The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1896-06-20
BEAUTY AND ITS OPPOSITE.
The Story of a Pretty Girl Q HomeIy
Girl End a Man.

The Story of a Pretty Girl Q Honey
Girl End a Man.
As the writer was talking TO a re-
tired colonel in front of an uptown hotel
a few days ago,a very handsome woman
passed them, and the writer's eyes went
after her almost as fast as the colone Is
did.
by zucksI" exclaimed the writer,
isn't she pretty?"
Rather" admitted the colonel, "but
beauty is something you can't most al
ways sometimes bank on, especially the
beauty of woman's face or figure"
well, it's always good to look at, any
how"
"Of course, and sometimes it's lasting
and actual, but oftener the very pretty
woman is not the most attractive"
Still, there's n charm in beauty" in
sisted the writer, straining his eyes
around the corner to get a farewell view
OF the fieeting vision.
"Now, here's where I come in with a
story" laughed the colonel, who always
makes his points with a story. "WhenI
was a man of So l was on one oc-
casion going down the Ohio river from
Cincinnati to Louisville. AS l passed
into the cabin of the steamboat thatwas
10 carry me 1 saw two young women of
20 and 90, say, standing IN the guards,
evidently waiting for some one. Ino-
ticed them because one was so pretty
that a man would have been reasonable
to all his manliness not TO have seen her.
She was gray-eyed. with a beautiful
complexion, soft, silken hair and a fig
ure which was grace. itself. As
the young man of to-day would say, she
was a 'corker.' Her companion was as
homely as the other was pretty; so
homely that l felt sorry that she had to
carry such a face around with her. Who
or what they were l had no means of
knowing, but 1 was glad that 1 was 60
ing on the boat with them, for the sake
OF the pretty girl.
81 went back to my 2tateroom, and
in a few minutes thereafter | heard
Wcmen'S voices in the cabin near my
door. l noticed then that | had left
il open, and as l closed it | saw the two
Young women had the stateroOm adj
Joining mine and were just entering
it. They didn't see me, and l closed the
door, feeling elated over the idea that
as soon as possible l would make the
acquaintance of my pretty neighbor.
Then, as 1 began to slick up for the
conquest, I heard voices in the next
room. One was sharp and angry, the
other soft and pleading. l could only
catch an occasional word, but l learned
they were sisters, and one of them was
reading the riot act to the other, and
the other was taking it very meekly in
deed.
after awhile one of them stepped
,out on the guards, and, though L { didn't
care to peep out, l could hear her abus-
ing everything in sight. She was out
side only a minute or two, returning
10 begin her TRADE inside. Inwardly
I thanked my stars that l had been
thus placed, because by the merest
chance l had been let into the secrets
o. the dispositions of these two sisters,
and l wondered why it was hat beauty
couldn't carry other charms as well.
At the same time, l made up my mind
that the conquest l was on the point
Of making, or hoping to make, would
be indefinitely postponed. As the boat
pulled out / went forward to look at
The city we were leaving, and when
[ came into the cabin again the supper
table stretched away down the length
Of it, and l caught the appetizing odor
of ham and coffee and that sort of
thing.
81 knew the captain, and he invited
me TO a seat at his table, and when 7
sat down, behold. my two young wofl-
en- sat opposite. The captain, of course,
knew them, and at once presented me.
They were rather quiet at first, and
most of the talk was carried on by the
captain and myself. l was watching
the homely girl now, because l was
afraid l would have to run up against
the temper of the pretty one. and l
didn't want to be any further disillu-
sionized. 1t was enough to simply look
at her, for, by Jove, temper or no tenn
per, she was a beauty. But l was
hungry, and as 1 was getting my supper
in eating shape 1 stopped talking, and
all at once the tones of the voice / had
heard in my stateroom filled the va
cancy nv voice had left. l was almost
afraid TO look at up, but 1 did, because
ii wasn't the pretty girls voice at all.
/ never felt so relieved in my life, and
that night as we sat on deck in the
moonlight 1 told her all about it and 3
lot more"
"And was she up to her beauty in all
,respects??" inquired the writer.
"The finest woman 1 ever met" said
the colonel, heartily.
"Why did you let her escape""
"Who said 1 did," laughed the
colonel, showing the writer a beautiful
medallion of his wife, which he carried
with him Observation-Disclosures Star.
Resourceful Children.
Very early in life the child shows by