Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-30
an appetite that's quite surprising, and they
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| SHE EATS TWO DOLLORS WORTH.
"Why," cried the hotel man, "why
lately was obliged to inform certain lady
living on the avenue, who was accustomed
to drop in for the table d'hote, that the
price was 81 90 instead of 81 30. There was
absolutely no profit in her custom, and
would you believe it, she not only ate
enough for two, but swept over the plate oI
bonbons into her pocket in the bargain.
| This was little too much for human endur-
ance. So told the head waiter to say that
the price had been raised. 1t settled her.
Rich as she was, she couldn't bring herself
to paw 50 for dinner without wine and
stayed away after that. So you see why I
| feel as / do. And next to the women come
the children. They are little harpies. They
order dishes for the pleasure of spelling
them. wish could fill my house with
rich old bachelors. They are the patrons
who delight our hearts"
Let good wives beware how they charge
their husbands to bring to them dainties
from evening parties. A New Yorker who
is remarkably fond of his wife, lately at
tended large entertainment, leaving his
better half at home. As he was starting
out she happened to have longing come
over her. This longing was an expensive
one to crafty, as it called for peaches out OF
season. But she knew the house, anil in
sisted that there would be peaches on the
table, even if they cost 81 apiece True, the
delicious fruit was in full sight, piled up
pyramidwise. Before the supper was over,
our hero captured two of the prizes, and
made his escape to the dressing room, where
he hid them away.
PEACHES ON THE FLOOR.
He Joined some friends for smoke, and is
was not until the cotillon had begun that he
thought of starting homewards. He had
carefully slowed the peaches away in his
hat until he could pass the crush and get
out ON the sidewalk. A friend halted him
in the drawing room door, and as they stood
here conversing, a cry was suddenly raised:
"We need hat for the next figure"
Before the husband could give thought
to his peaches, the leader rushed out and
seized the unfortunate hat. The next in
slant two beautiful peaches rolled out on
the polished floor. Tableau!
Returned with thanks" said the leader
OF the dance; 1--WE don't care for trick
hat"
But the wife had the peaches.
The mere term, "a 5 O'Clock tea" sug-
gests an hour OF harmless, innocent, genteel
enjoyment. When the maid and the matron
peep over the rim of Sevres cup at the
genial gentleman guest the souls of all
should surely be in the simplest possible
condition of wholesomeness. A Madison
avenue mother was talking on this subject
recently and remarked that she could safely
let her handsome child, Anabel, 90 10 3
o'clock teas alone, "for they are so innocent,
don't you know" Anabel INDUCED in an
inward smile when she heard her mothers
words. An hour later she went alone in a
carriage to Mrs. Somebody's o'clock tea in
a, l. II
ception room and was greeted by the hostess
her lovely eyes swept the room swiftly and
finally fixed themselves upon young man
who was fastening across the floor toward
her. A short sigh of apparent happiness
breathed from her lips
HE APPEARED SURPRISED.
"Ah, how do you do this afternoon?" said
the gentleman, extending his hand to Ana
bel. ''This is pleasant surprise, assure
you"
Anabel made murmuring reply, and the
two withdrew to a corner together. 81
don't dare to start away at once, Dick"
said Anabel when they were alone. "Peo-
pie might notice it. Suppose you 60 first,
and let me pick you up block or SO away
from the house"
"But it's only an hour altogether that I
see you, " responded Dick, warmly, "and
can't bear to leave you for one instant"
"But you must" went on Anabel. "The
first word of gossip that gets to mammals
ears will ruin our whole affair"
'I'il go at once" said Dick, hastily. He
vanished. Five minutes afterward Anabel
bade her hostess goodby and tripped away
to her carriage. At the entrance of Central
Park the coachman drew up his horses, and
young man sprang through the door that
Anabel held open. This was the beginning
of delightful drive, which was only the
repetition of one that took place the very
day before. When Anabel arrived home
at dinner she was asked by her mother how
sne enjoyed Mrs. Somebody's 5 o'clock tea.
sob, not in the least" said Anabel. ST
do wish didn't have to 60 to such stupid
affairs"
"It will do you good, replied her mother.
"You are free from all bad influences, and
meet no one but the incest people," but the
young man in the case was one to whom she
would yield up her fortune rather than per-
NIT him to associate with her daughter.
OUR ANGEL FACED GIRLS.
A suggestive little commentary upon the
beauties of education is found in a picture
of domestic contentment that confronted me
in the house of some well-known society
people. There were the father, mother and
two charming daughters, these latter aged |
l6 and IA years. The parents possessed |
good common school learning, but were |
unacquainted with any OF the foreign |
languages. Therefore, while the father
perused his respectable newspaper, and |
the mother worked at some pretty needle |
stuff On screen, the two girls read French |
books under the solt-tinted lamp. Glancing
over their shoulders read the titles of their |
novels, and found, to my establishment, that
they were two of De Maupassant's most
daring stories, of such a character as to
make one shuddcr by their direct brutality
The older girl looked up and inquired if I |
read French. and when replied that did,
The seemed worried.
'These are sweet stories, she said, throw
ng glance at her mother. "My French
eacher recommended them to me, and,
though they are not in the least engrossing,
hey are excellent in language and awtully
FOOD study for us"
As looked into the child's great, inno-
,ent eyes, was compelled to sigh for the
hypocrisy of our angel-faced girls.
. CLARA BELLE.
Copyright, 1890.