Sacramento daily record-union., 1890-09-21

worst possible light-trodden a la Mazeppa
through the street of the village. And
this from Christian mothers Mission
aries, indeed! Ye mothers with daughters
growing into woman's estate-your Joy, your
hearts idol, like some fair white lily
bud, whose heart is yet untarnished by
scorching suns, or even the caressing dews
and perfumed zephyrs; as pure and as
lovely as one of Heavens white-robed
throng-exert alittle charity towards some
misguided, impulsive one, for as surely as
there is God above us your deeds will come
back in some form. You may live to see the
day when your cherished white lily hangs
brown and dropping and withered. She
may cause you much sorrow. The mind
you have trained SO carefully may elude
your grasp and stray into the blacklist
paths; the red lips may learn to utter bit
terest words to you, and the soft hands
may twine themselves among your heart
strings and tear them in wanton cruelty.
Lean down from your lofty social hight
and lend word of encouragement to
some woman who is battling with the in
Justice the world exercises against woman.
Bend down and look with charity towards
the failings of Others instead of critlcising
from your own narrow-minded standard
the shortcomings of some poor creature,
when in your own fashionable whirl the
air reeks with all that is vile This
world is not all of life, and your little
reign must cease. You cannot take your
throne with you, and you and she will be
judged at the same tribunal. Think you
then your bags of gold will influence that
Judge? l really believe you do.
mated that the thinking capacity of the
fair ones is exceeding small, inasmueh as
they find such royal entertainment over
dress and like matters. And verify,
sometimes to see half dozen heads bent
over a Delineator and discussing an absent
ones bonnet one would conclude that the
brain box was about as capacious as that of
a junebug. These threep ply conversations
buzz over the embroidering of improbable
blue lilies on green backgrounds and OBJ
iects of the animal and insect creation that
would battle most any naturalist. And
while papa's shekels are being wasted the
dissertations on the number of plaits in
somebody's polatina grows more and more
deep and edifying.
The other day, in the main street of a
little city, a little something occurred
which showed up woman's curiosity, that
much-gnawed bone of contention, in start
ling colors. A couple of charming Young
ladies, like two forms just out of the pages
of the Bazaar, passed along with genteel
and dignifed step. Swinging along from
an opposite direction came two squaws.
All the colors bestowed On the rainbow
were theirs, together with many more.
Red bandannas covered their greasy locks,
and their queer old rags futtered against
every passer-by. These couples passed
each other, and like flash the daughters
of the Four Hundred turned to inspect the
Indians in that same instant the children
of the forest wheeled around to take
good, square look at the trappings of the
white women, which goes little way to
prove that curiosity is curiosity, whether
bred IN the lap of luxury or in the campoo-
die.
A few days ago an Irishman entered a
newspaper Office where two young ladies
were setting type side by side. He stood
at little distance off and holding his
little stub of a clay pipe in his hand, gazed
with great interest. His hat ran up 10 a
point like Trinity steeple, the only
ornament being calico string. His coat
had forgotten its youth and was living in
its present. His gray flannel shirt was
decoLlette and very-dirte and was surmounted
by paper collar that had once been white,
but now was of a color like our friend
A. V. Hofman's complexion. The room
was quiet as death. All that ami.
mated the silence was the click of the
type in the stick and the cogs of Paddy's
train as they revolved rapidly. Presently
Ireland lifted up his voice and spake:
"Yez both bees sthill when yez warks,
wud thin little tin things. Doant yez
tauck noanY'
''Nope," said one as she leaned lazily
over and dropped the quads in "phat"
line with a mellow thumb.
Silence.
"Bedad, thin. Oh thenk owl gerruls ought
to wurruk in printin shops"
'Yes? What makes you think so,
Mr.. O'Finnigan?" said the other looking
up and calmly picking her teeth with a
non-terrible period
"Arrahl Thin, they cudent tauck owl
the blissed toimep'
HUH A. r. /.