The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-20
PULLING WOMAN
Exehsnse of Concerning Her Between One
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I them. appllque-all pulled up because she
| managed to scoop them In a day when
| they didn't happen 10 cost SS.74, and find
| out in the evening that she didn't have a
| single dress 10 go with them: then she
| had to cut right back next morning to the
| most expensive place in town-because the
most expensive place In town Is the only
| place where you safe in selecting what
| they are going TO wear next winter. There
| she proceeds to sink $3.50 In something that
| throws her little old dollars worth OF
silk squares away back in the vacant lot;
then she wakes to the fact that they per-
tain TO a fashion that all self-respecting
| women have discarded three weeks ago.
| and she makes up her mind TO give them TO
| the washwoman part pay the wash
| BILL
! This. mind you, when Maria and I had
mutually made up our minds to a 'wat-till-
! you-have-to-have-it' policy. Why? Because
| by some curious qurk of the feminine rea-
| soning machine, she figures IL out as COM
ing under the head of economy"
! The man on the ground looked at the
i burning end of his cigar.
| Speaking OF nerves." he said gently,
| makes me think Of what came over for
Elizabeth just told me that she didn't in
tend locking up till she found out how
Bobby II doing
The frayed circumference OF the PALM
| leaf fan waited a snort vigorously up into
| the velvet dusk.
] Bobby, Bobby's all right. / suppose
| we have to thank vigiant guardian angel
that the young man has only bruised
\ anatomy and few hard days before him,
in place OF our having "A funeral in the
| family. IL il had gone a little easier with
/ him i suppose I should have felt called
upon to have given him the thrashing of
| his life. AS II is-Well--." The man In the
| hammock wiped the lines OF worry that bit
into the soodnatured oval Of his face.
| The other knew OF the long night of
| patient cooling of the burnt little face with
! olive-oil poultices, of the comforting OF a
| fretting boyish spirit under the hand of
| suffering with a ministration as gentle as
| a woman's.
| Fell down the chute, didn't he?'
! Head first. with bunch of frecrackers
| that his mother had confiscated last
Fourth. going like house.a-flre. He struck
| them off all together, because he expected
/ his mother any moment and he knew his
| mothers views authority. 1t only
| Mrs. O'Mally's triple-sharpened ears that
prevented Bob's making an Indian suttee
| out OF the stable
/ Boys will be boys"
| Some OF them a little higher tinctured
with the Old Nick than others. Bob's all
| right He has the small boys amulet that
beats the feine's nine lives all hollow
| "And the curious part of il is. Elizabeth
| tells me, that when his mother came home
| and found smoke pouring out Of the stable
| door. the fire department in the yard. and
/ Bobby aud the doctor in the paror-with
| Bobby on the ragged edge of his ninth
! life, that ice wasn't in il with Maria.
Elizabeth says il fairly made her shiver,
| the way she sailed into lilly for not keep
| ing track of Bobbys pastimes, and the
/ way she fairly scared Bobby out of the
| breakers back onto solid ground"
Sure" replied the other. Wouldn't that
be exactly the opposite of what you would
have expected OF her. George?' He sat up
| slowly and rubbed the ridge the rope trim
ming OF pillow had left i'm the back of his
| neck George. have you ever found out
| that the only way you can ever read a
woman. is backwards?''
| Il was blessed with five sisters" re-
piled the man on the ground. "and I have
| been married twelve years.
Then possibly you may have found it
out for yourself. But. do you know, have
| just happened this vein of wisdom.
/ And it's astonishing how many old locks
| the key fits into.
That's what makes a woman brutality
| frank to her best friend. and sweetly polite
to ladies of the tabby variety. That's what
| makes her press you TO invite your business
/ friends home unconventonally, and then
! turn blue around the mouth for the even
ing because you didn't tell her the day be-
/ fore so she might have had something
besides cold mutton and odd pieces OF pie
! in the house for supper. That's what
makes her mourn like a woods pigeon over
1 tear in her best frock. and land like
| cyclone on a boy In Bobby's condition yes
terday.
because. George. Bobby is the sun his
mother plays satellite 10. 1t would just
/ about have killed her if-if-well. you
know. if she hadn't succeeded in browbeat-
| ing him back into life. IL may have been
her mothers intuition that made her take
I hold of the situation I'm that kind of style;
( IL may have been. But the more I think
of IL. George, the more / seem to be con-
| WINGED that Maria is merely fraction of
| feminine humanity whose prototype is all
women: women whose prototype is Eve.
! And that all you have to do to arrive at an
accurate conclusion Of the action a wom-
an is going to take in a given emergency
is to think exactly the opposite of what you
might expect OF her."
The chrome-orange tip Of the others
| cigar described a half circle as it's owner
| tossed IL into the weeds preparatory to
departure Possibly" he said, possibly"
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