Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1895-01-31

spiracy against the security of my
bachelorhood?
Here we are at Nine. Desjardins!
my dear friend, let me present my
son"
Little Jack -
am annoyed by this exclamation. I
feel that my appearance in the draw
room is made ridiculous. This good lady
IN green satin knew me as boy, in the
golden days of black marks and whip
pings. 1t is very delightful, am sure,
and l ought to be charmed; but thirty
unknown faces stare curiously at this
''ittle Jack, p" with a respectable mus
tache, whom Nine. Desjardins finds
''much changed" Great Scott l
should hope 50, in fifteen years Con-
found her "reminiscences of childhood!
She might as well talk Of my first kits
or inquire if 1 have brought my hoop.
Fortunately Nine. Desjardins adds
q few words of gracious welcome
which restore my breath, and mother
turns to introduce me to the young
| ladies.
The Misses Desjardins are twins, q
blonde and brunette. They are of
the same stature, and dress alike even
to ribbons but here the resemblance
ceases.
Miss Martha, the brunette, is
beautiful woman-too beautiful, for
simple mortals. A Greek goddess
Pallas Athenel Her features are pure
and cold; her rich black hair forms
royal diadem about her head. Rose
is less of "A woman. less imposing.
A real Greuze, this young girl J.
bewitchingly pretty, with her little
Partisan nose, her dimpled cheeks,
and fair hair which looks as if pow.
dered with gold. What smile!
What volce-so sweet, so sweet! A
veritable child, whom one might still
suspect of playing with her dolls when
no one is by, in spite of her nineteen
years-and a child who surely is no
Bachelor of Arts.
Mamma had never mentioned the
name of the learned Miss Desiardins,
but who could dream of insulting this
exquisite Miss Rose by even a sus.
picion?
The other is the baccalaureate. |
am sure of it. Gould she have ap-
peared, draped like statue in the
salons of the First Empire, she would
have struck wonder to all hearts! Her
rich voice, "a vibrating contralto, must
show to advantage in scanning hexa-
meters. 1 can appreciate her taste.
Great Scott Greek must be becoming
to this classic beauty. What thrill
of admiration would run through an
audience as she murmured in the orig
inal: "The Plants of Tpalgenia !"
A little informal dancing is pro-
posed. / offered my arm to the little
Greuze. SO much the worse for the |
Grecian goddess, the Pallas Athene. |
Between two waltzes 1 had an oppor-
tunity to talk with my charming little
partner, who glides about like fairy
in cloud of blue gauze, fan of |
pigeon feathers beats against her deli
cate breast, like the wing of dove.
In quarter of an hour feel that | |
am competent to judge of Miss Rose. |
She is bright, but take care to keep
the conversation on simple topics. She
would find it difficult to display much |
learning! She is a good little girl,
very acute, rather roguish, but simple,
frank and unassuming. She loves
music, can sketch cleverly, and last
year, while visiting her aunt in the
country, she had delightful time
making preserves. Dear little Greuze (! |
What delicious preserves yours must |
be and what an adorable little house
wife you must make, in a large white |
apron, your sleeves rolled mp to show
the dimples IN your elbows!
Look you can see them now, just |
above your gloves. What a sweet
picture! Surely, L have found the
dream OF my life-a dear, rosy, in
genious little wife, who makes pre-
serves jack, dearie, taste my
jelly" How these words go to
mans heart! What baccalaureate
would ever condescend to call me
"dearie?" She would never make me
preserves.
Thus 1 rush into it. [ divulge my
theories npon the education and
destiny OF woman. Wife and mother
the Angel of the Fireside, no more,
no less. Slyly l send a few arrows
flying against the pedestal of the
Grecian goddess, the Pallas Athene,
and / praise with rare tact, l flatter
myself, the art of housekeeping, which
| am sure Miss Rose understands to
perfection. But I Immediately re-
pent She bushes with modesty,
poor child! Perhaps. too, she is a
little hurt to see her sisters baggage
classique 50 little appreciated.
Quick, | must repair my blunder. I
will ask Pallas Athene for quadrille.
"Well, jack" said mamma, when
comfortably installed in the coupe
which was carrying us far from Miss
Rose, edo you regret having thrown
away your evening, my son?"
" Thrown away is rather severe,
mammal Had Nine. Desjardins and
her daughters been much less charm
ing, L should not have regretted
accompanying you when you wanted
me- tp do So Rut INV opipinpc ora