St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-08
old this month, has always lived where
| he was born and yet has lived In Mas
sachusetts, in Industry and New
Vineyard, in Somerset and Kennebec
| counties.
THE DECLINE OF COURTESY
The Civilities of Men and Ingrat-
itude of Women.

The CivilitieS OF Men and lngrat.
itude Of Women.
New York Tribune.
81 don't know how other people feel
about it," said the senior of the group,
a man about fifty years old, of dignified
appearance ana courtly in demeanor,
''but find that when I am tempted to
keep my seat and to see woman stand
l am ashamed of myself. Something
makes me feel cheap, so that haven't
the courage to- look her OF any one else
in the eyes. For my own peace of mind,
therefore, | prefer to give up my seat
and stand. however tired am. | must
say that l have seldom met women who
failed to recognize this little compliment
to their sex by some sign of apprecia-
ton, pleasant nod, a graceful smile or
quiet and conventional thank you. >
Perhaps this is because | am getting
old, but that is neither here nor there.
II can say, though, with perfect
truth, that have had one experience
where well-intended act of courtesy
not only did not elicit any word OF
thanks, but, on the contrary, caused the
woman evident annoyance. And could
hardly blame her, although l waS-ter-
ribly embarrassed by her curt manner.
81 was in Boston at the time don't
smile, you self-satisfied New YOrkers),
and went to the Boston museum to get
seats for one of Booths performances.
There was long line before the box
Office when [ took my place at the end.
The one in line before me was woman,
handsomely but quietly dressed. The
people moved so slowly and the wait
was so weariSome that we kept no direct
line, but were turned, some one way,
some another. In this way l could not
fail to notice the woman'S wonderful
complexion. 1t was dazzling in it's deli
cate tints of rose and white, and one
could almost see the roses in her cheek
fade and blush by turns. l am afraid
that l found her complexion so perfect
that was impolite enough to stare at
her moment when l thought she was
not looking my way, for she turned her
head and after that / could only see the
, pink and white of two delicately-
fashioned ears.
"When she reached the box Office and
selected her seats and was opening her
pOcketbook to pay for them small
package slipped from her hands. l saw
it and grabbed at 1t to catch it before it
struck the marble of the floor. of
course missed it, and as it fell l heard
slight crash or glass. HlcKlng IL up
hurriedly. l offered it to her, but she
crisply declined to touch it, saying:
Please let it lie on the floor
81 stood there rather sheepishly, hold
ing it. when felt cold, cream-like
mixture steal between my fingers.
Looking at the package, saw, to my
horror, that the wrapper had been torn
enough to show on bottles side just
two word, Face Enamel The woman
had started for the stairs with crimson
hue in her cheeks that no enamel, no
paint, not even the most highly colored
brush of nature could equal. As for me.
I dropped the bottle with crash and
fled like a coward, not waiting for my
tickets. AS made my escape, | heard
several smokers. They were all wom-
ans"
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