Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-11-17

LES, dSSenteQ the ta1lOr-ma06 woman,
but don't you see that that depends on
| how strong ones will is, and the strength
OF ones will Is matter Of heredity, and
utterly beyond ones control"
Scandal and Jealousy.
well. that may be the TRUTH said the
| woman with a past as the hostess suhsid-
ed into shocked silence. ut probably is.
but when all the rest Of the world took to
| fig leaves. it was indicate of Truth to IN
| sist on going about naked, and we must
politely insist on rot seeing her. Lots of
| things are true, but they won't do to put
| INTO practice. Let's get to something not
| quite so deep.
There was a little man. and he had a
| And his bullets were made out of lead.
lead, lead.
| He shot Johnny King through the middle
| of his wig,
And knocked it right off his head, head,
| head
II haven't any Interpretation to offer for
| that, except that the little man was the
original man who didn't know 1t was
Il think that refers to the habit some
| people have" said the tailor-made woman,
looking hard at the poor little bride, ''of
saying just whatever comes into their
heads regardless of whom 1t hits"
There was feeling that this shaft at
| least, was not aimed at random, and every
body felt vaguely uncomfortable. The liter
AIRY member. however, came to the rescue
THAT reminds me-" said she, of the
mischief that is often wrought by bit of
careless gossip.
ga farmer went trotting upon his gray
mare,
Bumpety bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him, SO rosy and
Lumpety Iumpety. lump!
ga raven cried, "Croak!" and they all
xx,y,ab Id
Bumpety bumpety. bump!
The mare broke her knees and the farmer
his crown,
Lumpety lumpety. lump!
"This is a picture Of domestic happiness
ruined by a breath of scandal. Husband
and wife are Jogging on contentedly on
their lifelong road. when some one tells
something Of enc of them. The other hears
| 1t, believes it, and at once the family con-
tent is wrecked"
did you ever hear anything lamer than
that?'' whispered MIS-. de Steele to Mrs.
Capitol HILL And she calls herself liter
airy, too" ,....
ton Of the poem, Mrs. Scribbler." said the
cerise collar. THAT the first verse means
domestic happiness is evident, but the last
verse-Well. don't you think the raven
might more properly represent jealousy?
Possibly" assented Mrs. Scribhler, with
distinct lack of conviction.
81 think" said the tailor-made woman,
thing seems happy, the sky is bright with
promise, when suddenly there comes to the
wife the knowledge of something In her
husbands past. The raven has cried-hap-
piness is gone. She can forgive-a woman
can always forgive, but she cannot forget.
She ceases to hear the ravens cry only
when she ceases to care for her husband,
and has learned to make life endurable by
sacrificing all that might have made II
happy"
the heart. The Congressman's wife spoke
after q brief silence.
without the Quotation Marks.
"Ah, but suppose the raven cries to the
man? Suppose it is the wife's past that
will not DOWN."
90" said the literary member, "the hap
piness of the home is wrecked then, too.
only that when the woman goes on ana
eats her heart out In silence, the man
would get a divorce. You see, a man owes
his wife only his future; woman owes
her husband her past, and II the debt Is
not paid-well, the marriage ends.
81 know right where she read that.
whispered Mrs. de Steele; its In Born
stern's play, The Glove She might at
least have said it in quotation marks.
think"
81 can't understand the jealousy some
women have of their husbands pasts,"
remarked the bride, with the self-satisfied
air Of the honeymoon. ITS SO absurd
well why shouldn't one cry over spilled
MILK" asked the bluet hat. TT always
leaves a grease spot"
THAT sounds as IL 1t meant something"
remarked the woman with q past. VERY
possibly 1t does, but for my part I think
the quintessence of Mother Goose's phil
osophy is contained in her couplet:
For every evil under the sun,
There Is e remedy, or there's mono.
II there be one. try and find It,
II there be none, never mind it.
II have that written on a card and pin
ned to my dressing table. ! read II while
Hopkins is doing my hair. 1t is the keen
est philosophy of life. for on that verse
hang all the law and the prophets. And IL
you will let me give you all dish of tea
next Thursday, / will show you the card"
THAT was clever of her, wasn't it?'
murmured the cerise collar to the bluet
hat.
what? Thinking Of that verse? Why
anybody
20. dear. no! I didn't mean that: 1
meant her reference to he: maid. She's
English, and new, you know. o, that wo-
mans clever, but they say-well-"
And the meeting adjourned.