Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-06

there for thousand dollars. If you like
snakes stay there and enjoy yourself. -
When the lady in upper seven got
down from her berth the next morning
it might have been noticed that she was
wearing striped stockings.
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Some young men are not so we'll in
formed in the requisite formalities to-
wards the feminine sex as they ought to
be. and it was one of this order that put
n Young woman on Bowery horse car
after the theater the other night and left
her to get to Harlem alone, while he
went in an opposite direction to Brook
lvn. Seeing her safely ensconsed in the
car, the young man thrust a five cent
piece into the hand of the conductor and
Jumped from the platform. In q few
moments the conductor entered the car,
and stood before the girl awaiting her
fare. She looked questioningly at him
and said nothing.
ssFare, miss, - said the conductor.
The girl blushed. ''Jimmie-I mean
didn I the young man pay my fare?"
asked she.
tsHe paid his own fare, not yours -
replied the conductor gruff1y.
''But he didn't take ride. He only
put me on the car.
''That' all right. He rode all the
same. want your fare.
The girl made a movement toward her
pocket and then hesitated. Springing TO
her feet, she murmured, as the tears
came into her eyes: "Let me off
please.
"Wat,' exclaimed the conductor.
''You ain t got the price of ride. Oh,
pshaw! you kin ride free, then
But the meek little Harlem maid, with
her smart 81 hat and welI-worn jacket,
was game. Her pretty mouth settled
firmly over her white teeth. "You will
stop the car and let me off - said she,
as imperiously as princess.
Two men passengers offered Giekels for
the girl to the conductor, who was now
insisting that he did not require any
fare. The girl thanked them. CT wish
to get off at once, - she cried, fixing her
big, angry eyes upon the conductor.
- made mistake, miss, said the
latter. 81 Con t want no fare
The girl fiuttered out to the platform,
and, as gracefully and sure as bird
swung from the step, while the car was
dashing along at a sharp pace, and van
ished in the Bowery crowd. / happen to
know that she walked home in the snow,
a distance of four miles. New York
surely has among its working ranks girls
whose pride ought to win them cOronets.
A duchess could not have outshoue in
dignity OF poise OF this timid young Har-
lem maiden.
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The wit who affirmed that the only
thing he disliked about a concert was the
music would be inclined to find fault
with afternoon and evening receptions.
as they are conducted in this city. Con-
versation is simply ont of the question.
The hostess announces one reader or
singer after another in such rapid sue
cession that all one can do is to submit
to fate and be silent. At times the lady
accepts the performer on faith, and the
result is a wretched amateur entertain
ment, to which the guests must listen in
most espectful silence. Antiques, like
the venerable Stephen Massett, often
make their appearance at receptions and
offer to read something STEPHEN is an
amIable old gentleman, whose white
curly locks graced the salons long before
the war. He still means we'll, and he
voted for John Quincy Adams. Ella
Wheeler Wilcox lately made the expert
ment of q French couversazione. She
required all her guests to converse in
French. II was comical. Her husband
asked: "Have you read the poem of
my last wife?''
To which the person addressed thus re-
piled: mo, but hope l have read the
last poem of your first wife.
! French lady present was asked her
opinion of the experiment.
''Ze tour of Babble, - she replied with
a shrug Of the shoulder.
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When will an apostle of taste arise and
preach in the wilderness peop!ed with
blue stockings, telling them how TO
dress? Here is q mission for some wo-
man Of brains. It is an incontrovertible
tact that writing for money or glory too
often carries with it letters patent to
dress outrageouslY. Take q room filed
with she scribblers and give them a
sharp scrutiny. Did you ever see a worse
looking lot of frumps, unless it is a CROW
Of Delsarte disciples? l think possibly
the latter are shade the worse. The
literary sisters generally go in for origin
atty, and turn out absurdity and eccen-
triCity combined. There is one young
writer in town whose fearful and won
1erful gowns are the laughing stock of
everybody VINO knows her. The poor
girl thinks she is picturesque and so
wears the most startling and abominable
Of costumes. When she first came she
wore ring on her first finger. Some
0ne told her to call it in, but no one has
been kind enough to curb her decorative
in any other direction, and
low whene 'er she walks abroad she is q
sight for gods and men. Her fiaring !
hats and her low-cut gowns just beat all. |
# she would restrain her picturesque |
1roclivities and be content to dress as |
mortals, she wouldn't be half |
bad looking. As it is she is horror.
There is a fashion writer whose frocks !
and bonnets set your teeth on edge, and !
ls for certain poetess of passion who |
goes in for the aesthetic, you simply wish |
rou were man for about five minutes
hat you might rail profanely at her ex-
'crable raiment. In all the various New
York literary eliques the tastefully and
correctly dressed writer is an anomaly
At the Woman IS Press club reception,
he other night, how many well dressed
women did we see? We could count
hem On the fingers OF one hand. Think
# Mrs. Bryan, who is the best paid wo-
nan editor in town, wearing guy of
,oYn and hat