The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-01-12
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and IL I've got to keep on having
such lot of worries as have torment
ed me for the past ten days, I'm just
tired of life. that's ALL"
What is the matter with me?' She
repeated in response to a question,
THE matter with me? Why I've just
had an awful time and that's what's
the matter. 1 guess you'd think you
had troubles IL you'd lost your pocket
book with the Christmas money from
your father and a pearl pin and a
recipe for preserved strawberries
where they stay whole; and then JOS
| eph spilled a plate of ice cream in my
lap the very first night of the year
and spoiled my new party gown, and
| the next day cousin Alice was taken
| i'll and nearly died, and we lost Dotty.
| our fox-terrier; and the other day a
water-pipe burst and ruined the hall,
ceiling and l wanted Joe to run for
the council and he wouldn't; said
there was nothing in it now, and the
next day I heard something my DEAR
est friend said about me, and oh dear,
there are just heaps of horrid things
] think IL is a hateful New Year SO
| do"
|
times began about Christmas and at
last accounts she had not been able
to break the combination. In the first
place, just before Christmas the maid
of-allwork went home very uncere-
moniously to a sick mother or some
other affliction. The house mistress
recalled the sentiment entered by one
OF Scranton's newcomers, who stated
with authority that mo real lady, ever
does her own work." and half
amused conjecture fitted over her
troubled mind whether she might not
temporarily wear a placard stating
II am real lady, l can prove the
assertion by five different arguments"
when callers came unexpectedly, for
| its hard to be mistress and maid at
one and the same time.
So with Christmas shopping and
needlework uncompleted. she donned
| a big apron and went into the kitchen.
About that time along came the
dressmaker with the calm announce
ment that owing to some changes in
| her dates she could give her a fe"
| days then or not at all. So the lady
| hied herself down town for the neces-
| Sary adjuncts to the conversion of an
! old frock into a beautiful up-to-date
| confection, and of course not thing
| would match, but a certain velvet rib
bon with wildly extraVagant price
attached. Finally in desperation she
was compelled to buy it or have no
new dress, and of course it necesstat-
ed the purchase Of miles and miles Of
it. as May Irwin remarked about the
| lace.
| Christmas shoppers were several
deep and as my lady hastened across
the street after the ruinous expendi-
ture of funds for that velvet ribbon,
she was jostled by the crowd and
moment later found that the inse-
curely fastened parcel had allowed its
| contents to escape and the eXtravagant
velvet was missing. Search, question
| ing and advertisements proved equally
vain. The velvet was gone and the
discouraged loser had to content her
self with an inferior trimming which
she will forever loathe. together with
the gown which it made q pretense OF
adorning.
That was only the beginning Of her
woes. They followed in swift and dis
piriting succession. Amid all of these
a clear little spot of sunshine beamed.
1t was the conviction that among her
| gifts would be at least one thing which
was exactly what she wanted and most
needed, and from a relative who had
plainly asked for suggestions as to
what she would like. 1t was to be 81
new gown--a silk of dark quiet hue
and durable qualities. This was a
beautiful thought and it sustained the
small affected community of that
household in many dolefu hour.
Christmas morning came. Truly
enough there was the large fiat parcel,
with sumptuous possibilities in it's
very correctness of corners. The re-
cipient cut the cords with pleased inn
patience. She gave one swift look at
the contents and then flung it far
across the room and precipitately
went into heap and began to cry. On
the other side of the parlor swelling
billows of blue and gold glittered in the
pale sun. 1T will be lovely for a
lounge cover" she cried hystericaly.
and then she laughed with immoder-
ate glee, or what was not glee but the
misery of over strained nerves
She Is a little lady whose frocks are
always miracles of taste. This "sim-
pie dark silk was q truly marvellous
We're covered by an immense sprawl
ing design, one figure of which would
have hidden the bodice of its owner
from shoulder to shoulder, The coll
ors were deep and radiant and dazz-
ling, in which gold and peacock blue
fought madly for supremacy. Its tex
ture was thick, soft and warranted to
wear. What merry Christmas this
is," she sobbed, while her husband
thought in his inmost soul: What
queer creatures women are to make
,, such a fuss over a little thing like that
when by cutting it on the bias and
adding a few tucks it would be all
! right"
The dear, blessed men! What a clear
| eyed peaceful view it must be to have
, no complications in life which "cut-
ting on the bias" or adding a few
, tucks' will not promptly set right.
But just the same this is very
, hard and cruel world and it is all
, stuffed with sawdust when the New
. Year and the New Century starts in
! all twisted with woman and to
! crown her misfortunes street car pass
! es are obliterated from her sixteen
: hour-a-day schedule.
{ The resignation yesterday of two
Z members from the board of managers
: of the Home for the Friendess recalls
] to the minds of those who have long
been interested in that institution the
J fact that time, surely and sadly, saps
J the activities of even the most alert
and capable, and that our places must