St. Paul daily globe., 1892-06-28

clare Virgil libels the sex. But it is
trre. and Lucy and Marion and jean
Dette, if they be wise will admit 1t. A
charming woman is like the sea. a
thousand little foibies ripple and foam
and change in never ending variety on
the surface. but the depths of her nature
are calm and unstirred by the ripples
above. Let every woman whom fadS
rule lay that fattering JUNCTION to her
soul. and be as faddy as she pleaseS.
The woman who is only one woman,
you know. is a bore. and the woman
without fads-well. she's altogether too
perfect. and perfection while emlnently
desirable in marble statue or salad
dressing makes a woman distinctly un-
comfortable to live with. She needs to
have a few faults you can hang your af-
fectiOns to. But that isn't at all what L
started to talk about.'1 began by deelar-
ing the sex tickle, because with every
waning moon dies an old fad, and with
every silver crescent a new one is born.
Just now it's massage. The fad is ex-
pensive and as yet is confined to the
fortunate daughters of the rich i'll con-
sequence. but of them a surprisingly
large number are given over to circum
venting Father Time with the aid OF the
clever mdSSeuSe.
The only masseuse in st. Paul is in
Minneapolis. That sounds wee bit
Irish, I'll admit, but it is true. Two
DAYS week she spends in st. Paul, and
from daylight till dark goes along from
house to house along the avenue as
busy as she can be. One day of each
week she looks after the satin skin of
the society women on the island at
White Bear. Everybody who can OBJ
tain her services is maSSaged into the
the highest kind of artistic perfection.
Skins like lily petals, cheeks like
peaches. foreheadS unscarred by
thoughts saber cut, and throats un-
marked by times Scythe now come at so
much an inch, like many another lux
ury.
Massage is new, ,and if you have never
felt the tender fingers OF professional
masseuSe, you may be interested in
knowing what she would do if you did
meet her. First, she would turn the
neck of your frock away from your
throat. Next. there would be brought
a great bowl, over which you would
bend devOutiy. your head and the bowl
wrapped in d heavy blanket. Then the
spout of a tea kettle is introduced
through a hole in the blanket, and into
the bowl is poured boiling water with
benZOin in it. For twenty long minutes
you inhale the rising steam, for the
water is replenished now and then, so
that it is kept as near boiling point as
possible. The steam nearly strangles
you at first. 1t seems as if you were in
haling fire. You squeal and wriggle,
but to no purpose. Twenty minutes is
the proper time to stay, and twenty
minutes you stay, though the heavens
fall
After this thorough steaming, which
leaves you dripping with perspiration,
your face is wiped with an old linen
handkerchief, and you are laid Oh
couch. The masseuSe, with dexterous
fingers, rubs almond cream into your
skin. She rubs your skin, and kneads
it, and pinches it and strokes it in way
impossible to describe. You feel as if
every single muscle were looSened and
pinched along Its whole length. Wrin-
kles are coaXed out of existence, and
rubbed in just the way they don't go.
When the operator is done with you,
your face-why, beet isn't circum-
stance to its color. Then she bids you
rest for an hour. AT the end of that
time your skin is soft and rosy