The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1898-05-31

when 10 match certain slippers one has
10 assume colorcd silk stockings, and then
CRY Give me hcliotropc or give me
death" and III to date death has not
appeared.
Hy the bye, ! must be growing very
old. for | am dropping into my anccd"-
taec. Do YOU remember the story Of the
French girl whose life had been full Of
10Y. but who WAS told by Il fortune tell
or that she would die within three
months and who bad been worried by
dreaming. first Of all, Of Il black cnt. next
of Il wedding and, thirdly, of two white
doves. all proofs that death was near
herr Although joyous. this young Wo-
man was inclined 10 be careful. So she
thought to herself: AT present | am
wealthy. That is for me. And how IN
pleasant it would he to nave my body,
which has been 50 greatly admired, for
! am Il good figure, thrown into 4 pau
pcr'S grave? That shall not be. Hay
ing wealth | will 90 at once to an I'M
dcrtakcr and make all arrangements to
pay in advance for my funeral SO
she trotted off to the most fashionable
undertaken in Paris. saw the head of the
establishment and said to him after in
curing about the carriages. hcarses and
all the more ordinary particulars of Il
funeral: What is most fashionable IN
ShroudS:" With the usual good man
ncrs of an undertaken, who always
washes his hands in i%mpalpable water
with invisible soap, he bowed and enter
ed into an explanations: For young Ia
dies. those who are unmarried. we make
Il pure white resting robe. For widows,
for married ladies or for those ladies
whose lives have been full OF %ayety we
make an eternal dress of delicate mauvc.
while for elderly ladies. elderly widows
and spinsters who have passed 30, we
arrange a gown of black velvet
Madcmoiselle hesitatcd for Il long time.
Then She said: Make me Il white
shroud trimmed with the finest lace.
will pay for it in advance" The gentle
man who undertook was SubServicnt.
lie seldom had such customers. After
giving her the change he bade his fair
client good morning, and she walked
slowly to the door with her finger on her
lip. Looking back at him from under
the rim of her big hat. her black eyes
sparkling. her whole face telling of the
wit concealed III that small brain. She
added. feeling sure that he would I'M
derstand. BY the bye. perhaps it would
be better to pin on my gown Il bunch of
NloitlS 81 thtIt lldA IL 1t toItli VI
mauve." After telling this Il man asked
me if she was buried in that way.
Men as a rule are anticlimaX. Plays,
books. music. nothing is written for men.
They lack subtlety. \ man may play
on the violin like an angel. You may
credit him with Il soul, but the soul is
divided between the violin and the wo-
man who listens To its strains of Won
derful melody. He understands the tech
nique. He knows his work to perfection,
but he doesn't know how close to each
other are heaven and music. The play
writer takes his pencil that dreadful
blue one, and Ms out something, not be
cause it lacks wit. not because it does
not fit we'll in that particular place. but
because the women wouldn't like it. The
novelist, pen III hand. or wiser still. die
tating to 4 stenoGrapher. for 4 manu-
script tandS Il better chance for acceD-
chapter and applaudS himself for his
brightness and then hcSitatcs. ConSc-
puently lie is lost if he allows if 10 re-
main. 1t is a chapter that will dispIcase
the average woman, and everything in
art, books. music and plans TO succeed
must please the Women with Il capital
w.
You take the chosen one 10 the thea
ter. Nou are Il generous, pleasant fell
low. You have been through a good col
loge and have seen something of life, but
there IS 4 line in the play that to YOU
seems as nothing, and the little woman