The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-03-05

forfeit. OF course we were Mortified and
expected her to annihllate him with a
glance. But she didn't, not a BIT of IL:
she lust lay back her head on his big
shoulder, shut her eyes with an air OK
ecstatic bliss and boldly pursed up her
lips for anotherl These OF US who had
strength enough left tainted; the rest
Just simply stopped existing. And now
we've all lost every particle OF faith we
ever had In that rare but once possible
creature-a girl who doesn't Ike kisses.
Then there's Jack. or course she isn't
really Jack. They christened her Eme-
line Armenia. / think, for that's what tne
big Bible said the day we bribed the maia
to get Il for us so we could honestly iio
Jacks age while we were waiting for her
TO get home from shopping tour. Never
theless she's Jack and the demureSt'
sweetest and most babyish face In town
is Jacks. Yet she calls the soft rug be-
fore her fayorite divan the kDeehnS-
place" Loo. she's the girl VINO ihSis's
that IL a girl Is wise she'll fnd out a
particular spot in the parlors winch Is
particular lucky. She confided to me Just
Yesterday that there isn't man In
America who can resist her II she can
manage TO stand in the corner there whe-e
the window and the mantel come together.
| think, though, the reason Is nor that tns
position is magic, but that the blue TIL
ing is good for her pretty pink skin, end
I know she's rogue enough 10 get her hair
all tangled up In sort or bridal-veil
fashion With the lace draperies to the
window.
Nv the way. that trick of catching ones
hair Ca n great thing OF course it's much
more effectual TO twist curl or two
about the top button to his coat but that
is not always convenient. SO, buy high
backed chair with brass-scroll trimmings
and YOU have no idea, unless you've tried
II. how 1t rattles a nan to let him finger
for two or three minutes at your soft
nerfumed locks. And, II you once get
man ratified and you have half the tact
Eve meant to give you you'll have him
under your little Pink thumb in about
one half Of n second.
Memory-boxes are growing stale-even
"A bad as rose iars-but I've a bright
Young friend who's conceived a delightful
substitute She took a closely woven
basket, one of this round kind you know,
with the drawn-in top, tied lot Of loose
bows on IL till IL looked like n huge
chrysanthemum and dubbed it Forget
fuls." Now, every girl who ever tried 10
keep memory-bOx knows how wearyiug
II was to keep the articles properly
labeled-of course they had TO be marked,
for no girl in the world could remember
who gave each dance programme,
cigarette rosebud or favor.
This, to be sure, doesn't include all
trophies, for every bit Of feminine COM
position that ever lived has one especial
violet, whose age grows more and more
a fond reminder of n by-gone treasure;
probably there's a lock OF brown hair
short, TO be sure. as men all wore their
short then, I'd a crumpled love-note
penciled with feverish haste. Maybe, too,
there's an autumn leaf, from a deserted
tennis court. or a lily-pad. dragged up
from the cool lake that marvellous moon
light night. when the wet hand closed over
hers as the leaf was handed over. These
things needed no signs OF Identification
but scores upon scores OF others had TO
be tagged, till it was more trouble than
IL was worth.
But my friend has solved II all and
Toms glove, Dicks carnation and a scrap
Of Harry's tie all lie in snug quietude in
the sweet little nest Of the "forgetful
basket" And what man is ever going
to know any different when she declares
to each one that she has his relic tied
up with a blue love-knot IN a secret
drawer. while those things telong only
to the other fellow