The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-03-22

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ones self in neatness and order Jus'
hear this, now, my dear. A very good
article; very sensible, too"
The eloquence of Cicero, the rounded
periods of Junius would not have
moved Mary Fenton at that moment
: 1t took all her wits to keep down the
bitterness in her heart. Without wait
ing for encouragement, her husband
read on:
Tho woman who has m air Of being wen
Rroomed has very great charm Tor ell men
HE skipped this sentence. Why expose the
| writer to O charge OF plagtarismy Really,
ladies, you should at least try the experiment,
and may we'll devote little time each day TO
the cultivation of exquisite personal detail at
the expense OF some Of your frivolous amuse-
ments First, do not rise too early. Break
fast In bed on . cup Of coffee, roll, perhaps Q
little fruit, and plan your toilets fer the day"
| Up went Mary's eyebrows and sar-
castle smile played about her mouth.
Three children to send to school at
nine o'clock, and breakfast to get be-
fore that! CHANGING up, Mr.. Fenton
caught the smile.
Naturally" he interrupted himself,
every woman cannot follow this plan
exactly, but the general outline is
good. You'll see."
So he travelled down the column of
directions, for the bath with bran bags,
almond meal and orris root, the pedi-
curing, the manicuring, the elaborate
brushing of hair and teeth, the gym
nastics for the developing of the figure,
the careful examination of each ar
ticle of clothing to see If single |
stitch be wanting, the hundreds of lit
tie details which it takes so few
minutes to write down, so many to
carry out. AS he went on, Mary's |
natural sense of fun came to her res
cue, and, beginning to appreciate the
absurdity of the situation, she held
her peace, adding up as they were
mentioned in turn the twenty minutes
for this, the thirty minutes for that,
and her husband drew long breath at
the end of the evolution of lovely
creature immaculate from top to toe.
1T seems to me-" observed she, de-
murely, ''as If cleanliness were getting
ahead of goodness nowadays. Well, It
must be delightful to go through such
a thorough process, and yet four hours
seems long time to devote to dressing
every morning"
-Four hours!' cried Mr.. Fenton,
taken by surprise. my dear, you
must be mistaken. Why, the half
hour for the bath is the longest item
n the lot"
Many mickle makes a muckle,
papa, DEAR rejoined Mary, earnestly.
DO you think there is ever morning Q
n the whole years round when could Il
AXE four hours for the adjoining of my P
'wn person? Where would your break n
asst be, and the children, and the or q
lers to the butcher and the grocer? G.
ames, what are you going to do to- q
norrow?" she suddenly asked, and p
nipple appeared in her cheek, which
lade her look quite young again. 81
Tomorrow he repeated mechan- p
ally. p
Yes; at the Office, you know. Any :.
hing especial?' -
why, no. / have a dozen bills to !.
ollect for Mr.. Snow; that's all. Why?" :.
Because l want to try little ex- !,
eriment It's not at all original. In -,
vet, it's as old as the hills. Promise -,
e you will do it."
IF it is within reason" stipulated n,
r. Fenton. His wife had not changed h;
} much, after all If she had out 81
-own her neatness, the old yivacity N
as still alive In her. n
"Oh, yes. This is what l want you
do. Change places with me for one
". Let me go and collect the bills a
r Mr.. Snow. / warrant you that I bi
Ill get every cent that is due him, and be
NJ stay at home as housekeeper, cook, W.
lrse and general factotum." ne
What perfect nonsensew growled Y,
e gentleman, taking up his paper or
ain. II should think you were a ra
hoolgirl of sixteen. You know that's
possible" br
But it was not impossible, and Mrs. ne
,nton proved it, If not to her speuse's sh
tisfaction. at least to his conviction. he
e had recourse to all her forsaken
rs of coaxing and wheedling, and at su
st, quite worn out with arguing IF
d shutting. he had to give In, and ow
reed to make fool of himself on the VIC
PROV. The victor went up to bed ha
umphant, pausing in the nursery to VIC
I've the big mending basket and to Pc
IN lovingly for a moment over the of
where her twin boys lay sleeping Ing
irdy lads of nine. In the next room inf
e drew aside little Mabels curls and yo
I a kiss on the rosy cheek, and at ho
lgth, with deep sigh, she found !
rself standing before her dressing wa
Die, taking down the coils of her Ma
ir. Many silver thread had stolen SEQ
o tn, bright brown ripples, but they
II fell IN her waist as ahupdopt as | z;a