Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-29
ANOLDMAID'S DINNER
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EoOPyriSht. iSoo. by American Press AssociA-
Miss Domingo received many invitations
20 dine out on Thanksgiving She was
called an 'oid maid by persons whose
choice Of terms was not extra delicate She
owned to IS and looked 50. She lived alone
In a cozy fiat at the very top OF a large New
York apartment house and devoted herself
to decorative painting.
Theinvitations had arrived all in a bunch,
and she sat down one evening soon after to
answer them. Not one of them did she in
tend TO accept She smiled as she read
them. A vein of administration ran through
every one. They were from married friends.
Of course-women who affected to pity her
because she had no family to surround her
board on feast days
Really Miss Domingo did not look like n
pitiable creature as she sat there in a
dainty tea gown in her artistically fur
nished apartments And very significant
were the smiles that came and went on her
still handsome face Her thoughts ran
along somewhat like this:
Here's one from Annie, bless her mis-
guided hearti She feels sorry for me be
cause haven't had as much misery as she
has had, though she doesn't call it by that
name. think she calls it domestic bliss
'fireside happiness or some such mis-
CAG Has ave NAAANEClls IA uGsaAAls
no taste for housekeeping and no ability,
a husband who is always talking about
doing something great and never does any
thing to speak of. They are limited to
money, while the dirt, disorder and lack Of
discipline about their house are unlimited.
No, Annie, l must decline your invitation
to dine with you on Thanksgiving. But
your letter reminds me to be thankful that
destiny gave me no such fate AS yours.
Aud Tafa Is,y-.
No You have a fine house, well trained
servants, good locking and good husband,
| but You are so selfish and spoiled that you
can't behave yourself properly for the few
hours your guests remain You are sure
/ to find something to go into a rage over
even in their presence. Your skeleton is a
big one, with bad temper written all over
him, and you trot him out every time a
friend is under your roof, and heaven knows
how often when friends are not there.
am thankful that l have been disciplined
enough to appreciate what blessings have.
and that don't fly into RACES
| Louise, your invitation must also be
! refused Your skeleton is even more hid
eous than Helen's 1t has green eyes, and
/ its breath withers, Its name i jealousy.
/ cannot eat at your table and not be mis-
cradle, for l see your skcletOn-A skeleton
| of your own manufacture, tOO-brandish-
Ills It's "a NeSA AkEE et-A
| silent husband. l see that il makes his
| life hell. Its atmosphere affects your
children unpleasautly. 1t has killed the
love in your home. 1t has brought with ii
legions of evil spirits, and it will finally
destroy your soul No, Louise, cannot
give thanks at your board. The thought
of you and your skeleton is another re
minder that l am thankful l am what
am. \ lonely life may sometimes b. sad
but it is never wretched. l wish Won had
learned long ago that You can't hold hus
bands love by brandishing cudgel ovei
his head all the time.
Carrie. dear Carrie, cannot say Yes I,
your kind request any easier than TO tbs
others, although love You more. The At
mosphere of your home l cannot breathe
without suffering. You are carrying Il bur