St. Paul daily globe., 1889-01-13
THE FEMININE MOLE.
Crispina's
Wart.

Crispina's Lew Wallace's new
tragedy 'Commodus," :"
Wart. Marcia, the mistress of
the emperor. while at
the baths says to her attendants (and
so that CriSpina, the empress, present,
also shall Overhear herr:
To-day for oil of roses did ask my august
love,
My Caesar, who did smile and pretty say.
That to the herdl To sweet thy sweet,
nesSeS
1 have the oil ambrosial, even that
Great Juno brews for selfish use in baths
Olympian. Crispina, did she touch
1t once, would die Thereat with pity moved.
And wonder-struck. and yet as one does ask
o, or said. Then he with ready wit, .
And shake of head, which. from its many
curIs,
Showered me thick with odors delicate
And nameless, said, ..Perpol. hath one taint
This unguent Of the gods''-'What good my
cr,spina9 hnla' Sol cried in quick alarm.
And to his ruddy lips he made me bend
Ny ear, so all my blood awake did run
Upon her neck
Attendants-O, O! ye gods of Romel
Marcia-And one upon her breast OF quick
ening growth" ,"
(Her attendants laugh immoderately.)
The force of this passage was borne
raj ball, which attended through ne
ceSSity. One of my companions OF the
evening was DR.. Chloral.
%*
DIR. Chloral's DR.. Chloral and
stood near the head of
Opinion. the main stairway,
Watching the ladies
pass. [ had my eye on the flesh of a
tall blonde, which was turning blue
under the chill of a draft. when the
doctor nudged ME.
"Here comes belle whom have
cared for since she was baby. l will
stop her for moment"
She came toward us in response to his
nod-a graceful, bright-looking girl, in
whose motions were charms sufficient
to turn mans head. Never wave
skimming felucca answered to the kiss
of the wind in it's sails as she to the old
physicians slight signal.
Her costume was a something in
cream white, en- traine, and cut very
low. From the line of the zone to the
highest point of the neck, front and
back, there was nothing but dazzling
expanse of white skin and the blue
tracery of veins. Nothing else, did |
say-oh, well, a mole or two-little
hideous yellow and black spots, for all
the world, at distance, looking like
bugs.
were never more charmingly attired.
At least, you expect me to say that,
although confess that since your baby
hood | have never seen you with
less on"
Don't tease, doctor. a chilled
through-so cold-and such mob.
came over here because l thought you
would say something nice.''
81 would if you were more Sensibly
dressed. Don't frown. 1t is my privi-
lege to scold you butterflies. Can l
offer you any of my Wraps?'
She shrugged her dimpled shoulders
and arched her neck, which rose like a
marble column from base of snow.
II was foolish, doctor. But what's
one to do when fashion"
"Hang fashion, my child. If it told
you to go naked (which you might just
as we'll do), l presume you would obey.
Sincerely, though, do cover your lungs
or go home. And, by the way, come to
my Office the next time you are out and
let me take those mOles off. If you will
make your beauty common. don't reveal
blemishes which might be removed"
"Oh, but. doctor. my moles-take
them off,"
certainly. 1t can be easily done,
and the sight of them makes me sick.
Your future husband will some day
thank me for the deed. Run along, now.
and get your clothes On or you will die
of cold"
She went away pouting, and I re-
sumed my position at the doctor side.
He was in an explosive mood, and chat
tered away at a lively rate.