St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-07-26

the way it is all managed is so deuced
inconsistent. don't you know? Tell you
my experience? L was calling on a
young lady-nOt so awfully young,
either-One night. when friend of both
came in, and invited us informally to
spend the following evening with her.
| offered myself as escort TO the
young lady and my offer was accepted,
but imagine my state of mind when
maid appeared in cap and coat to take
the girl to the friends home. L mildly
suggested that l would escort her and
she Sweetly acquiesced, but all the
same that vinegar-faced mental followed
on. And so we walked through the
clear twilight of an early June evening
with the maid about three steps in the
rear, through the quiet streets of the
little city where she lived to her friends
house, about three blocks distance.
A siX-year-old girl could have gone
alone over the same journey with no
fear of harm. However, that wasn't the
worst of it. for when we started for
home and l offered her my company she
very decidedly declined on the ground
that Mamma had sent some one for
her." and walked off with the blacklist,
biggest negro out of the cotton fields.
Well, now, if a decent white man, in
good, regular standing in society, and
neither a cut-throat nor rascal, isn't
about as good an escort for girl as
black butler, then we might as we'll all
black our faces and get on the buttons.
"Well, [ married that girl just to get
rid of that Internal maid, and have a
chance to say a word without the whole
family and family servants listening,
and the other day her younger sister,
who is here OH a visit, wanted to 90
down town for book she wished to
read. She could not go, of course, my
wife insisted, without a chaperOn, and
as the maid was out the girl sat down
and pouted. But just then Mrs. Blank
came whiZZing in here like SkyrOcket
on bender, with the lOudest little boil
net and French gown so striking that
queen of the demi monde wouldn't be
seen III 1t.
'.She is the daringest, naughtiest lit
tie flirt on this continent, and. while
she is in no sense disreputable WOm-
an, wouldn't allow young sister of
mine to go across the street with her.
But she promised to take Dorothy down
to the shop and chaperOne her home
again, so the poor girl was allowed to
buy her book. | looked at the book
when she brought it back, and, by
Jove, Pm no candidate for halo, put
that book would leave pretty bad
taste in my mouth. asked her. just
out of curiosity. if her stately mother
allowed her to feed her youthful mind
on such literary pate de foie gras, and
she said: oh, mamma never forbidS
my reading any book | like, and L just
dote on French novels {
1T occurred to me that girl who
read such books might, perhaps need a
chaperon to walk down town with more
than the sweet, purely American type
would to travel to San Francisco. Or
course I'm not interfering in my wife's
family matters, but if there should ever
be daughter in this family so lacking
in good breeding and good sense and
good American Independence that she
! couldn't walk down Broadway any time
! in the day from Harlem to the city hall
without chaperon and not De insulted
| by look or word by any corner loafer, l
| should put her in the asylum for idiots
before | would insult the chivalrous
American man by sending a chaperon
/ fOr her nrOtpctiOn