Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-08
JUST ABOUT GIRLS.

she came slowly luJO the IOOu look
! ing as doleful and forlorn as a lean
black cat that has neither dined nor
breakfasted for fortnight, says the
Chicago Record. Her walk was meas
ured and funereal. There was discon-
ISOLATE slant TO the corners of her mouth,
and a giisten11g sparkle around her
eye-lids told plainly that the Little
Matron's mental machinery was bus
lily bordering over some grieyous dis
appointment. Her lips quivered pet
tishly, and she stared straight before
her, as did Trilby when under the spell
of Svengali's hypnotism.
1t was a rude and unwarranted ac-
ton, but a general litter went the
rounds.
Did 'um little Hubby forget to kiss
is little wifey-wife this morning?" ven
tured the Unkind Individual
Il know what's the natter said the
Dear Girl confdingly. She's been do
ing up fruit and it failed to do, or else
it all boiled over and flooded the kitch-
en-. That's enough to make any one
long for a nice, green, daisy-strewn
grave"
"Ah-hal Ah-haw sung out the OBJ
serving Young Woman. "She cant
fool me-Im too wise. She's perfectly
wretched because her husband says he
likes her best when her hair isn't curl
ed. And, of course, you know, a plain
part isn't becoming to her and so it's
just crushing her heart into pulp like
raspberry jam Or"
BE still, you" interrupted some
body. She'll cry in earnest in about
three seconds"
Then they crowded ar0Tnd the Little
Matron and after much coaxing and
numerous promises of continued gray
ity on their part, she began:
For almost a year she said, Il en-
treated, commanded, begged, and be-
seeched my husband to grow a beard.
l wanted him to cultivate one Of those
nice pointed beards-like artists and
poets and men in paintings have. Fin
ally, after hours and days and weeks
of arguing and please, dear, won't you?
I came out victorious, and he began to
cease shaving. ! watched that beard
grow as carefully as | would watch
custard cook II first he looked per-
fectly dreadful-so hungry, you know,
and sort of ungroomed and trampish
eYeral times | became quite dishearten-
ed, and to hasten its growth | brushed
it every time | got half a chance Then,
like plant. all at once it bloomed into
beauty. That beard was the pride of
my heart, the idol of my worshiping
moments. It was brown and silky and
oh, just perfectly lovely! And Tom
did look really handsome-the beard
- 81 becoming because his face is a
little thin and"
Here the Little Matron stopped short.
She closed her lips tight and shifted a
little. Then she pumped her face into
a sofa cushion and sobbed jerkily:
"And-nOw-tO-day-he met some hOr-
rible, hateful, meddlesOme man who
told him that he didn't look good with
understandable went-and got that
sh-sha-shayed off, After
all-my-tr tool And-all-
the-brushing-aAd Tom looks Just
like-a picked-chickenw
The Little Matron's friends put their
hands over their mouths and eyed one
another significantly. Then they tip
toed out of the room. At the door the
Unkind Individual turned for a mo-
ment and whispered consolingly:
Don't fret, dear; they make beauti-
full false ones now, and they're dirt
cheap, too. Or you might let it grow
out again"