Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1906-11-28

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thought me frivoloua,' begged the
nan who had taken her down to din
ner. Il really am worth nay salt
He helped himself to bonbons. Il
have a Mission-if it is not written
on my brow. :"
"A Happy Evenings Mission, or q
Higher Culture Mission, or a Social
tstic Mjssion:' asked the girl he had
taken down and who was Wonderfully
like a Gibson, with her w~eil-coyered
homeless siCnierness; he" artistic bill
lows OF h&ir-it takes q good maid
hours, a a rule, TO arrive at that
acme o. artistic u~3tidiDea&; her col
n">"a5 fveSnr@ss of complexion, ard
beg }le'lFitl> Of diaperjas, combined
lN " !jjtl~ Startling.
ny l:i-sj.n is neither Of these"
J.. =! t4% GInner-Nartner. 1t is my
oTl. liza from the beginning, and I
ss,=N ;"Ir% !, oat with the help Of
tpHs'" ,li#fHnr Cousins. City men who
ha>@ wilkes 1t hampstead. Kewl and
HuI*sG iiill. It is-thank you for
showing 50 much intercst!-a Mis-
sion 70 Suburban Girls
Ais Fair neighbor moved a little
nH2"stlE in her chair and looked at
him under her eyelashes, which were
curved i'll the true G%ibsonian style.
She cyan had the suggestion Of a
double chlli-that is &C Of the dis
tinguiehing marks Of the type.
why Go you think they want a
sliasion-C.' : Missionary" she
asked, 4 little n%eryouSly.
The true eformer always begins
ny feeling his heart burn within him
al The wrongs Of somebody or other,
before he starts setting things right"
said the young man, who had a nice
square head ana a straight nose, and
wore eyering clothes as though he
had been born in them. my heart
burns at the wrongs Of the Suburban
Girl. | stretch cut my spiritual arms
TO Der i'll her darkness; | long to rush
to her aid. She is UNNECESSARILY
further from social civilization than
the Finn, nor helpless than the
Hlnd0o, more to be commissioned
than the KatEr. When / am alone I
hear her saying, Come and help u.s.!
Bridge the chasln, fill in the gulf,
abolish the void. supply the crying
need And with several fellows I
knew at i25on and Sandhurst I am
going to begin directly"
Are they all like you?" asked the
siri he had taken down to dinner.
They had been introduced by a
hostess, who only said with a facial
%convulsjon of the kind usually accept
ed IS q smile: "Miss-ah-ah-I
know you have met Mr.-ah-aham!
He is to take You down to dinner"
And $ 'luttered to the Joining of
other feeding couples,
10y companions in the Mission. .
Like ME? They are, if possible,
even h~andso1ne1,'' said the Mission
airy. IF You will believe it,
"tIoW could IT, There was laugh
te. in her eyes.
Il was careful" explained the Mis-
sionarJ, 10 get a g~ood-lo0king gang
together, because one Of the chief
SORROWS in the life of the Suburban
Girl is the awful ~hideouHness of the
mon. My aunt. you should see the
fellows ! have met at Sunday lawn
paTties--"
AT Hampstead, Kew and Forest
HIP" put in his dinner partner.
He went on, warming with his sub
Ject. They're sallow, that's the city,
and where they've tanned from 2 day
on the liver, or d Srilling lawn tennis
party, the sun Of Hampstead especial
~ is sometimes quite tropical, it's
like coffee split on white blotting
paper. They have garments, w
fully eEp9n"iVe, but not the right
kind. Their necKs are too long or
too short. Their bets and neckties
and hat ribbons, if they wear fiannels,
are dreadful combinations in color.
Ard their idea Of happiness is to get
together and have a game of avn
tennis BY themselves, or talk Stock
Exchange to n another across the
girls they're sitting with. Why do
0 look $3.50 misty about the eyes,
/ haven't unset you, have II"
It's so aWfully-awfully hot" she
murnlured.
They mean we'll, those suburban
Johnnies, and when they marry they
make pattern husbands, I'm told.
But the trouble is, it's all one pattern,
and that isn't a becoming one. .
They've got the state of the
markets Oh the brain, and they can't
help telling YOU the prices of their
helonginGs-from shirt links to mo-
cor car&-and talking a bit old to
a%Stonish You. Oh, | know! I've beeu
looking up my cousins, and l know"
Are your cousins all-'' she be-
gan. and broke Off.
All male? [ told you so. but.
Of course, they've thrown out
branches, olive branches, and some
OF them are uncommonly pretty" said
her dinner partner. "Why don't you
go in for strawberry pudding? It's
one OF the best sweets I know. Don't
say you diet. Nobody diets now.
They eat anything they want to, and
if thew fool upnonofor+oh1o +, -,