Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-17

weeks. Little do those who "onlY sing in
church" know of what sins they are indi-
| reetly guiltyl
You won't run across gayer girl in New
York than Rosina Girard. Oh, that name
will not find her out for you. 1t is genuine,
but Rosina is not conspicuous enough for
anyone to know or care any more about her
than is gained from the simple little incl
dent in her life that 1 am going to relate.
Rosina is true child OF the cafes, not bad
but horribly indiscreet, looking like .
Partisan woman OF fashion in linen dress
and with q wonderfully saucy flower in her
cheap hat, and living on vegetables in order
TO wear fine shoes and six-button gloves.
ROMANCE OF A HAT.
One day last week Rosina and q girl
friend that works in the same shop with heH
got half holiday and went away down to
the Monmouth Park races. They both had
return tickets and nothing else in their pock-
cts, but the gorgeous crowd was sufficient,
and as they quivered with excitement over
the racing, they gazed about with as proud
an air as the rarest and richest woman to bs
seen. While one race was in progress q
sudden breeze lifted Rosina's little hat from
her head, and in falling from the grand
stand to the ground it struck lightly upon
the shoulder of handsome young man who
was watching the battle of the horses through
a pair of field glasses. He looked up and
his eyes met the sparkling ones of Rosina,
who was holding out her hand at him to in
dicate that the hat belonged to her.
Now it happens that the young man who
rescued the pretty Rosina's hat was . very
fashionable and proud young man of the
clubs, and had her radiant face not attract
ed him good deal he would have got her
hat into her possession in another way than
by taking it to her himself. But being i'm.
mediately put under a spell by her frank
gaze, the elegant young man went to Roslns
and handed to her the hat. He then fingered
and spoke with the pretty creature, asking
if she liked racing, and finally ii she liked
champagne. A wine dinner ensued in the
race course restaurant, and the two girls did
nothing which the richest bellies from Muir
ray Hill might not have done without scan-
dal.
A GIFT OF DAISIES.
But this is sentimental bit of story,
and here is the reason why the champagne
which Rosina drank had a more bitter fla
vor than she would have found in the
cheapest beer quaffed with an eligible
sweetheart. The fashionable youth was
taIkatiVe, and he confessed to Rosina thas
he was to be married within q very few
days. She looked at his handsome face
and sighed. Such as he was not for her.
de was gentle, renned ana generous, and
she vulgar thing that took his fancy for
moment.
''That bunch of daisies at your neck re-
minds me of Lillian" said the young man
across his glass. LILLIAN is my fancee, you
know. She has very simple tastes. Wears
daisies in preference to any other flower"
The day went by and the youth was
charmed. Rosins was demure, quiet and
tantalizing.s Later they stood together al
Rosina's door.
"Perhaps 1 might be permitted to call on
you?" said the young man.
Rosina looked at him moment, and then
said: "No. would prefer to have you say
goodby to me here. have had q very
pleasant day, and I don't want to spoil the
memory Of it. Good night"
The fashionable young man was out in
the street alone. He may have been angry
as be walked away. On the appointed day
he was married. OF course there were
numerous presents of great value. One Of
the oldest remembrances received BY the
bride was bunch OF daisies tied prettily
by a ribbon. On q card attached to this
modest offering was inscribed, Rosins
Girsrd. When the bride attracted the
proom's attention to the posies he declared
That he knew no Miss Girard, though he
flushed bit as he made the statement
CLARA BELLE