Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-10-06
LITTLE CALoMEL CURED HER.
She Was Follower of the Divine Marie,
but Did Not Follow Far.


There is no more positive proof OF bill
iousness than the possession of a NOR
bid temperament, and such was Marie
Barkirtseff'S beyond doubt. Bilious
ness should never be mistaken for
genius. Small doses of calomel, taken
under a physicians directions, at in
tervals of six months or so, would have
tendency to reduce the number Of
volumes that get into print descriptive,
to thoroughly healthy constitutions, of
diseased livers rather than character
istic revelations of the cvolutionS Of
genius.
The Washington girl from whose
diary the Post gives the following eX-
tracts has, happily, called in a phySi-
clan, and is now so entirely recovered
from her once demoralizcd condition,
that only very brief specimen can be
produced, for which, no doubt, the
reader will give thanks. 1t is as fol-
lows:
September 81 awakened this morn
ing with a frightfu burning sensation
in my throat, when ! looked at myself
in the glass, oh, God. ! found tiny red
spot on my cheek-can it be? Oh. Lord.
mcrcifully exercise thy wisdom in keep
ing my face clear of bumps. In thy
tender mercy preserve my skin from all
blemiShes.
| heard ks name called suddenly
this morning. | felt myself turning a
greeniSh, pnkiSh hue, am so afraid |
shall allow myself to think Of him as
the future source Of revenue to whom,
to which. mean, will turn when my
Easter bonnet bill is due.
All. shall ! ever have for my very own
handsome high-collared dude? God
grant | may, and that he will more no.
/ ticeably than other men catch up his
trousers when he seats himself in a
street ear. Oh Lord. thy will is great,
ordan that may at last find king
among dudes upon whose eXquiSitcly
Chinese laundried shirt front in winter
| may rest my weary head, and merci-
/ fully grant that i'm summer he may have
several of those silk shirts upon which
ordain. oh, Lord. | may in perfect right
and safety repOSe. Hear my prayer.
"Listen to my tale of woe.'
| let down my hair last night and re-
manned many minutes before the glass,
spellbound by its great shiny rippleS of
golden beauty. What is the use of my
/ living? 1t has been said red haired
women can do as they please with the
universe, and yet with all my delicate
scarlet hair j does not love me.
/ God grant may die.
Yesterday dressed myself and went
on + street. | wore a black toilet, and
my crimson hair doomed mp against its
blackncSS. producing a regular search
light Oh a thunder and lightning night
on the Potomac effect Some laborerS
turned and looked at me as passed,
land one said TO the other, "White
horse came home burning with
rage. broke an old beer bottle in the
cellar and cried for hours afterwards.
/ Col. Il is here. | trcmble for fear
/ may meet him in the park. How
could / ever have allowed him to mail
my letter for me? ] hate myself now
when think of il.
spent an hour this morning ut the
glass. | was so sweet and cute. and !
have not looked at myself in so long.
/ One can't notice ones self when one is
watching a cook to prevent her stealing
soap.
The place on my check is no better
oh. Lord. hear my prayer Grant me
my hopes. May | become daily more
beautiful: may make Sarah Jane more
/ Jealous.