The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-18
ATExAs GIRL IN NEW YORK.

He says be just despises TO go back to
Texas and leave the whole of New York for
me to have fun out of.
He and l we're standing at the bow Of an
East river ferry boat the other day when
yetw
Eyes, have your
20, yes, of course. But how did you like
it, and how did they like youg"
well, lets hear your yarn first; then I'll
see about telling mine.n
II don't mind at all, - l replied. SCI like
it immensely. It came about this way:
They think me so wild and western at the
house, so divertingly bronco and unbroke,
you know, that they like to take me around
and try things on me. Ny fresh, unbiased
comments, my capacity TO be tickled, or
IN Owed, or angry, are perennial joy to
them.
$50 Mrs. Cameo said we would 90 to a
Turkish bath, and she would willingly pay
the entire expenses of the entertainment,
including all possible breakages, damaging
or defacing of attendants, etc. l was in
mortal terror; but l am enough of a woman
still to always take anything in the world
That some one else will pay for-no matter
now painful or deleterious; so we went, l
leaving the following explanation stuck up
on my door, addressed to a party
who had said she might come around
TO convey me out to a 'conversazzvowni a
meeting of oculiSts you know those people
who try to 'poss the impossible and scrute
the insorutable1 a sort of gloomy and
depressing psychical research show, which
makes you dizzy and confused, and discour-
aged for a week afterward
I'm off for a Turkish bath, o Lordl
I'm shaking right now in my shoes!
Some demon impelled me to say I would 60;
And now it's too late to refuse.
shall catch 1t as bad as would at your show:
So my absence trust you'll excuse
I know that, before 1 am through with it,
friend,
My hair will run cold my blood stand on end,
The skies roll together, east. west, north and
south,
And my right hand will cleave to the roof of
my mouth
81 made up my mind to one thing-Mrs.
Cameo should get very small returns from
her investment. II there was no entertain
ment provided by any one but me- the
whole affair should be as decorously solemn
not to say dismal, as the meeting of the
soul-hunters and spiritual vivisectionists
across town.
"They might blow me about in winds,
roast me in sulphur, wash me In steep-down
CULTS Of liquid fire. or plunge me in seas of
boreal Brightness, no expression of surprise
or exclamation of agony should escape me-
$50, when, after undressing, each TO his
communicative CELL and draping our
respective sheets around us, we stepped
into the hot room, where slithering, siz-
zling, simeon of the Sahara swooped down
on us, sending US back Imply into my CON-
panion's arms. l jerked myself together,
and to her staggering what's the matter
rejoined stiffiy that I'd like to have her keep
off the tail of my sheet
There was row of wooden chairs along
the sides Of the narrow room; and upon two
| of them we were placed, all trussed up. and
left to cook. The attendant brought us,
| from time to time, ice water in glasses so hot
| they .scorched our lips. If | had been dis
| posed to skulk or dodge fate l could have
| refused this water, and escaped all further
| suffering and apprehension by a simple and
rapid process of evaporation, or rather
| liquifcation. But 1 gravely drank every
| drop; the perspiration ran off the end of my
nose in seething torrent. 1t ran off Mrs.
| Canoes nose, too. She asked abruptly:
| tits awfully hot in Texas, isn't it?
| go. no. said /, 1 never experienced heat
anywhere
"'Here, you've had enough. we'll go now, :,
she said presently.
OF you want to go. wen CO. replied.
| but l wouldn't hurry. It's expensive, you
know, takes good deal of time and fuss
ing, and we ought to put it through in good
| shape
"She turned her super,heated counte-
| nance upon my boiled lobster visage one
moment. then rang the bell, and our at
tendants conducted us to our separate rub
bling rooms. As we trailed out one door, a
| new party filed in at another. It was
headed by very fleshy foreign lady. She
was clad in the conventional sheet,
which more expressed than hid her Fall
staff1an proportions; and when the blight
| ing breath of that room smote upon her,
she exclaimed wildly, 'Ah, my Godl can
not bear it, mep and clutching at the
empty air. fell back heavily on the atten-
| dant, who went down onto the bare floor.
And we went snickering out, leaving them
| picking themselves up, and prying up the
| gasping, feshy, foreign lady.
| I'VE were rubbed, and thumped, and
secured, and sprayed off with hose, then
showered. l heard one little ow-ooh from
Mrs. Canoes room when the cooler water
| of the spray struck her and sharp kee-
zee! as she passed under the shower, and
felt what joy it is to see the engineer thus
| hoist by his own petard.
| Then, when all these processes, 80 mimi
| cal to personal dignity and so beneficial to
| the cuticle, were completed, we were again
| invested with our sheets, and went back to
our little dressing rooms, TO be patted and
| soothed, laved in delicate scents and soft
ungents, then tucked up and left to drowsy
bliss. 1 was just cutting loose from these
| shores to drift out upon the quiet unknown,
when AN attendant pulled aside the curtain
across from mine, and touched the occu-
pant gently A white arm went drowsily
up, pair of big, black eyes looked out re-
proachfully: %, no, Mary. not yet,' she
said.
II walked up presently in a state of per-
feet beatitude. What made me so light and
free, wondered. | felt, without meaning
to be sacrilegious, as though had shed all
my sins and slipped my dead weights Of
doubt, uncertainty and bitter experience
| forgave my friends and loved my enc
mics. Irose up and clothed myself, still in
this lofty frame of mind, gave my soft
handed attendant all the small change l
had, with gentlemauly air which is my
latest requirement, wondering inwardly
that benefcent ministering spirit should
accept earthly dross; the street door opened
and closed upon us-and l was with the
world that mocks again"
"H-m-mm," said Jim. "That sounds
mighty pretty-you always was a good
deal on the pretty. Goes sort of like book
a girl sent me from st. Louis astral bodies,
soul communion and such stuff.
'Now mine amt like that. No, by
GEORGE It's more like an off, and on
scrapping match, or a cow town after the
roundup. I'd been told a lot about the
| th;nr. ~ kbouoht ID 90 and try one. and