Mower County transcript., 1888-03-28

duction of Mrs Marsden's exalted state of
feeling. In truth, the lady is enjoying one
of those rare moments, possible only to
those both good and great Good, Mrs.
Marsden undoubtedly is, and, in her sphere,
must be accounted great also. Who dis
putes her leadership in society, the right to
be foremost among the honorable women
of the church? Still fair Of face, shapely OF
form, and OF a charming manner, what
young man reflects, when he passes from
her agreeable presence. that she is no
longer in her first. youth? But the honors
paid to a delightful personality and the
sweet incense burned at the altar of social
success, are too familiar to the lady to bring
anew the sparkle to her eyes and the flush
to her cheeks.
1t is the new triumph Of generalship and
the forecast of triumphs to be- not the
memory Of past victories, that st L her pulses
with such becoming effect She has met
the enemy and routed it In language less
military, Mrs Marsden, as head of the f1ow-
er committee for Easter decoration. has ut
terly vanquished an opposing faction and
desk and platform will, in to-morrows
adornment, reflect her ackno owledged taste.
After sundry exasperating skirmishes, she
has drawn on battle, all along the line,
and succeeded" ito use her own signif-
can't phraze) in putting down that Beldon
woman" Thus her bonnet becomes a
crown of victory, and such bonnet!
yer table inspiration! True, the inspiration
has been somewhat costly, but even this
pang is softened by the remembrance of
the jewel of sewing-girl she had found.
Such discovery, my dear! Not merely
lady-ike, but a lady; positively young
woman of ideas; and SO ridicuiously mod
est in her charges" as she had confdingly
expressed herself to friend.
The jewel of girl was just now occupied
in putting the finishing touches to new
wrap. destined TO divide, with the bonnet.
the glories Of Easter; her taste and skillful-
ness, cheaply compensated, enabling her
employer to wear the crown Of inspired mil
linery, without disturbing dreams of debt
and duns Mrs Marsden removes her bon
net, and is swinging it admrng.y, when
"Yow!" comes the shlill yelp of dog, fol-
lowed by succession of piercing screams
from Baby Mabel. Instantly the maternal
instinct asserts itself over the purely femin-
inc; the bonnet is tossed lightly on the bed
and the alarmed mother darts down the
stairs almost treading on the pet poodle
Beau, as he darts up Beau is spoiled
poodle High living and overfeeding have
destroyed his digestion; and there are times
when his dyspeptic dog g-sLip gives himself
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a liver-pad At his best, he is an fable
dog OF many accomplishments; he will sing
in canine contralto; he will beg, dance
leap, march, and go the whole round of ac-
complishments proper to finished poodle
But, at his worst, Beau develops a Mr.
Hyde-llke depravity that is alarming.
More than once has be evaded his many
guardians and slipped from the house 10
go on pro oiracted spree in the company
of Outcast 1nongrels. returning grossly de-
moralized by long debauch; his silky
hair hanging in dirty wsps, his ears torn,
eyes bleary; his whole appearance that of
an utterly abandoned and disreputable
dog: For two days past Beau had been
coming down with an attack of HYDE
rophobia He would rot sing; he refused
to beg. and urgency and entreaty were
answered by grunblings most suggestive
of smothered profanity. 1t was wonder,
then, that when Miss Mabel tried to grab
him as he passed her, he snapped at the
little hands, causing hasty recoil which
resulted in loss of balance and q roll
downstairs AS Beau in ruff1ed mood
leaps upon the bed he encounters the bon
net His whole dog nature, revolving from
PetAcoat government, urged him to take
summary vengeance on its symbol. Ho! ho
This was Ee-te than worrying shoes on
the alley ash-pile with his mongrel friends
Growing in rage he bounds upon
his victim He holds it down, worries
it, tears it, and after his passion is
somewhat sated, proceeds deliberately to
pluck out piece by piece, the adorning
bird, and to chew up the plumes that nod
ded defiance to the last In ten minutes
the dainty bit Of millinery is fit only for
the rag-bag. In his moment of triumph
Beau feels that in the matter of voice, nat
ure has dealt unkindly with him He wants
to crow, or bray victorious fanfare He
compromises with his weakness by rolling
ing in seif-approval
Meantime, Mrs. Marsden has found her
child more frightened than hurt; kissed
away the tears. coaxed back the smiles.
and, as maternal anxiety is relieved and