The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-04-08

musician. Now, l love 10 listen to an old
ballad sweetly sung. do not care for the
opera, even with Adelina Patti in it. I
would much rather hear a good hand
organ doing the popular airs of the day.
She also told me l would marry very late
in life a very rich man, who would die
and leave me a large fortune; and am
going to spend my time in future looking
for him. don't see why he should wait
until l am so very old, and if he
is anywhere in reach OF this letter
can assure him that am much
more desirable now, before the bloom of
time has aggravated me too much, than L
will be when | am very aged. She also
told me that L reasoned myself out of a
.reat deal OF good luck. l have never
bought that either women or monkeys
had reasoning powers, consequently this
was difficult to believe; but still one does
ct great deal of information from a fort-
ne-teller, and far be it from me to ap-
ear to jest at a profession which makes
one sort of living for such a number of
women; but l should like TO know, and
ask this with all respect, what fortune
telling has to do with wax flowers? Thew
are invariably present In the room, and
they seem rs entirely TO belong TO it as
does the dignifed and impressive manner
of the woman who. for your silver, conde-
sends to look into your future. It's
larky world, my friend, a very larky
world.
Is there a female Anthony Comstock
who will arise and protest against the use
patchouly and musk? Ii there isn't, is
lere a male one? Or, indeed, as long as
u ends the thing, don't care whether he
is male or female. or even sexless. Why
q rnf in ~ y To faa
called smells? Why is man who has a
very healthy taste for eGu dc cologne, and
who abominates everything else forced to
surier from these oppressive scents? Why
should a whole stage-load of people have
to endure them and become victims of
some atrociOusly dressed woman who con-
tides to the woman with her that she uses
pints of musk every week, pouring il on
her undertaking until every part is thor
oughly Impregnated with il? CarbOlic
eci1 would be delightful beside il; benzine
or varnish are heavenly compared with
snch suilocatlng stuff.
like a good perfume, and a little on
ones handkerchief or few sachets among
ones lingerie is all right; but the abuse of
a good thing is a blunder, n blunder is a
crime, and the proper place for criminals
is the penitentiarv. Hard-hearted? Not
a bit OF it. Ask your husband or your
brother how he likes this vile stuff in the
street cars, or the hotel corridors, or
wherever ne may chance TO meet the
woman who is bad form enough 10 use il.
He would prefer that such a woman
should be drowned in a cask the extract
she is fool enough to adore, her head held
down until she choked. and then over her
grave should be written: Here lies
fool drowned in her own folly"
The season has now arrived when the
woman who is not a fool takes sulphur
and molasses. She wishes physically and
mentally to be in a good condition she
wants to have a perfectly constructed di-
gestion, that something that is better than
a heart. Hearts have a nasty little way of
being incurably hurt, and digestions can
generally be mended either by sulphur
and molasses or by a good doctor. Sui
phur and molasses and a flannel wash
cloth will do more to keep the complexion
OF the average woman in good order than
anything else. BY the by, she doesn't
wash her face with the sulphur and mo-
lasses she takes it internally and then she
uses the wash-cloth well soaped TO keep
her face clean. A clean face is a Joy for
ever. 1t is pretty apt TO be associated with
cheerfulness and il convinces mankind at
largo that everything in life is not stale,
fiat and Improbable, nor Is everything
painted red and white in streaks like
BARRIERS pole, or in spots like calico pat
tern.
There are a good many joys in this
world.
A man who knows how 10 be a perfect
comrade, and not yet make love to her is
a JOY.
a woman who can be friend and yet
not expect a man to cater to her vanities,
Is JOY.
thoroughly good detective story, that
is possible, and written in good English or
readable French, is JOY.
\ great big bunch Of spring flowers,
bright Of hue and sweet OF perfume, is a
JOY.
A dainty dinner with somebody you
like very much lisa JOY.
A box of sweets, q pleasant letter, or a
new magazine, each is JOY.
A dear baby, an aHectionate dog, and
chirpy little bird, each is JOY.
A sunshiny day when the air seems
clear and good, is one OF Gods own JOYS.
And can't you be little gallant and say
that another Joy is BAB2