Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-11-10

Madame Millionaire, who is rich but not
rare. In fact, to be bit slangy, she ia
rather Overdone. She guages every
thing from the standpoint of her bank
book, and the only reason. she respects
the kingdom of Heaven is because it is
| to be paved with gold. A beautiful wO-
man Is as nothing to- her until she hears
| how much she is worth, and man may
be as brave as Bayard. Gordon and Ro-
bert +. Lee put together, but she sees
nothing good in him unless each act Of
bravery is recognized by a million of
shekels. When she comes to die, l
| wonder what she will think? 1t is a
subject that dOsen't trouble her now
because she feels that money will get
her a special train of carriages TO fol-
| low her, a marvellous casket to hold
her, and yards of silk to enshroud her.
| She forgets that those dreadful worms
have no respect for persons, nor for
fine woods, nor rich gowns. And she
| fOrgets, too, that she won't be asked,
| How much are you worth" but in
stead, What good have you done with
| the millions l entrusted TO your l
make bow to Madame Millionaire as
she goes by; she gives me that tip Of
her head which she reserves for nobod-
| les, and l realizes that l wouldn't
change places with her, not If her mil
lions were tripled and her diamonds
were of such great worth that they
startled the whole world.
One of the little sisters of the rich for
whom Madame Millionaire has sort OF
Hiking is little Mrs. Good-Form.
SHE NEVER MAKES A MISTAKE
socially. She knows the latest hand
shake. she wears the newest frock, and
she wouldn't be seen with an angel
from heayen unless its robe had dis
tinct cut. Nothing is amusing that
hasn't been approved of by the Grundys
elected by her and her like, and she
thinks it good form never to permit
herself to get very much excited. She
wouldn't shed a tear bec2use-oh, well,
! tears are common. Common people
cry, and then, too, one might get one
! nose red. She wouldn't laugh because
| ordinary people like funny things, and
then. too, laughing is apt to make wrln-
kles about ones mouth. She missed
meeting a famous artist once because
she couldn't decide just what gown
was suited to the hour of the day-a
ridiculously early hour-when he was 10
apear. But then she didn't care about
the artist She heard afterwards that
| his dress clothes were abominable, ana
that he didn't seem to know the diff
ference between the people one ought
to know and the people it is wiser not
to know. 1t is quite true that she Will
be forgotten when she makes her exit
from this world. and that the great ar
tist will live for centuries but still she
fatters herself that she is always thor
ouqhlv good form, and what more can
a woman in good society want? mat
a little bit Of heart or brain might be
desirable has never dawned on her.
When she gets older and people neg
lect her. and she receives no invitations
she will set il down to malice, ana en-
tirely forget that, as she was IN her
Young DAYS. a mass Of selfishness, she
has no right to expect that anybody
will be kind-hearted enough to re-
member her.
Another snob is Mademoiselle Blue
Blood. Personally, I have the greatest
admiration for people who try to con-
ceal their fnacial worries, who don
bore the world at large with their trou-
bles. and who really and truly keep up
brave appearance. Some people have
an idea that It is a sin to be poor-it IS
something OF blunder, but still
SOME POOR PEOPLE ARE HAPPY,
and would like to mention one poor
woman I know who wouldn't change
Dlaces with Cornelius Vanderbilt sim
plv because he doesn't get one half the
pleasure out Of life that she does. What
fun is there when you can get every
thing without any trouble? When you
see a book that you long for, you look
at it and price it, and begin to save on
car fares and soda waters and various
small feminine luXuries to get 1t. 1nen
the dav comes when you have enough
money. and taking somebody with you,
for YOU wouldn't be mean enough to go
alone. YOU enter the shop, buy the DoOk,
and your heart Is humping with pleas
ure and your lips quivering with de-
light. and your eyes are absolutely
laughing. And the man says, shall J.
send It homer" You almost answer,
Not much" but catch yourself in time
and say. mo, thank you And then,
when YOU get home, somebody rolls up
the bit of string because it is nice
pink string, which IS handy to have,
and somebody else keeps the paper
because a booksellers paper is always
reputable looking, and then everybody
discusses the cover Of the book and the
pictures in the book, and what the man
wrote before and how this will com
pare with II, and the best reader Is
going to read it aloud, although, Of
course. YOU are going through it with
great rapidity, first Of all, by yourself,
That is real pleasure. Do you suppose
such intense delight ever comes to Mr..
Vanderbilt Books are nothing to him,
that is in the way of saving up to buy
them. He can order the whole shop
home. but he can never have the perfect
iov that comes to me, or to you when
we buy the something for which we
long and which we deny ourselves to
obtain.
SHE ALWAYS PLEADS POVERTY.
But to return to Mademoiselle Blue
Blood. She Is of good birth, but poor,
and the poverty is in her purse, not In
her assurance. Ske does what might
be called the poverty act. She cannot
see a pretty gown, dainty bonnet, a
new parasol, well-ftting gloves, or even
comfortable chair, without saying:
ooh. me. how fortunate you are! Now,
I am so awfully poor that / cannot get
ANYTHING. but you are a happy mOrtal"
Then you who possess what she adj
mires feel precisely like a worm on a