St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1888-03-31

DerS neT bonnet ana makes nasty ascent
to her chamber What sight greets her
eye when she looks upon the bed Only
the pen that described the rape Of the lock
could do justice to the spectacle. Beau.
who has been licking the wet feathers from
his silky hair, beats a cautious retreat
He may be Observation-Disclosures; he GER
tainly is afraid that something will hurt his
feelings, SO he wisely removes that delicate
possession to a place of safety But the
pangs his mistress feels are too great to be
relieved by anger or appeased by venge-
ance She realizes that to-morrow's joust
of fashion is not for her, There lies her
magic helm without which all is useless)
quite shattered The cloudy heaven of her
face betokens squall; her bosom pillows
stormily; the sobs come in windy gusts
them down comes the ralni and Mrs Mars
den sinks into the embrace Other cozy
chair Ahl Mrs Beldon, smarting under
your SO recent defeat over the Easter deco
rations, what balm for your wounds Is here,
If only you could know it
Mrs Marsden is not permitted to indulge
her grief undisturbed.
TapI tap! at the door, and enter the maid
Her mistress in tearsl Why? What?
The answer comes from the bed and its
murdered millinery.
"Oh, ma'amI" says Mary the maid 1t Is
mo- much to say, but it is enough Tho oh!
rises in reflection to the expression of the
utmost astonishment and indignation: the
"ma'am" in tremulous diminuendo, and
softly as a flower falls on a new-made
grave
"W-w-h-s-t is 1t, M-m-a-r-ya" said her
mistress from behind her handkerchief
IF you please, ma'am, the sewing girl
says she's ready to 60, and will you come
down and put tie wrap on before she
leaves"
At the mention of the wrap the squat
shows signs of freshening.
"N-n-o M-a-r-y; and t-tell her I will see
her Monday"
Alas for the gentle hint designed to sug-
gest to Mrs Marsden that the work being
done should be paid. for Goodbye, Jewel of
girl, to all your fine plans for tomorrow
Go down the steps little more straight
Of figure than is your won't; walk past the
shop windows with unturned face and see,
without looking, the treasures on which
your heart was set; then stop awhile on the
garrett stairs to fight back the tears, SO that
somebody may not have to carry part of
sisters load
Mrs. Marsden spends herself In sobs like a
spoiled child, and proceeds to develop
symptoms of hysteria She wishes for her
husband, and reflects with petulance that q
husband always is away from home when
he is most needed 1t is true, male sympa-
thy at such moment might leave much to
be desired; but a rightly trained husband
might be expected to sit down in silent
sympathy, respecting the greatness Of an
affection which he dared not essay to COM
fort in words Mrs Marsden's face is flushed,
her head aches, she is quite unstrung She
turns in loathing from Mary's Offering Of
tea and toast, but submits to being put to
bed Her stricken spirit Graves sympathy.
and more and more she desires the pres
ence Of her dear friend and physician, DR..
Martin Nct man-dear me, mol What
male practitioner could hope to success
fully treat such a case?
A man may prescribe, but he could not
sympathize Besides, what diagnosis could
penetrate to the deep-seated cause of suf-
fering, and how could a finely organized
woman tell a coarse-fbered man that she
was suffering from the effects of ruined
bonnet? But Lucy Waldron, M. D., sharer
of schoolgirl secrets and follies, bosom
friend and intimate of later days-that kind
of doctor was another thing. Lucy
Waldron was the one person to be counted
Ou LA SuCu d Cctso VI tIldl Dub uOW W sUul-
mon her, how to explain? Presently the
lady rings for Mary, who comes softly to
the bedside MARY, go to the bureau and
bring me those drops use for nervous
headache" OF course she knew there
WASN'T drop left. but she gave dissatis-
fed moan when the maid reports the empty
bottle II am afraid you must send round
to the drug store and get it filed" The
maid Yetjres ia at the doors Mary ina.
thetically) swhile think of it. call up DE-
Waldron on the telephone and tell her had
q church matter Of Importance to talk over
with her, but am too sick to come to see
her And, Mary, if she can come over for a
few minutes. you can tell her about the
drops and she will bring them"
It's rather long way round, it's femin- |
inc, and Mrs Marsden turns on her pillow
to wait results Duly the doctor fits into
the room--all affection and regreta A
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