Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1892-01-08
HAPPY HAMLET.
Some Delayed Wishes. A Beautiful Gown
Described. Something About Incon.
stancy. Extract From Guy
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HAPPY HAMLET.

cause OF that lazy old lout, who had moth
Ing else to do but pilier my letter my
Christmas letter, so full Of loving wish
es for all. | had taken the greatest
pleasure in shaping the epistle and mail
ed itmyself and gave the post master my .
sweetest glance, when he blurred the /
real name of Happy Hamlet. Where
did it go? Who did the plfering? What |
WAS the wiser. wonder? Oh, could
but reach his NIL too solid flesh But
I've an idea. will take back stitch,
using double thread this time and will
sew into the New Year the wishes
made while the Old Year was dying
Let's see-tirst. Tor certain handsome
widover, domiciled in a certain quaint
cottage on Main, wished wish that
would bring blossomng creature into
| his home, il for no other reason than TO
sun aud air his elegant dressing gowns
/ that came from the four corners OF the
I compass shortly aftera date-now a lit
tie distant. II is really funny about
/ the dressing gowns. Notwithstanding
/ lac emu merates them on his fingers, he
is seen OF evenings behind his newspa
per in a ragged old smoking jacket, now
aud then poking his lonely fire. pressing
/ the tobacco deeper into his pipe and
making upon the wall most doleful sill
/ hOuette. never did have much sym
pathy for widowers aud yet for this one
/ | have wished wife. For the preacher
"A new mask. Some one told me not
long ago that n certain pastor was seen
/ riding on 4 dark night with a woman,
and that he kissed her. couldn't help
wondering at the prying power OF the
GA lockers eye, TO see all that on
moonless night, but il was explained
/ for the preacher loved the woman and
afterwards married her, and the halo;
about his head lighted the kiss. But
have wandered from the wishes. What
have here Tor the bride? \ long,
sweet dream that is free from cradles.
For the editor, few correspondents,
whose craniums at least show the place
where the brain is forming, and for the
rest OF you freedom from grip.
o
BY the way, Old santa Claus came in
TO my boudoir on Nmas eve, shoulder
ing the engraving for which | limited.
Now, who could have sent it? The
writing was so like my old sweetheart's
Could he have remembered all these
years -remembered me-even my voice
"Ah, what can time do against great
love? Make its bands stronger its pow.
ers purcr' Nothing else ~
o
The idea has gotten adriit some way
tia, | am an old maid, and all be
cause ! am retiring, romantic, and be-
cause | sometimes sit in the frelight
and sing Robin Adair. What a mourn.
iul memory the old melody brought
back to me the evening OF Mrs Reds
entertainment. Well, II am an old
maid, AIN none OF your scrawny,
shrivelled-up specimens What is tina,
old saying about lat, fair and forty? ~
NV neighbor has received q new gown
from Louisville. 1t is a siver-grsv Bed
ford cord, beautifully severe, rs is eve
rything ylish nowadays, and it fasten'
diagonelly across the back. Where the
buttons end blt OF drspery is held in
! place 10y pearl buckle, from this bel
: skirt descends that dips. The V front
at the throat, is filled with white crepe
} A white hat came with the package. Ar,
; you not glad they are again being worn
Nothing is 50 becoming to a fresh com
, plexion. A great, fluffy feather, al
! white, against ringlets, all dark, make,
a charming contrast. Wells are worn
well down, below the throat, and are in
, every conceivable design. The prettes
are speckled with silver and gold
, Aunt Dorcas is curious old darkey
but she PHILOSOPHERS sometimes. We
81 were both little gossipy that mornin.
/, while mixing the fruit cake. She wa
p telling me about Mrs. y. being so sting,
I "a thing that abominate, although
}. admire economy And |, in turn, tot,
{ her about Mrs. NJ. She it is who count
every lump OF coal that is burned, an,
saves every grain OF salt that is brushe,
a into the crumb tray and dries the suga
Il that settles in the tea cups for a secon,
/. using. Good Gawd," said Aunt Dor
l. cas-, dat oman i'll cunjure old Ssta
IL hisse'i to save de birthstone him was
I ties 80
l. There is a sweet child across the way
,e who is blessed with originality Tn
.e other morning the little darling cam
a forward with rent in her sleeve an
J. primping her sweet mouth said, MAN
il ma, Use broke my d'ess The sam
z. night pain crept into her crtlle an
she astonishpd us bv announci. - this