Iron County register., 1888-03-29

duction of Mrs Marsden's exalted state OF
feeling. In truth, the lady is enjoying one
of those rare moments, possible only to
those 10th 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 tc
be foremost among the honorable women
of the church? Still fair of face, shapely oi
form, and of a charming manner, what
young man reflects, when he passes from
her agreeable presence, that she is nc
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 stir her pulses
with such becoming effect She has met
the enemy and routed it. In language less
military, Mrs Marsden, as head of the flow
er committee for Easter decoration. has ut
terly vanquished an opposing faction and
desk and platform will, in tomorrow
adornment, reflect her acknowledged taste.
After sundry exasperating skirmishes, she
has drawn on a battle, all along the line.
and succeeded" ito use her own signif-
cant phraze) :" in putting down that Beldon
crown of victory, and such a bonnet! a
ver:table inspiration! True the inspiration
has been somewhat costly, but even this
pang is softened by the remembrance OF
the jewel of a sewing-girl she had found.
Such a discovery, my dear! Not merely
lady-hke, but lady; positively young
woman of ideas; and so ridiculously mod
est in her charges, as she had confidingly
expressed herself to friend.
The jewel of a girl was just now occupied
in putting the finishing touches to a new
wrap. destined to divide, with the bonnet,
she glories of Easter; her taste and skiliful-
Cess, cheaply compensated enabling her
employer to wear the crown of inspired mil
Hnery, without disturbing dreams of debt
and dunS Mrs. Marsden removes her bon
net, and is swinging it admiringiy, when
"Yow!" comes the shrill yelp of a dog, fol-
lowed by a 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 a spoiled
poodle. High living and overfeeding have
destroyed his digestion; and there are times
when his dyspeptic dog-ship gives himself
many airs if he owned soul and wore
a iver-pad. At his best, he is an affable
dog of many accomplishments; he will sing
in canine contralto; he will beg, dance,
leap, march, and go the whole round of ac-
oomplishments proper to finished poodle.
But, at his worst, Beau develops Mr.
Hyde-like depravity that is alarming.
More than once has he evaded his many
guardians and slipped from the house to
go on protracted spree in the company
of outcast mongrels, returning grossly de-
moralized by long debauch; his silky
hair hanging in dirty wisps, 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 not sing; he refused
to beg, and urgency and entreaty We're
answered by grumblings most suggestive