St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-08

water, to see if | couldn't put down the
rebellious biliousneSs Of my skin and
put on a silver-gray gown. L went TO
see the bathing mistress in the Hoffman
house, who used to steam and knead
the jersey Lily, and who did several
hundred dollars worth of grooming for
the beautiful Duchess of Marlborough.
She told me that fought to get
packed" 49,
"Where TOP" | asked.
Good looksl You can come here for a
night, or l will go to Jour house and
give you pack that will make your
hair curl"
| gave her my card and made arrange
mentS to be ready for her two days
later.
Her parting command was: ''Take
five-meal fast to rest your system, and
you will be the color of lily when l
get through with you" She did not say
what color or what kind of lily at the
time, bat have since learned that the
model she had i'll mind was the tiger
lily. .--
Thoroughly Empty.
! took the fast, and the day she ar
rived [ was as hollow as a pipe-stem,
and the weakness of the traditional cat
was lluSCuldl flSOl COlli poLSO w WV
general goneneSS of my interior. A
small mountain of comfortables and
blankets was collected, my bed was
stripped, and covered first with rubber
and then pongee sheet. Over this was
laid a wet sheet wrung out OF boiling
water in which | was folded up like a
prehistoric mummy.
The sensation was little smart al
first. and | had a lurking fear that the
original hue of whiteness' was being
Scorched from my spinal column. Sat
isfed of my mistake, relapSed into a
state of passIvity, and the mistress of
the bath transferred the mountain Of
blankets from the door to my bed.
Then she put cool wet napkin on my
head. and there lay with the weight
OF Atlas on my already caved-in
anatomy, and every pore in my body
streaming like a country pump.
tried to think | was having fun, for it
was a day off, and it has always been my
motto to make my own sunshine.
Getting "a Beautiful Color"
Do what l would with my thoughts, 1
felt the blood pumping into my brain
and making violent and forcible efforts
to escape. The stately mistress of the
f1eSh-bruSh made me keep still, changed
the cold cloths on my head, Slipped NOR
sells of crushsd ice down my throat and
encouraged me by frequent reiterationS
that was doing well and would have
beautiful color. l stayed in the pack
three hours and perspired until |
thought there was nothing left of me
but the last breath. Then | dropped
off of something don't know exactly
what-and when | was about to get
Ofh n lot
of shol t-waisted early Empire girls and
small, dimpIed boys IN feather trim
mingS, floating about in atmospheric
nonchalance, [ was rudely shaken and
told to open nv mouth. That ended the
pack. was doSed with French brandy,
rubbed with alcohol, polished off with
a pair of bath mittS that had the grain
of radish graters and put to bed again
between warm sheets.
First Food for Fifty Hours.
The packer gave me a cupof bouiIlon,
a chop, roll and glass of claret, and
stayed with me until finished the first
morsel of food | had tasted in fifty
hours. Bidding me keep quiet and stay
in bed day or two, she relieved me of
five-dOllar bill had been saving for a
crimson paraSOl and went off. When |
lOOK6u Ill Il6 HISS SAW I6uecGlOu
that beggared the horror portrayed by
the impersonators of Violetta and
Camille in their last scenes. | was a
sort of OX-heart red with a nothing of
yellow fever and black plague patches
done IN the fashion that Limoges vases
are under-glazed. My eyes were on
fire, the lining of my lids was white and
green, my nostrils were pinched and
my lips ShrlYeled and were onion-blue
in tint.
Briefly, was horror. l looked like
a resurrection. Mentally | was as idiotic
as the ushers in the Bible wedding. But
I had been packed" and there is some
satisfaction to a crack-brain to know
that she has one less fad in the gamut
of fooldom to investigate. | have given
up the ideal of gray frock and buckled
down to diet of rare roast beef, boiled
onions. rice pudding and vegetable
soup. for until | recover some of my
lost flesh | have no use for anything but
Spanish scarf and an ulster.
Packing a Dozen at Once.
But will you believe me when tell
you that these packs are taken regularly
by the fashionably progressive women
of New York every day in the week?
It's fact. The opinion prevails that
they are good for the complexion. The
fast rests the digestive organs and in the
steaming sheets perspiration is in
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