The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-07-12


when romance is in ones boues, when one
wants to read romantic novel, swing in
hammock under shady tree, think that one
is just commencing life again, that one is 16,
and that the gallant, gay cavalier will soon rise
up to claim his own true love. These days of
romance when the sunshine is bright and the
flowers are blooming, when every daisy is
nodding It's show do you do,'' when every
black-eyed Susan is tossing its head in
coquettish sort of fashion, as much as to say
all mankind loves dark eyes, when the sweet
Williams are at their best and tallest and
most perfumy, and look at you straight in the
face as IL they were saying 81 am the typical
lover; am the Romeo come to look for his
Julietn-why a woman would have ink, ice
water, or shoe polish in her veins, instead of
blood, if she didn't fall in love with some
thing. She may be 60, and she may be 16.
She may fall in love with book, play,
baby, boy, or man, but she certainly falls
in love with something. For my part, l am
thankful that there are the books and the
plays, not to mention the babies. They are
safe.
YOU CAN HAVE BEAUTIFUL TIME
crying your eyes out over love story, or
you can dream away an hour or two over
pictures of the men and women, as well as
the world in which they live. This is one
reason why like plays, to read, 1 mean
When the heroine says GAN Paris will mourn
for me because no other woman is so beau
tiful," see direct descendant of Vesuvius
dressed by Felix or Worth coming forward to
announce the fate of Paris, and l am not
obliged, as 1 am sometimes at the theatre,
to look at an awkward, ungainly woman, in
dowdy gown, proclaiming to the audience
her great beauty and chic. 1 can make all
the people in the play rs delightful as 1 want
them, and 1 can have the villain such cold
hearted, blood-curdling creature that the
chiIls creep up and down my back, and
abhor his wickedness with great intensity.
There is great, and, 1 was going to say,
unknown pleasure in reading plays. Good
plays, L mean. You make your own world
and put the people in it, after you have gained
few ideas from the author, and from that
time on they do their own talking.
THE BABY WITH THE BOTTLE.
Everybodyis is going on mission. It's either
to supply the people in the Jail with books or
newspapers, flowers or fruit, or else to make
homes in the country for people to go to and
have good time. These are all very good
missions, and sometimes l wish L was in JAIL
and could get some of the books and papers,
or else that l could be trotted off some place,
and made to have good time. But the mis-
SlOD lu llke 10 nave III Hauu, anu IN winch i
should like to occupy all the positions from
President to administrator of justice, is one In
the interest of babies. what's become of
mothers nowadays? And will you please tell
me why woman will permit little bit OF II
helpless thing to be taken out in perambu-
lator, covered with rug that is entirely too
heavy, and get the fresh air by having an i'm
pudent nurse race that perambulator around
as il she were training for next years.
Suburban? just suppose you were put In
WnYII6 I'M Ill oil oy,1 a
everything that would in anyway make His
Satanic Majesty arise9 When you nearly cry
your lungs out, just because you are thirsty,
you are not given nice cool drink, of water,
but you are expected to takesou milk through
long, black tube, that looks like gaspipe.
may be very old-fashioned in my ideas, but
| don't believe the Lord intended babies to
absorb their nourishment through bottle, or
else He would have made some special sort of
bottle for them, and not left the designing
OF one to the ingenuity of man.
NOTHING GOOD COMES FROM THE BOTTLE.
Down South it's funny to hear the excuses
that an old nanny will give about the baby
that is raised on the bottle. All weaknesses
of brain or heart are forgiven for that reason,
and, whoever the man or woman may be, he is
regarded as the victim of sort of original sin
or misfortune and one that was not his fault
remember once hearing very knowing old
nanny cay this when she was talking to lot
of her intimate friends about Young man
who had forged his fathers name, married
variety actress, spent most of his time In a
barroom, and was about as disreputable a per
son as can be imagined; "You see, honey, yeI
mustn't jedge too harshly OBJ de unfortunate
soul; he neber had de advantages oh de rest
OBJ de family, and lackin' de mainstay, what
can be respected from him? He were marked
from de day oh his birth as a creature liable to
sin and uncertainty. He were refrained from
de natural fountain OBJ youf, and were given
ober to dat beastliest OBJ drinkables, de bottle"
And all the colored ladies shook their heads
knowingly, and agreed with Nanny May that
"a chile which were raised on de bottle could
not be held accountable"
THE MOTHER AND HER CHILD.
don't suppose all the talking, or all the
missions In the wide world would ever make
mothers of women who are beasts, but they
might at least urge them to get somebody
to take care OF the babies who would look
after the poor little souls properly, and would
be polite enough to cater to such ordinary
weaknesses as hunger, thirst, and comfort.
saw woman carrying a baby the other day,
one OF those miserable limp-looking babies,
and she had it hanging over her arm, exactly
as ii IL We're some sort of fancy scarf. The
poor little head was wobbling, and all the
blood in its body looked as If 1t were trying
TO reach its brain But that woman coolly
stared at some religious books in shop win
dow and let the baby get along as best it
could. Usually, am polite woman but it
was only the pursuasion of my own parent
that kept me from expostulating with that
woman by means of the end of parasal; as
parent remarked. ttTt WOuldn't helm the