Sacramento daily record-union., 1889-09-22
A LESSON FOR SNOWY noTHERs.

Writing from fashionable watering
place, "Bab' speaks of the contrast be-
tween the children of the rich and those of
the poor in the matters of clothes, and the
fact that the former can afford to enjoy
themselves in simple gear, while the child
ren of those whose position is not assured
must be entirely on dress parade. She
says; bright, hued ginghams are
shocked to fit the little figures, and great
big straw hats that give them grand
look shade the eyes and protect the hair.
There is regular morning parade of
tubs in which the children and their
friends are packed, each one driven by the
eldest of the family, or if they are very
small, tiny groom holds the reins of
honor. Out they 60 into the country; a
search is made for wild flowers, the lunch
is eaten, and the tub comes home gor-
geously decorated with golden rod and full!
of children who have grown dreadfully
mussed and dirty-looking, but who have
had rather good time. You see that's
the beauty of the kind of frocks they
yet they are most of them the children of
nlillionaires. If one happens to be the
child of some hard-working clerk, the
chances are that it would be arrayed in
silk gown, elaborately trimmed with lace
and ribbons, hat gorgeous, with flowers
or plumes, and-poor little soui-life
would hold no pleasures for it, because its
best gown was in continual danger, and to
sit up and look wise was all that was pos
sible"
/ wish all mothers were brave enough
to dress their children simply. wish all
of them knew that it is not only better
sense, but more fashionable; and | am
sure that every little heart would beat
with greater glee under a gingham gown
than it does under nonsensical mass of
lace and silk, which Mary has to work so
hard to achieve, and which is not only un-
suitable for Johns child, but gives it no
pleasure and makes it look like wax-doll.
Party frocks? Certainly-but they are
made in the same simple way, though they
are of the finest null, and it is possible
that a big blue sash, with an enormous
bow, is tied at the back.
CUPID's MISCHIEF.
young dream"
and every mothers daughter of us know
It to be true. Observe, please, that the
well-poSted poet said land poets are sup
posed TO be better posted on such subjects
than everyday mortals), LouSs "young
dream" not the love-dreams of young
folk only. 1t makes no difference, the
years of the dreamer if the heart has re-
mained young enough to harbor the
heavenly guest, love itself is always young
and fair, and age, like beauty, is generally
but "skin-deep"
If you have forgotten how you used to
feel in the green and salad epoch of ex-
istence, renew your youth by taking a
stroll, any of these fine moonlighted even
| ings, under the outrageous shadows of
some public park. Byron was right when
he remarked-forgetting in his moment
ary earnestuess that chaste elegance of
style that distinguished him" The devil
| is in the man for mischiefw or is it Cupid,
instead of his satanic majesty? If you are
crusty bachelor, wander along in medi-
tatiye mood; or if you are a spinster, staid
and solitary, take a big dog for company
and protection. If you are married, take
the "other half" along-the contagion
will do you both good. 1t is not malaria
alone, with its attendant sprites, yclept
rheumatism, neuralgia, ct cetera, that you
will encounter o nights by the light of
the moon, but another malady more
Catching" than either, to which all flesh
| is heir. An observer in Central Park, n.
Y, thus relates one evenings experience !:
Eminently proper, people, laboring under
the idea that this is public place, might
object that these straying couples are a
| bit reckless Of the conventionalities, not to
| say the proprieties of society. They are
certainly very human and very natural.
The mere freedom of their intercourse is a
refreshing thing to one wearied by
the dull and decorous round of artificial
restraints, They are not wise with the
wisdom OF the serpent, perhaps; but if
| they are foolish, it is as the cooing-
doves and blushing roses and the luttering
butterflies and the melodious nightin-
gales. What a desert this weary world
would be without just such folly How
many sages would exchange all their wis
dom for just such happiness
Hello! What is this? Three coming
up the walk together. That young man
has not read his "don'ts" of etiquette or
he would not walk between the two maids
Besides, one cannot tell to which he is
partial, for they are strolling along idly
without touching one another, while the
| girls talk across him. Is it case OF
"How happy could l be with either were
tother dear charmer away" No. As
they pass into the shadow the young man
and the young woman on his right are
drawn together as if by some magnetic at
traction, and their hands are clasped while
their heads touch. In moment thev are
in the lamplight again, and have sepa.
rated, with shy side glance at the other
girl. 1t is plain that she has been brought
as concession to conventionality. Dis.
Greet little chaperonel How well she pre-,
tends 10 see nothing
Ali They take seat lust below
US. She is very youthful chaperone-
sister of the maid or of the swain, won.
der? OF the swain, it is clear. or he
would not SO boldly move away from her
with the maid at the other end of the
bench. Their passion Is in its very infancy
that is evident, or there would be no such
pretenses Of propriety. But the emotions
bud and blossom quickly in Central Park
He is sitting very close now to the maid
of his choice. In another minute he hold.
her hand in his, and is pressing it. The
other arm slides around the back of the
bench, and somehow or other she Is not
sitting so primly as before. Her head i:
resting on something that encircles her
neck at the back of the bench, and seems
to draw her face around. They are look
ing into each others eyes. Suddenly they
seem to have something to say to each
other. By simultaneous impulse their
heads approach one another. Will they
whisper softly in each others ears Closer
and closer-come away; it is too sacred for
words or ears, certainly for other eyes
the lips meet-the tale is told
The little chaperone is awful embar.
rassed. She turns her head awsy-blush.
ing, without doubt. Half rising, she