to this much: She could see him whenever
she wanted to, provided [ was in the room.
l would go to the extreme end and read.
never looking at them, but still l must be
there. 1t sounds hard. but | felt it was
right. The first two days passed off beauti
fully, but on the third day, soon after Will
ton came, there was a telegram delivered
to me from Jack: Come to me at once.
Important" l apologized to them as we'll
as l could, had my wits sufficiently about
me to put Lucy, my maid, in the corner of
THE DRAwING-ROOM
with her sewing. My poor heart! l was
sure Jack was i'll, twisted his ankle, broken
his head or else was in the station house
for knocking some man down. As fast as
| could drive did [ go to Wall street, to
Jacks office, only to be met with the news
that he was lunching at Delmonico' s-sent
for him-and then you should have heard
him laugh! He had never sent that tele-
gram and that wicked Wilton had. For
while | was furious. | cried. [ stamped
my foot, but Jack conSoled me by saying,
Never mind: maybe you would do the
same thing in his place" So L lunched
with Jack. remembering, as l told him,
that Lucy was there. His eyes twinkled,
but didn't worry any more.
Dorothy, you cannot imagine the deprav
lIy OF WHICH man is capable untll you know
one who is secretly married. When l got
home Wilton had gone. Marie was asleep
in her room, bnt Lucy was not to be found.
Wilton had sent her after me with note,
and the note was addressed to the house of
woman l know way out beyond the park;
he told her she'd better wait until o'clock
to see if L came. Of course, Lucy knew
nothing of the secret; she had only been
told to stay in the drawing room in case
Miss Marie wanted anything. Jack de-
clares she only obeyed orders-that Miss
Marie did want something-she wanted to
get Lucy out of the way. Never, Dolly,
have anything to do with
SECRET MARRIAGES.
They are much nicer in books than in
real life; indeed, there is nothing satisfac-
tory about them. for you miss the brides
cake as well as seeing yourself described in
the society papers as 1.-The fair but blushing
BRIDE"
The ball, about which I have told you
nothing, was like all the rest-the same
old set, with perhaps few who did not
belongto it, but who always come to such
places when the tickets can be
bought. Many of the gowns were
rather draggled, and even Lent will not
freshen up some women. The prettiest