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He tore him' from the merry throng
Within the billiard hall;
He was gotten up regardlessly
To pay his early call.
His thoughts were dire and dark within
Discourteous to tate:
"Ah, me, these social debts incurred
Are hard to liquidate."
His boots are Blender, long and trim,
His collar tall and swell,
His hats were made by Dunlap,
And his coats were cut by Bell; -And
symphony in black and white,
"Of our set" the pride,
Yet he lingered on his way
He would that he had died.
His feet caressed the lonely way.
The pave gave forth no sound.
They seemed in pitying silence clothed
West End-ward he was bound.
He approached the mansion stealthily,
The steps looked cold and chill;
He glanced into the vestibule,
But all was calm and still.
He fingered nervously the bell,
His card case in his haud.
He saw the mirror in the hall
Solemn, stately, grand
Suddenly his spirits his rose,
The drawing room looked dim;
The menial filled his soul with joy
With "No ! there's no one in."
With fiendish glee his stole away
His heart was gay and light.
Happy that he went and paid
His party call that night.
His steps turned to the billiard hall,
Blissfully he trod:
He entered, "What, returned so soon?'
Replied, ' She's out, thank God !"
Sixteen cues were put to rest
Within their upright beds,
And sixteen different tiles were placed
On sixteen different heads;
And sixteen men upon the street,
In solid phalanx all.
And sixteen men on duty bent
To pay their party call.
When the fairett of her sex come home
At early dawn, I ween
She slowly looked the cards all out.
They numbered seventeen.
With calm relief she raised her eyes,
Filled with grateful light,
"O, Merciful Fate, look down and see
What I've escaped this night !"
Life.
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"77."
Dr. Humphreys' Specific "77" for grippe and colds is now on every
tongue. It will "break up" an obstinate cold that "hangs on." For
sale by all druggists.
The popularity and fullness of women's clubs show either that
women have much more time or greater patience than men. No
body of men would meet once a fortnight and listen to two or three
of their number lecture on some literary subject for three hours.
The Round Table after an opening paper on some current excite
ment makes the discussion general and the sound of his own voice
pronouncing his own ideas rests each one in turn.
It is quite another thing to listen to an amateur talker on Scott or
Byron or some such author, who is of great importance in a general
way but of none at all after two hours.
The patience is superinduced by a desire for culture, and culture
is supposed to be a knowledge of men who write or have written
books, when they were born, when the died, where they lived, whom
they married or their various amatory episodes, etc. I begin to feel
that the advantages of culture are slightly overestimated. Were
we not just as happy before we knew so much? And were we not
more pleasing in possessing the faculty, which we rapidly lose, of
feminine inconsequence? Perhaps after a while we will have to give
reasons when we change our mind and be confined by the same re
straints that make the mental path of man bo unattractive from a
woman's point of view.
What preacher however eloquent and learned could prevent the
diBsappearance of a congregation from under his nose if his services
lasted more than an hour and a half. Even women would not
stand it long and the second Sunday there would not be a cropped
head in the church.
I used to think the sex had no "esprit du corps." Since becoming
an habitue of woman's clubs I know better. Women will take any
thing from each other for the sake of each other and for culture.
I used to believe in woman's rights. I do still but in an abstract
way. But by an inevitable law of nature before woman governors
and presidents get very plenty I shall not be one of their subjects
Sarah B. Harris.
USB FOR GARTER BUCKLES. y
Miss Renyon writes from New York as follows: An inventive gen
ius with a penchant for creating new things in femenine Iingorie is
indirectly responsible for a rather startling innovation in the way of
birthday presents which is just now occupying the attention of van
ity fair. The enterprising individual aforesaid has rendered that
dainty article of milady's apparel, the jsweled garter, useless by in
venting a stocking which bids defiance to gravity and requires no
greater support than the shapely limb of the wearer. The result is
that the damsels of fashion, who delighted in the jewel studded
buckles which formed part of their wardrobes, find themselves pos
sessed of a great quantity of jewelry for which they have no use,
provided, of course, they avail themselves of the new invention,
which is presupposed. Peculiar use is being made of these buckles
by the more daring queens of society. Recalling that the highest
order of knighthood in the bestowal of the Queen of England in the
Order of the Garter, several dimpled darlings of the 400 have recent
ly created a little order of their own and conferred the suggestive
insignia of Unighthood upon their best male friends.
I first heard of the innovation at the dog show, where several
well known young men who move in the highest social circles of the
metropolis, took me into the secret. One of them wore in his cuff
link buttons fashioned 'from dainty buckles, which had evidently
seen service for at least two yeais. He explained their presence by
declaring proudly that he was the first man in New York who had
received the garter. Being pressed for particulars he explained the
situation as outlined above, and confessed confidentially that he had
another set of cuff buttons at home of like origin. In each instance
the buckles came to him as a birthday present, neatly done up in a
jewel box, tied with blue ribbon and bearing the inscription:
"HoniSoit Qui Mai Y Pense."
On the reverse of the ribbon was the English translation, which
the sender evidently thought necessary:
"Shame to Him Who Evil Thinks."
I am told that the custom-has grown quite popular in the past
few weeks, and that jeweled cuff buttons and scarf pins of this
character will be all the rage during the spring and summer.