St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-11-23

varied. A young lady working in a
laundry says:
"'Since early childhood, indeed, as
far back as can indistinctly remember
into the heyday of youth, when the
halcyon hours chased each other with
flying feet all among the buttercups.
my aspirations have been purely liter
airy. In fancy's dreams l have scared
into the realms of poesy. and awoke
therefrom only to find that instead of a
hey-day life was one eternal wash-day;
that was sedulOusly restrained from
pursuing the ambitious bent of my in
clination, and. in reality, not in 1t. This
is tantalizing in the extreme. i am sad
and distraught. Since mellow infancy
l have been
Sternly depressed.
"Others have become beautiful and
accomplished sweet girl graduates in
w hite tulle, blue sashes Nine. Calso-
mines face powder, while have been
compelled to carry my freckles into a
rea rSeat and chew gum. l ask you, sir,
are there no avenues of emancipation
open to our sex save marriage? is this
the last resort offered to American
maidenhoOd? A haSty matrimonial con-
tr act, perhaps mesalliance, followed
by lifetime of rum-Soaked incOmpata-
bility and cold victuals? If this be true,
if marriage is the dernier resorte, say,
let it come. pause for reply.
1.-THE significance of the note," said
Mr.. Bilson, exhibiting certain signs of
uneaSinesS. twill illustrate the delicate
nature of my connection with the ''Ad-
visory Annex of Helpful Hints and
lunches" To answer this Skillfully
worded appeal-for dOllar-might
bring a buShel of trouble about my ears,
and Pm not
Yearning for Trouble.
A young milliner girl wrote me last
week in a similar strain, and | chart
tably answered to the best of my abil-
ity, and gave her an assortment of the
best, all-wool advice | had On hand in
the Annex. / didn't keep copy of my
letter, as / wrote hurriedly, because
there was q man whom | owed waiting
round the corner for the dollar; but this
is what she says:
"'My Dear Mr.. Bilson: Previous to
receiving your tender offer of something
several degrees warmer than common
place friendship, had settled down in
Gllead. 1t seems, however, that there
is plenty of it, a kind of drug in the
market. Now that the ominous clouds
have rolled away as scroll saw, and l
stand in the ETHEREAL. rosy glare of
pure love, things look extremely differ
ent. The bird sings in my heart and l
walk on alr-treading by day the am
broSial atmosphere of new laid affec-
tiOns, and by night dreaming of you,
and painting fanciful pictures of YOUR
divine personality. For you must be
all my fancy has painted you, for none
other could have penned such charm
ing,
Impassfoned Letter
to poor girl whose only fortune is the
milliner's trade and a heart full of over
business on such short notice. At the
name of Bilson my heart bounds and
Frances like trick mule in circus.
And then, anon, sigh and sing alter
nately, while stitching the 50 ostrich
plumes On to a 81 hat. Take me, Mr..
Bilson. am yours forever
"'She adds a postscript to this letter.
continued Mr.. BilSon. to the effect that
she has shown my letter to a lawyer.
who tolo her she had dead cinch on
me if l undertook to play her false.
This, you see, is the one disagreeable
element in my annex business that
makes me shy about saying much in
my advisory letters. l can feed 'em
er, seal fisheries and the Mckinley bill,
but if l touch on anything else nearer
home | am lost. Yes, the annex bust
ness has its little drawbacks, but few
more such ground-wipes as this will
tend to make me cautious"
Then MIR. BilsOn gathered up his bits
of business correspondence and went
away to learn how to avoid saying any
thing tangible. DICK STEELE.