Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1898-11-25
SWELL GIRL AS PEoDLER.
rho Dear Creature Now Fears to Enter
Denver Society.

Denver Society.
From Chicago Tribune: A small
gathering Of blithe and bonny Chicago
girls were recounting their summer
experiences the other day, and talking
over some of the joys and sorrows or
three vacation months. When 1t esme
the turn of the girl with the fineyz
tellectual face she remarked posiSes
Girls, had one experience that for
real excitement discounts all your af-
fairs put together.
"You know papa took me to the yell
lowstone in the summer, and we were
having glorious time when papa sud-
denly announced that he had business
affairs of importance to attend to in
Denver.
1.-The first day I spent amusing my
self with the sights of the swagger ho-
tel of the town.
ION the second day began to get as
melancholy and restless as Hamlet,
and in consequence prowled through
the corridors into the drawing room,
where / stood awhile gazing out Of the
windows.
Suddenly I was called back to real
| ity by voice; it was that of young
woman who had approached me un-
perceived. She was well-appear1ng
girl who sought to interest me in
new device for holding perverse skirt
bands on to the backs Of uncompro-
missing waists. I speedily weighed this
thing in the balances and it was not
found wanting, SO, on paying the tariff
of a quarter, l was soon in possession,
of my seventh apparatus for the pre-
vention of divorce between my belt
and shirt waist.
my young woman, however, looked
dropping.
ut was a clear case of no relatives,
no friends, no home, no hope. AS she
ran down the scale Of sorrow, began
to feel of what superabundance OF
courage and health l was possessed
Il said of course, Cheer up, you have
good thing, and women are going to
wear shirt waists not only all the year
but forever and a day. So comfort
able, don't you knowl'
You are very sweet and kind she
said, but women in their own houses
are terrible; they neither look, listen
nor feel. 1 can never go to another
house.
Don't cry I said. Come to my
room and We will have luncheon sent
up
After repast, which was finished
by extra strong coffee, seized plain
travelling hat and skewered it on to my
head; then | remarked cheerfuny:
From what you tell me of yourself, L
can see that you fail entirely from
timidity, doleful manner, and firm be-
lief In your own failure. / have the
whole afternoon before me, and 1 am
going to show you how to sell this ex-
cellent Device
We then set forth on our mission.
Ihls was the most exhilarating situa-
ton OF my whole life. The handsom-
est street in town, the great houses in
IL, and between them lectures to my
protege ON the mental, moral and phys
lcal polse necessary to make things gu
IN this world. l said and proved thaa
the Waterloos to be won or lost WA
at the front door, where buffers must
be suborned by discreet smile and a
ready word, and maids would better
De approached by an ingenious and i'm
'ulslye appeal to their own vanity and
personal needs.
After the new parlor maid had put
Ter own treasure safe in her pocket
'he was willing to ask her mistress or
he young ladies if they would not see
wo young girls for a moment. Here
anne the rub, but found my best smile
md persuasive words worth a quarter
most instances, and once it also
'rought settler lemonades.
we skated over some thin ice once
n twice, to be sure, and there were
lines when the atmosphere got SO rare
hat felt dizzy, but the thing sold like
ot cakes, thanks to my aplomb and
Is humble merits.
AT 5:30 We had unloaded thirty-tiye
cts OF steel clamps on the best society.
Dove and below stairs in Denver.
'hich made something over So.
hen considered my protege properly
and returned to meet papa
18th a smiling evening face.
DO you know that 1 nearly died OF
light before l left that hateful town.
~ pet nightmare now is that 1 can
OF make change for rs cents out OF
ollar; that the supply of clamps has
wen out just as people are crying for
lem; and that l am invited to dine
18th the Smith-Browns of Tip-Top
venue, Denver, and that papa says !
not or