Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1901-12-19

A man and Wife rad a peachy
Daughter named Aggie. When she
was II they put her into Training for
her coming-out Party.
Now that Aggie was a Young Lady,
about to be Launched, her Parents
were much relieved to know that she
had been Brought Up so successfully.
They thought that inasmuch as she
ad passed through the Perils of Child
hood and survived the Mumps, Meas
els, Scarlet Rash, Cholera Infantum,
Whooping Cough. etc. ETC.; she was
safely out of the Woods. They had
guided her through the Grammar and
4--gh Schools and sent her to a Dane
ing Academy and the Music Teacher
came to the House twice a Week. Now
that Aggie had theoretically arrived al
the Age of Discretion and the final
coat OF Shellac had been put on her
List of Accomplishments, they looked
upon her as a Completed Job.
But as Time passed on, they learned
that there are many serious Ailments
that may overtake a Girl after she
futters out of the Nursery. About the
time that Aggie formed the Chocolate
Cream Habit and began to wear her
Hair in the Anna Held Style, she
caught the Matinee Fever. complicat-
ed with Actoritis and Photomania.
She would go. to the Theatre as often
as she could muster the Price and
there she would sit in a pensive At
titude and gaze yearningly at the pale
Leading Man with the BlacN Ringlets.
After returning Home she would mppe
around in 4er blue Kimona and sly
that she didn't care for any DinnGi.
Then Mother would give her some
Camomile Tea and a hot Foot-Bath
and tell her that she had caught Cold.
When 1t came to Diagnosis. Mother
was a SHINE.
While she was still subject to these
recurring Attacks OF Actoritis, anoth-
er Maladv laid hold on her.
One Day when Father came home he
was met by Ages Mother, who was
pale and worried.
Something terrible has happened"
she said, "Aggie has Art on the
Brain"
1t was too True She had attended a
Studio Tea in large smelly Place all
done in passionate Red with paste
board Armor on the Walls. There she
had met an Artist. Any one could tell
that he was the real Latin Quarter
Article, for he wore the corn-silk Tas-
sells and never combed his Hair, and
smoked a Pipe even when he had Call
ers. He was made up in Velveteen and
a Fauntleroy Collar and his Cravat
would have done for a Sash. Aggie
was pining for Bohemia. So she de-
cided that she would marry the Genius
who never had been Shaved, and they
could live together in the Paint-Shop
and cook all their Meals in a Chaflng-
Dish. She began to comb her Hair
down over her Ears and moved her
Waist-Line up until it was stopped by
her Arms, and she wore long clinging
Raiment and tried to be exactly like
the Slim Sisters that show up in a
Burne-Jones Panel. All this made
Father very Exhausted. Father was
in the Pig-Iron Business and he didn't
think that Art was such a Much. He
said that a Man with silky Jo-Jo's
who painted Dying Sunsets that no one
wanted to buy, was not his pick for a
Son-in-Law. He wanted Aggie TO Sc
lect Practical Mana Brewer, If pos
sible.
There is no telling what would have
happened If a new Disease had not at
tackled Aggie. For one Day, as Father
entered the Drawine-Room he heard a
strange Humping and Pounding over