St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-25
men THAT We Love
The Wrong Man Most Apt to
Find Favor With
Women.
She Didn't Know He Was
Married, You
Know.
Tragedies on st. Anthony
Hill Impossible Because
BAD Form.
As a Matter Of Fact, Lovers
Change Like Ward
robes.


mo...... Consequences Prudy does not
come far short of the mark. Look over
your married acquaintance and it is
surprising to see how persistently
women have loved and married the
wrong man. There is Mrs. Smith, of
decided intellectual tendencies, yoked
for life to Joseph, whose thoughts
never get above pork. and who has
about as much appreciation of his wife's
yearning for the unattainable as would
have one of the beasts. dead or alive.
dressed or undreSsed, upon which
his Soul is centered. Then there
is Mrs. Brown, who was
without doubt. born in full dress, her
face turned towards the ball room,
mated with the professor who would
trip to his death i'll one of his wife's
fayOrite WaltZes, and sits tongue-tled
and uncomprehending in the midst Of
the small talk she thriYes upon. On
the other hand Mr. Thompson, who gets
his clothes direct from London, and Is
posted on the latest scandal if not on
the latest literature, married school
teacher, who wears springfield shoes,
no corsets and glasses. and evidently
adoreS him, though what she can see i'll
him is more than you or L or they can
imagine. But, of all instances OF:
Miss May furnishes the strangest. if
Mrs. June's case can be forgotten. Miss
May, poor thing! really had no idea he
was married when she first met him,
and he was altogether intereSting-nO-
body can deny that. Neither can any
one say he did not lay himself out to be
agreeable to her, and when inadvertent-
Iy one night he mentioned the existence
OF his wife. of course then it was too
late. The murder was done, she loved
him and certainly there was no wrong
i'll platonic union. 1t is such simple
task for one woman to make an
exception of herself and love quite diff
ferently from the other 999. 900 women
on earth, that one is inclined to marvel,
as no doubt is Miss May herself, to see
the sad mess she has made Of the attempt.
With tears in her eyes and very pitt
full drOOD of the corners OF her mouth
she told Prudy the other day she didn't
think she would care to marry Harry if
Mrs. Harry were dead; she is almost
positive that her love soafs above the
canal consideration OF matrlmony,
still it would be a great relief to have
Mrs. Harry out Of the way and be able
to know the exact truth of the matter.
Prudy hasn't doubt but some day
there'lI be a murder and suicide, and
a large number Of the 400 will be called
upon to send flowers, OF what is worse,
all st. Anthony hill:wll be by the ears
to know in which direction the couple
eIoped and just how Mrs. Harry is going
to sustain the shock.
AS for Mrs June. we'll one must con-
TESS it is direful enough state of affairs
to be consciously chained to the wrong
man. and when the right man puts in
apprenticeship,
HE'LL FIERCEST FURY
is heaven gained TOO late. Dear knows
it is wretched TO have the peaFly gates
shut in ones face at the best. But to
have them closed and be obliged to sit
through life viS-a-Nis with the man who
closed them-manage his servants. per-
haps tby accident bear his children.
pour his tea, put sugar i'll it even, and
all the while catch SOUNDS OF heavenly
music Ire has barred her frem-juSt Jul
piter! Can even the prompt payment
of ali ones milliner bills make it right
for one to submit to torture such as
this? Prudy swGafS Mrs. June will not
stand it much longer. The last time
they had bottle of champagne
together. she told Prudy her
patience is almost exhausted
that June's cough seems to be
growing better instead OF worse,
his conduct more exemplary and hope
of grounds for divorce more feeble every
day, that she is 4 desperate woman and
"a big dash at the end, - says Prudy,
.'that meant anything or nothing.
Drawing my own conclusions l would
suggest card in the daily papers,
signed by Mr.. June, stating there are
no rats on the premises and prohibiting
druggists from selling Mrs. June any
thing rough on them
ffrrI pr, d.. Nalr an1 faP
all tragedy in high life. Tragedy. out
of novels and Off the stage, is intensely
bad forA-pcrmissible on the Bohemian
flats, but As bad as eating with ones knife
or drinking from ones saucer Oil St.
Anthony hill. AS matter of fact and
polite society. our lovers come like our
wardrebes, peculiar to certain ages and
common TO certain seasons. AT eIghteen,
if YOU please. we will have the man
handsome, not young, World-Worn.
There must 60 with him good clothes
and dash of the roue. The more sins
he has to repent. the more delightful he
is and the greater is our glory. He is
tired OF society and of pretty much
everything on earth-until he meets us;
he has lost faith in everything, eSpec-
tally i'll women until he met US. Now
he is saved-bv the blood of us lambs.
He confesses all his past transgresSionS
TO us, groaning as he does it, that he
must bring such
4 SUSTAINED SOUL
to adore our fair innocence. But in the
generosity of our perfection we grant
him full and free dissolution from the
past, and feeling the size of the halo
about orr heads, piouSly thank heaven
1t has been reserved for us to do this
good and glorious work on earth. II he
is suffering from the burden of three or
Hour, or fewer or more wives, we bid
him take upon him our yoke Of platonic
affection, which is light and easy to
bear, and go and wed no more. There
is no crime we can not, as his redeemer,
forgive him, and or contempt for sim
less souls increase, i'll proportion
to the righteous vanity of the
within us. But while we are
preparing him for heaven he quietly
prepares us for the world. He gently
removes our torn, dog-eared primer
from our hands and hears our recita-
tions through the first two or three
chapters of the book of life. At twenty
we graduate from him, and robbed OF
the zeal of the refOrner, the desire to
test cur faith by straining at the re-
mOyai OF mountains, we develop a fond
ness for the society mantle leader OF
cOtillions, who has no thought above
the may whirl and whose, soul by its
evident absence, suggests no need of
salvation. We have done with mission
airy work and we are never going to
marry. We smile in calm superiority at
the suggestion of any such indiScretion,
and when some one hints that the right
man (meaning the wrong one, of c0urSe),
has not yet appeared, we look whole
libraries of bitter knowledge that
plainly says, we can't be taught any
thing about men. AT twenty-five we