The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-07-05

of this occult connection between the
Gays of the week and their senti-
ments. Indeed, they may even go so
FAR as to deny that such a connection
exists at all, but women who know
lot about men that men don't know
about themselves understand it. Any
fairly popular girl can make out d
calendar Of her beaux, from the
nights that they come a-viSiting, and
tell you with almost exact certainty
what they will do. And there you
are, as Mr.. Henry James says, when
he presents the uneXplainable.
FoH instance, the Monday night
beau is almost invariably the family
friend. He is somebody you went to
dancing school with, and made mud
pies with, and he calls you Mamie, or
sadie, and criticiseS the way you 10
your hair, and wonders why you let
that young fool Snigsby hang around
you. He comes to see you for
variety of reaSons-fOrce of habit;
because he was tired and wanted
somebody to talk with; because he
was hungry and wanted some home
cooking, or because he has quarreled
with his best girl and wants some
body to sympathize with him and tell
him how to square himself.
The Monday night beau regards his
Monday night girl as a sister, with
out a sisters Candor, and is so little
sentimental that the family never
think of getting out of his way and
giving him a chance. Occasionally
| he does propose, but when he does
it is more from a dread of having all
pleasant relations disturbed than from
passion. II the girl says yes she
goes through life with Il husband who
is like a nice, companiOnaDle, ndul-
gent brother, but if she says no he
sinks without reproach back into ms
old position, and il the girl marries
and he doesn't he may keep up the
Monday night calling as long us he
lives. The Frenchman who refuses
to marry his fiancee because if he did
SO he would have no pleasant place to
spend his evenings was induUably
Monday nighter.
The Tuesday night beau is the duty
beau. He calls upon you because he
must, because he owes you d dinner
visit, or an opera-boX call, or because
he doesn't want his name scratched
when you make out your invitation
list for the winter, or the weeks end
in the summer. His visits are abso-
lutely impersonal. He would just as
soon talk to your another or your
schoolgirl sister, or a wax dummy,
and the conversation is nice and pro-
per, and what they call elegant in
female Summaries. You discuss the
weather it has been a gay reason or
dull one, were you at Blank 5 recep-
ton, the sensational engagement CT
your dearest enemy, the last new
ball, and the last new play, and then
he tears himself away and goes on his
heroic round of duty. Sometimes you
may fancy for a moment that he is
about to get sentimental but he
thinks better of it, and decides Ia
wait until he can look your papa
up in Bradstreet's.
The Wednesday night beau is the
candy and Violets, and theatre beau.
Life wouldn't be worth living with
out him, and sometimes he makes it
mighty dull to live with him, but he
is generally more interested in girls
appetite than he is in her heart and
his presence means nothing. He is
generous and wholesOuled and jolly,
and he adores making women happy
and giving them a good time but ne
has no deep designs on their hearts,
You never find sentimental notes hid
den in his roses or candy, or have him
whisper imprisoned words of love
over a lobster. He loves the Sex as Il
sex, but not as individuals. If hI
could marry hundred wives he
would be a marrying man, but as he
can't he is apt not to marry at all, SC
when the Wednesday night beau bOhs
up with his invitations to do sOme-
thing, a wise girl takes his attentions
at their face value and saves her
heart for somebody else.
The Thursday night beau is what
may be called for want of better
turn, the rusher, and his attentions
are equivalent to a certificate of ac
knoWledged belledOm. There are GER
tain men who never pay a girl any
attention until they have to fight their
way to her theatre chair, and who
would not dance with her to save her
life until she is so besieged with
partners that she has to cut every
waltz into mincemeat. Once let that
happen however, let her arrive, let
her be celebrated for beauty or wit,
or grace or money. and they camp
in her parlor, and are hot on her
trail from morning until night. The
Thursday night beau belongs to this
class of sheep. He is frequently faS-
cinating, and always dangerously
hattering, for he has, in turn, passed
upon succeeding generations of debu"
tanteS, and he does not hesitate to in
innate that you are the queen of all
the rosebud garden of girls. He is AN
adept at making love, at breathing
vows IJldI JuSl SlOD SllOII OI IL pro-
posal and whispering words that
might mean anything and mean moth
ing; and if mamma knows her bust
ness she takes her knitting and stakes
out her claim in the back paTlor on
Thursday evenings.
The Friday and Saturday night
beau are the universal beau, the sort
of young men to whom peach
whether it is on the top of a tree or
in basket with a piece of red mos
quito netting over it, a simple peach
is, and nothing more. These may be
trusted to make love to every woman
under 70 that they meet. They do
this not because they are in earn
est but because they are under the
impression that you have to make
love to a woman, like you have to
shake q rattle before a baby to keep
it quiet. Also, their conversational
repertoires are limited, and whether
they come to see you and spend the
evening, or you sit out a dance with
them under the palms in the conser-
vatory they are safe to murmur the
same passionate things about life be-
ing a bowling desert without you, and
you putting your little hand in theirs
and leading them up to the higher
life and it always seems to me that