The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-04-20

they liked, for people were waiting for them
to go. Home they came, goodnight was said
on the doorstep, madame went to bed and slept
the sleep that comes to the unjust, for the just
seem to get precious little of it.
Act Third showed a merry-faced man, the
traitor who was supposed to be in Boston; with
him a dashing young woman in cloth suit,
with q shirt front, monocle in her eye, a stiff
sailor hat cooked on her very-much-dyed hair,
and something more than a suspicion of rouge
under her eyes. Seated at the table, she began
to talk in the manner usual to such highly edu
Gated ladies, when suddenly she espied something
glittering on the floor. She stopped down,
picked it up, looked at it, and said, 'Hallo,
do you catch on to the heart ~ Reaching out
his hand for it, her admirer took it, looked at
one side in a quick way, and turned over the
other and read the inscription, "With TOMS
Love" His face underwent as many changes
as does kaleidoscope. How did that heart
come there? He couldn't go home and find
out, for he was supposed to be in Boston; 1t
would take two days to settle it, and then he
would face that wicked woman and charge her
with her perfdy.
Act Fourth. Two days after he came home
he met his wife as if she were an escaped con-
vict, and he q pillar of virtue. He produced
the heart and said, "Where did you lose this?
in tone that made her fox-terrier begin to
whine. She said, ''But, my DEAR haven't lost
it, and putting her hand on her throat she
drew up the chain, showed a little heart just
like it, with the self-same inscription on the
back
Scene-Iniured Innocence. But quickly came
the inquiry from the Innocent "Where did you
find it ?" 1t is unnecessary to say that the mas
culne Imagination was sufficient to make up
some story about picking 1t up in the street-car
and thinking how careless she had been, but
the masculine insight into the feminine heart
was also sufficient to make him know that from
that day on he was suspected man.
Was it her heart Certainly, but she hadn't
read the ''Three Mousquetaires" for nothing,
and within twelve hours after that heart was
lost she had duplicate of it with the proper
inscription on the back, and was prepared to
meet her lord and master and calmly lie, as only
woman can.
This is the story of two hearts, not with a
single thought, but involved in one adventure.
And the moral? There doesn't seem to be any
particular moral in it, except the advisability of
having your wits about you, and the reading of
Dumas
GIRLS AS CLEVER PosERs.
fore, and as fashionable drawing-rooms are fur
nished with view of aiding her in her artistic
desires she is happy. You see tall, slender girl
in some sort of soft frock draped in Greek
fashion, with fllets of gold about her hair stand
ing in one corner of the room under a tall palm
tree. You think what good background she
has and how lovely the entire effect is, and if
you are man you believe it is an accident. If
mi ri Dcr
glance, and say to your chum, ''She has her
pose" You see a tailor-made girl, who is call
ing, with her hands clasped behind her, standing
up in very erect way against the side of man
tel-shelf, and it all seems to harmonize-the nat
| ural wood, the straight lines of her figure, the
| somewhat decided way in which she is speaking,
the polish on her patent-leather shoes and on her
| smoothly braided hair she has succeeded, she is
| posed there There's another girl who has come
in in a lingering, dawdling sort of a way, envel-
| oped in long, soft, full cloak, and with pic
| ture hat laden with plumes crowning a mass of
fluffy, disorderly hair and after she has said her
good-afternoon to the hostess she half sits hall
reclines against pile of cushions; one of hel
adorers brings footstool to her, and her small
foot, in its Louis Quinze shoe, shows to best ad
| vantage, and she drawls as she talks. She's go
her pose. It's the semi-laZy, semi-serpentine eff
feet of woman who looks awkward in a tailo
suit, whose angles are too many for her to pos
against a palm-tree, but who is filled in anC
rounded by her full draperies and her soft, many
colored backgrounds. They do studyit out, ant
there is no reason why one should dislike it. l
a woman looks the better for being well pose
society is the gamer rather than the loser by il
THINGS BEST NOT TO DISLIKE.
1t isn't wise, you know, to have strong like
and disilles, especially when they are only d
rected against weaknesses. Life is too short, m
friend, for you to hate so emphatically so man
things. If you are a woman it will affect you
skin and make wrinkles come about your moutl
If you are man it will affect your digestion.
Don't dislike the woman who is prettil
gowned; she is not of necessity fool.
Don't dislike the book that is interesting; it
, not bound to be trash.
Don't dislike the music that is catching; 1t hi
a much greater mission than any of Wagner
, operas.
Don't dislike the woman who changes hC
, mind-be thankful that she knows when she HI
, made a mistake.
: Don't dislike men who dress we'll and are GOO
hammered; it's just possible they are gentleme
{ Don't dislike children; remember somebo(
! had to bear with you once.
l Don't dislike women who have to earn the
t own living; there's not single one of them wi
wouldn't rather have man doing it for her.
r. Don't dislike this world and find it unintereE
ing and tiresome; you may have to 90 to o.
where things will be more intense and more d
tracting perhaps, but even less to be liked.