Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-03-05

wherever he went; one held talipot- leaf over him in his walks; another car ried his stick of office, and third beat of the mosquitoes with switch. At present he was unattended, save by half-naked peon who famed him with a punk6h.
 He was clad in barbaric pomp, yet reeked in filth, and swelled with i'm portance in bal1oon-shaped kandyan hat, flowing robe and loose jacket and the usual muslin scarf As the strangers entered, the korale sprang from his hammock, with an agility be- yond his years, and began to sa1aam in tue most approved Cingalese style: but Campignon, who had made his acquaint- ance in his trading trips up the Quagla, in few stern words put stop to his cRpering ceremony.
 GIRLS IN KNICKERBoCKERS Fair Femininity Insists on Sometimes
 Wearing Its Brothers Clothes.
 Ever since Eve put women into sub jection and petticoats they have been kicking Some of their kicks the world has heard of, such as Miss Joan of Arc, who insisted on being MT. Joan of Arc and wearing the trousers, which women think are the materialized form of a mans privileges Several of these cases the world knows of and others it sus- poets. It knows very we1l-though, of course, it doesn't introduce the subject when drinking a cup of tea with fair one-that girls often dress in their brothers clothes. In the nineteenth century to dress in ones brothers clothes is to be a dress re- former, and where Maiden Auntie used to ''pooh-pooh'' and blush in her ex4 handkerchief, she now seeks the privacy of her maiden apartments and revels in the freedom of-she calls them knickerbockers Eva is Eve nineteenth centuryfed, is up to date, and has all the modern inn provements. She, of course, added the wearing of trousers to the repertoire of her fads, and when called the other morning she told me all about it. "His mistress was in,'' said the laclxey, with smile made up of the recollection of past tips and the anticipation of tips to come.
 My dear" said Eva, rushing up un- til the scent of the white lilac upon me mingled with that of the violet upon her, II was just thinking about you (Eva has such an orderly way of think ing) and want to tell you something. How do you like my dress2"
 Eva was gowned very becomingly. She knew the trick-just learned by us women the other day-of expending all the dressmaker's art upon the skirt and letting the bodice take care of itself. The lines of beauty below the waist re- vealed themselves equally in action or repose. and Eva was just such a senti- ent being as the correct costumer loves to turn out. An edge of fur round the skirt rested bewitchingly on the top of her tiny shoes, that peeped out and out, not unlike the mice the poet talked about. A dainty pink silk blouse waist, that low fell at the throat, though slightly bound in by linen collar, com pleted the toilet. Linen cuffs stood out from the wrist. and showed a warm, rounded arm. Eva had lost her hair, by love or fever, and it had come in with every hair having a ''contrary" opinion of it's own.
 Now" said this charming young damsel, ''rest you, my love, and drink B cup of chocolate; I'll be with you in a minute.''
 ''Halloow cried I. in astonishment, a moment after, Where did Eva get the new buttons? And bless me, he's pretty enough to fall in love with" The new buttons was crossing the drawing~room. Such buttons! Such a boyl "What a card for Eva; all her girl friends will die to visit her often, and how that boy will be made love to-" thought, as he came nearer. He was arrayed in the richest of coffee- brown plush knickerbockers, embroid- cred up the sides with bright-colored silks. and finished at the knees with bows of ribbons. Brown silk stockings continued from there down, and were finished with daintily made shoes that some how looked 8 bit effeminate. Travelling up again there was an ex- ceedingly girlish waist of plush silk, finished with white linen cuffs and col. lars, and a brown velvet toque crown. ing mass of-shades ot our grand- mothers, it was Eva's self
 "Now, my dear," said Eva, sitting down and crossing her knees, as though she had done so from time immemorial, don't get hysterical. You see, dear est. always liked boys clothes, and I came to the conclusion some time ago that there was no reason why shouldn't enjoy myself by myself in the way myself most enjoyed. If the Lord had intended us to be dressed in one piece, as we have been erroneously ever since the creation, He wouldn't have made us in two pieces don't you see-I read, loaf, receive my girl friends, live in the bosom of my family, in all the glorious freedom of kniclSer- lockers; and. when somebody comes in whom don't know eor whom don't trust, that skirt you saw is put on in an instant, and am once more 'cabined, cribbed, confined, b 1und in.' "
 But, Eva" said I, weakly, "what about your lover?'' Good gracious, !" she screamed. ''there is Harry Let me get out of here before he sees me; I wouldn't, oh, I wouldn't for worlds that he should know about this" And