The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-08-09


All pink and white and fair to view,
She steams away to-day;
See, See! she waves last adieu 2"
Before she fades away.
She steams away so white and pink.
To mountain and ssnshorc,
But sad, alas! 1t Ia to think
How shall come back once more.
Those damask cheeks where no" ehe
blush
Comes fitfully and goes,
AS delicate as mornings fiush
Or golf!ng in the north,
Those damask checks win fade to brown,
Her arms will turn to red,
And she'll come back again to town
An Indian instead,
The sun her auburn locks Will bleacn,
And call the freckles forth
From footing on the southern oeach
Or going in the north
stride three feet in length she'll gain,
And muscles of a churl-
In short, when she comes back again
She'll be different girl
There ia nothing more attractive In wo-
men than straiEhtforwardness and SIN
i ceritv, the quality of being and acting
Emply Will t.Iley Iedlio "a ~ 49,
aster masquerade deccives no one and
adds nothing desirable to the.person who
for the moment assumes an attribute for
,eien to natural disposition or tendency.
Every one knows the story Of the young
girl who heard a lady say she admired
Victor 1Iugo's works. although she had
only read $685." whereupon the girl de-
clared with as casual all ar as she could
assume. that she had only read about
eighty herself" Is there any DOUBT that
those who heard this remark thought less
OF the young girl than If she had frank
" owned that she had not read any OF
the great authors works?
The folly Of pretentiousness is shown
in the case OF another young girl who
went from home to visit some wealthy
friends. Their house was filled with many
luxuries and beautiful things to which
she was not accustomed in her own com"
fortabl pleasant home, and 1t unfor-
tunately became the object Of her visit
to act as If nono Of these things were
novelties to her. To prove her position her
conversation often turned on Persian
rugs, electric bells and French maids.
as things ready to her hand in her every
day surroundings.
When her visit was drawing to close,
her host said to her one day:
Things must have changed at your
house, Anna, since was there, when you
were a baby. ] had hoped to take my
boys and girls there this summer and
show them what happy, wholesome life
is led in dear, old-fashioned home In
the country. such as yours used to be. But
] see I must look somewhere else for
the simplicity of living l prize SO much.
Now there was nothing that could have
delighted Anna more than the prospect
Of visit from these dear friends. Tears
rushed to her eyes and in choking
voice she endeavored to explain that she
had given wrong impression. Her host
smiled and patted her on the shoulder.
Never mind. little girl" he said.
know all about your home and there is no
place that | should rather visit. I only
wished to show you the danger of living
in world Of make-believe Do you
imagine that we should like you any
better II your house was an actual mu-
scum of rare rugs and brio brac, than
we do now, In spite of your efforts to
conceal your real nature? Be your own
self, dear Anna Let your friends love
you for what YOU really are and don't
try to win regard by what you pretend
to he.