Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1895-02-28


weather makes one fully appreciate the
horror of Dante's seventh hell; where
instead Of being comfortably warm the
poor souls sleep, sit On and eat ice end,
when they are remorseful, weep icicles
As well as possible, this state of affairs
has existed i'll most homes but am so
taken up with burning Indignation that
/ feel more and more comfortable, as far
as warmth goes, every minute, and more
and more indignant the more | think
about some things | have just heard. |
hope all newspaper editors are going to be
very nice, and write out three very per-
sonal affairs. A little while ago a woman
calling herself Mrs Coe, was at hos
pital in Philadelphia. While she remained
there, she told to the nurses and whoever |
would listen to her a story that is abso-
lutely untrue. She announced that she |
WINS ''Bab, and had cast aside her hus- |
bands name, and taken the one under
which she was born. Now this woman is |
fraud.
"BAB' is NOT MRS. coz"
Coe was not her maiden name, Bah was |
never in hospital, she has not been TO |
Philadelphia for three years and she bears |
her husbands name with as much pride |
as she did the day she first took it, So
much for Mrs Coe," whoever and wher-
ever she may be.
Another woman, name unknown, has,
/ believe, been cavorting about in the
Western States, being entertained at hotels
given theatre and railroad passes because
she was "Bab." "Bab" has never been
further west than Buffalo in her life. She
never knew the joy OF q railroad pass but
once and then She forgot to use it and
bought ticket. When she goes to hotels,
she pays her way. hope, if ever these
two women are heard of again they will be
arrested and held until [ can get where
they are. and then don't think there will
be any necessity for having stove in the
room.
The next sufferer from fraudulent rep.
Fascination is my friend, and the woman |
love best next to my mother, Ruth Ash
more For two years Miss AshmUre has
been bit Of an invalid. She has not been
away from her home, which she shares
with me, except to 30 to the country. The
false Ruth" solicited subscriptions. and
believe got great number, a something
which Ruth AshmOre meier did, for her
work is in different line. This woman
was entertained by kindly people, and
visited largely throughout northern New
York. believe she is, just now, thinking
over things behind the walls OF peniten-
tiary, but my friend asks me to say that
when she does go among strangers, they
will only find out when they grow to
know her very well, that she Is not merely
Miss Ashnore, pleasant woman, but
the Ruth Ashmore" who counts among
her acquaintance and friends so many
girls all over the country. So much for
myself and my kin, and, indeed, dear MIR.
Editor. who will blame me for being
angry?
This was talked over when we were
having our tea, and after | had expressed
myself decidedly and made the air cheer
ful we began to discuss other things, and
this story was told, A young Englishman,
theatrical manager whose diamonds are
as large as his ambition, and whose rings
are as innumerable as ins flow Of words,
said to man, apropos of his ability: THE
thing to do, dear boy, is to catch the ear of
the vox populi.' After we had all laughed
somebody else got to talking about the
PRIMA DONNAs AND THEIR LOST DOGS.
They seem to get dogs to lose them. My
private opinion IS that the reason prima
donna likes dog is because he masters
her when nobody else can. She becomes
his slave. and every woman likes master,
even if it is one with four legs aud a tail
capable of expressing JOY or sorrow. The
time has come for dog stories
Miss Backnumber hurled this chestnut
at us yesterday. She knew a dog, i'll fact il
belonged to her brother.in-law this dog
always does belong To ones brother.in law,
or ones cousin). He had his leg broke and
kind hearted young doctor took him to "a
hospital. set his leg and kept him there for
two or three weeks, permitting him to
enjoy all the Injuries OF the season, and to
live an idylliC dog life. The time came for
him to go. About week after the doctor
was standing at a window looking out OIL
the street, and he saw his dog friend trot.
ting toward the hospital with something
III his mouth. In time the doctor saw ii
was penny. The little dog stopped Just in
front OF the door; there stood u pushcart
man, VINO sold such sponge cakes as only
dog can appreciate. He hesitated. All his
soul went ulIL to the sponge cake, which he
knew the penny would buy, but the noblei
feeling trlumphed. Dropping tear il
memory of the lost dainty, he trutted VI
the steps, and dropped the penny in tht
box at the door for the poor patients Thi!
was noble pup, but unfortunately for thu
young woman who told the story, nobody
laughed, for we had all told it ourselves
and we had all claimed that dog rs beng
attached to us in some way.
BAB's NEAT DoG.
Now, my dog story is true. That's wher
il differs from every other dog story. .
dog who frequently dimes with me, d fuX
terrier rejoicing in the name of "Bleekius
always stops AS he enters the front iuu
and wipes his feet on the mat. | ask M
body to believe this 1t is asking too muG
even to demand that ones own kin snuul
accept it; but ! know it is true. Anothe
dog was told about then by Il young woman
who prononnCes vase rs if it were spelle
when he hears her play the march trui
"Iohengrin" joins in and sings il in pc
feet time ] saw my mother adding bite
salt tears to her tea when this was told, Il
she has an old-fashiUned idea i'll regard
the value of truth, and Yet she cXpeCte
us to believe this She knew dog, in fa
he belonged to her brother, who wUuldn
eat terrapin unless il was diamOnd-baG
and had plenty ul eggs III il. After til
everybody took their tea without sugar.
But, really and truly, there Is u dog
my acquaintance VINO won't eat in u
kitchen unless some vi the family go VI
and sit with him, because he is 50 aristt
cratic. lie cocks up his nose and ways II
tail from side TO side as ii he were tryiI
to tell of the blue blood III hls VEINS, al
to make you understand thoroughly III
he would not associate with the queen
the kitchen. The telling vi dog stories
undoubtedly demoraiizlng.
Everybody knows Uf the man who "
on his deatnbed, and who started to Il
the preacher a dog story. The invalid
breath grew short, and all he said wa
II once knew remarkable dog; IN la,
he belonged to my nephew" when
weakened and gasped. The minister sui
very tenderly My friend, do not ma
any effort rest assured we viii meet
Heaven" lie gave gasp and said a.
you sure of 1t "' The preacher answert
Eyes" The dying man 5 eyes brightent
there was a flash Of intelligence in his fat
and with his last breath, he said #
mind me then to tell you the rest of III
story"
THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS noe.
After this too.true tale. can il be sa
that dog stories are not dangerous? 4
drinking Of absinthe is as nothing, a
the worst of 1t is that women take to the