The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-05-29

for l am dropping into my anecdotage.
Do You remember the story OF the French
girl whose life had been full of Joy, but
who was told by fortune teller that she
would die within three months and who
had been worried by dreaming. first of
all. OF black cat. next of a wedding. and
thirdly of two white doves, all proofs
that death was near her? Although joy
Gus. this young woman was inclined TO be
careful. So she thought to herself: At
present l am wealthy. That is for me.
And how unpleasant il would DE TO have
my body. which has been so greatly ad.
mired, for | am good figure, thrown
into n paupers grave. That shall not be.
Having wealth. / will go at once to an
undertaken and make al arrangements TO
pay In advance for my funeral" So she
trotted off to the most fashionable UNDER
taker in Paris, saw the head of the estab-
lishment and said TO him after inqulFAS
about the carriages. hearses and All The
more ordinary particulars of funeral,
What is mos fashionable i'll shrouds?"
With the usual good manners OF an IN
dertaker, who always washes his hands
in impalpable wafer with invisible soap,
he bowed and entered into an expiana-
ton: For young ladies. those VINO are
unmarried. We make a pure white resting
robe. For widows, for married ladies or
for those ladies whose lives have been full
OF gayety we make an eternal dress OF
delicate mauve. while for elderly ladies'
elderly widows and spinsters who have
passed % We arrange gown of black
velvet"
Mademossele hestated for long time
Then she SAID: Make me a white shroui
trimmed with the finest lace. will pay
for II In advance" The gentleman who
undertook" was subservient. He seldom
had such customers. After giving her the
change he babe his fair client good morn
ing, and she walked slowly 10 the door
with her finger on her lip. Looking back
al him from under the RIM OF her big hat.
her black eyes sparkling. her whole face
telling of the Wit concealed in that small
brain. she added. feeling sure that he
would understand. by the bye. perhaps
IL would be better 10 pin on my gown
bunch OF violets so there may be- a touch
of NAIVE After telling this man ask
Ell me If she WAS buried In that way
Men a. a rule are antic,Emax. Plays,
books. music, nothing is written for men.
They lack subtlety. y man may play on
the violin like an angel. You may credit
him with soul. but the soul Is divided
between the violin and the woman who
listens tn its strains or wonderful melody
He understands the technique. He knows
his work 20 perfection bat he doesn't know
how close 10 each other are heaven and
music. The playwrdter takes his pencil.
mat aFSauIG4 p!ue one. ara ~ : out some
thing, not because * lacks wit, not be-
cause II does not III well in that particu-
Oar place. hut because the women wouldn't
Ike X. The novelist, pen in hand or,
w-ser Sill. d.c;afiug % 4 steuoGrapher.
for a manuscript stands a better chance
Of acceptance II 3; il type-wrgtten, looks
at chapter and arplauls himself FOR ~
brightness and then hesitates. Consequent
" Re IS lost Z he allows il - remain II
IS a chapter thar VIII d.sple2sa the aver
age woman, and everything n art. books.
music ana pays 70 succeed must please
the Women. with capital w.
Ycu take the chosen one - the th~afc-.
Toa are a generous. pleasant feilow. You
have been through good college and
have seen something cf life hut there is
= line in the play that TO you seems "a
nothing. and the little woman with Won
whispers. ''A,l the play hinges on that
line" After events prove Il. How does
she know She hasn't your brain. she
hasn't YOUR experience. but she has a
wonderful something. God given watch
N dogs We call lzstinct I; is better thar
all learning, than all the experience, ever
gained in great universities or IL travel
Ing over the word.
Ent there I intended 20 tel YOU ahcu.
me nsw linen suits. fog. being . GnArx