The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-12-01

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of person to have around"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the white
haired woman. "Why, you've struck
my little girl off as II she'd been your
most intimate chum for years. She's
in Europe now studying music" she
volunteered with frank friendliness.
/ "What about these women who walk
with noiseless, cat-lilse tread?" asked
the plaid-waisted girl, nipping further
confidence on the part Of the stranger
In the bud.
Beware of 'em," advised her chum,
earnestly. "Their ways are just as cat
like as their walks. They steal upon
you unawares, and they make these
mean, SIMPLY little insinuating re-
marks, all the while making declara-
tions of friendship that you cannot an
swer. Ugh! A woman with walk
like that makes one shudder to meet
her. The cat-like tread is so different
from the walk of the well-poised wom-
an. She glides along, too, but you
can hear her when she is coming, and
though she stands erectly and throws
her weight forward on the ball of her
foot and moves with slow, even,
graceful motion, there is nothing
stealthy in her walk. Her character is
as clean-cut as her stride. She holds
herself well in hand, she is gentle, she
is sensitive, she is sympathetic, she is
loving and lovable, and fate isn't very
kind to that woman If she isn't a
mother, and neither is fate kind to the
children who miss being her children"
"Some women have such sloppy
walks" asserted the girl in the blouse.
"Of course they do" answered the
other. "But that is no index to char
acter, is it? Oh, no! That's what you
said at the outset of this converse
ton. Well, just want you to under
stand that tits. A woman with sloppy
walk, as you call 1t, is careless crea-
ture. She shuffles her feet along and
waddles about instead of walking, and
she does everything in that slovenly
way. Her house is never in order, her
clothing is never ship-shape, and heaven
help her children if she happens to have
any. Like Topsy. they have to 'jes'
grow for their mother will certainly
never look after their little wants, and
neither will she instruct them in the
small things of life. The woman who
throws herself well back and walks
with a rather heavy tread like pea
cock is altogether differenttype. She
is vain, but she is very kind-hearted and
unselfish, and is continually doing for
others even if she does have the bad
taste to tell about it. She is, nine times
out of ten, little apt to be trifle
tickle. and is always impetuous."
cit seems to me-" unused she of the
plaid waist, "that, according to you,
no matter what kind of walk a woman
has, she is bound to be very tickle or
a trifie so. Am 1 right?"
"What a silly question" snapped out
the other. "Would woman be wom-
an if she were not in a measure tickle
That's what makes us so lovable and
interesting, and if we undertook to
walk on our hands or heads we'd be
tickle just the same. After all, think
the woman we like the most is the wom-
an with walk like that little matron
tripping out the door now. Hear how
she clips along with a brisk, musical
step. Now she is stopping moment
to peep at the cakes and pies and rolls
in the window. And now she is walk
ing briskly on"
Everybody within hearing was watch
ing the little matron by this time, and
when she was out of sight every wom-
an of them turned expectantly toward
the tailor-made girl.
"a woman with walk like that"
she said, "goes through life with the
fixed resolve of getting the most pleas
ure out of everything. She peeps into
this shop window and into that one
as she moves briskly along, and she
always manages to see something new.
She is hopeful and cheerful, and has
no end of faith in the goodness of hu-
man nature. She is the most COM
Portable and comforting woman in the
world to live with. Oh, l tell you it's
a fine thing to have brisk, musical
walk. If women only knew how a
walk could talk they'd think twice be-
fore every STEP"
swell, I'm all beat out" admitted the
girl in the plaid shirt-waist as they
called for her checks. 81 didn't dream
you could see anything of persons
character in her walk" and then she
began to laugh.
Whats the matter?" asked Miss
Tailor-Made, impatiently.
"Just watch the women as they get
off their stools and leave the lunch
counter" was the reply. "They are
every one trying to walk with that
brisk, musical step you've just been
talking about, aren't they?"
EYES," answered the tailor-made girl,
land some of them are sadly out of
tune."-N. Y. Sun.