Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 January 1880 — GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES. [ARTICLE]

GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES.

A German Discovery. * A German physician who has given mnch attention to the subject has come to the conclusion that the only way to preserve peace among the women of a household when, as in weather like the present, they are kept within doors, is to oblige them to absolute silence. When women are much thrown together their tongues, he says, should remain in a state of perfect quiesbence. They may converse with each other, if necessary,by means of signs and symbols, but should on no account utter a word. He has found by experience that this regimen, when strictly adhered to, produces the happiest results. In one or two cases he has actually known feelings of mutual regard and esteem to arise between women who could not open their mouths previously without disagreeable consequenoes. Their appetites also improved in so marked a degree that they could go on eating luncheon till tea time. —Pall Mall Gazette.

Stumbling Into a Marriage. A comely young maiden, fresh from the shores of Old England, arrived in this city on her way West to join her brother, who lives in a small town in Ohio. When she arrived here she concluded to stop over one train and visit her cousin, who is employed at the coke-ovens on Mount Washington. After the greetings were exchanged she went to the depot aiid found that she had missed the train. As she was a stranger in the city she determined to return to her cousin’s boarding-house and await the next train. She again ascended the mountain, and while on her way she passed around the corner of a stable and stumbled against a stalwart puddler, who is likewise a German, and bears the name of Latherbaugh, and who was coming from the opposite direction. He apologized for tho aooident, and, being struck with the English maiden’s appearance, stopped for a moment. Then a conversation was had, which ended by Latherbaugh accompanying her to her cousin’s house. In half an hour after they had reached the boarding-house they were betrothed. The happy German immediately started out in quest of a minister, and in a few moments the silken knot of matrimony was tightly tied.— Pittsburgh Gazette. Not a AValkist. It is a shame to give the Oakland girls away in this manner, we know, but our chief object in printing the following truthful story is to warn them of the danger they run when they venture to wear short walking dresses on this side of the bay. The other morning a belle from the city of water-sprinklers stepped into a Market street car, and was at once the object of the most profound attention on the part of all the other passengers. “Make room for this lady,” shouted the conductor, with unusual alacrity. “Move up there, gentlemen. ’Bout time you sat down for awhile, ain’t it, miss ?” he added.

“She’s just put up to go—ain’t she?” said one man to another, admiringly. The young lady thought these city men were getting more impudent than ever, but then they had pretty good taste, after all, so she looked out of the window and sa : d nothing. “Doesn’t look quite as much pulled down as I expected,” said another man, critically. “Poor thing, I wonder if she liad to do it?” said an old laly, compassionately, as she took out her spectacles, “and whether they paid her a big share of the money ?” “Don’t suppose she’ll get over it for a month,” remarked a man on the platform; “the way it blisters and bunions them up is just awful.” “Madam,” said one of the kind of young men who suck the heads of small canes for a living; “Madam, may I ask what your score was?” “Sir,” said the Oakland siren, frigidly, “are you addressing me?” “Yes, ma’am—l—jou are one of the female walkers, aren’t you?” “Do you wish to insult me, you brute? Is there no police officer araund?” screamed the objeot of so much comment. “Beg v’r parding, mem,” put in the conductor. “It’s all a mistake, mem; but you see y’r feet misled us.” And the young lady flounced out like a hurricane on its last lap. She will wear a trail over her nnmber elevens after this, however. San Francisco Post.

Mrs. Grant. A lady writer in the Denver Tribune g ves a somewhat lengthy account of the early married life of Gen. and Mrs. Grant that puts the lady in a very favorable light. “There was a time,” she goes on to say, “when the Captain had a bad run of lack. Things went wrong, and he was pretty poor, so Julia—Mrs. Grant- -and the children were home at her father’s. We were all going to a hop given by the officers, and, of course, wanted her to go, too. She wished to go, I know, but she had no dress she good enough to wear. * * * We did all we could to coax her to get ready. Her eyes filled with tears, and to hide them she picked up her baby, who was playing at her feet, and began to caress him. ‘ Never mind, Ulie,’ said she, turning to us with a smile, ‘ papa may be President of the United States one of these days, and then we will have plenty of dresses.’ Nothing was more unlikely then, and yet it has all come to pass. * * * She was always one of the sweetest-tempered, sincere, single -minded girls among ns, and now, for all the difference that has grown up between herself and some of us, it really does not make a particle of difference in her. She never comes here without hunting ns all up, and for any change in her manner toward ns she is just about the same os she was long ago when we all played together as girls.

She is not one of the changeable sort; in fact, she never was. When Capt. Grant was poor, the poorest day he ever saw, she seemed jnst as proud of him, just as admiring, as she does to-day. What would spoil another woman doesn’t change her one bit. She will come back after visiting the * high mightinesses’ around the world precisely as she went away, and quite as ready to fall back into the old groove as though nothing of the kind had happened.”