Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 24 January 1895 — Page 4
I STROVE WITH NONE.
I strove with none, for 110110 wr.s worth my strife. Nature I loved, awl next to nntnro art. I warmed both hands before tlie lire ol' life."'.
It sinks, and I am ready to depart. —Walter Savage Laijdor.
'BLOOMKUS.
Bol'oro bicycling became a crazo with women there hart never be-on oven so mncli as tlx? shadow of a quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Cranston. But after Mrs. Cranston bought a bicycle and learned to ride well there was a disagreement, which came very near breaking up a happy homo. They had boon married three years, and they had often said that their married life had been one long honeymoon.
Tom had yielded so readily to all of his wife's whims that sho had unconsciously gained an opinion that her word was to him like the laws of tho Medes and tho Persiaus.
But this idea was all knocked to pieces when one morning as they sat at breakfast Mrs. Cranston said: "Tom, I'm going to order my dressmaker to make a suit of bloomers for 1110 today. I do so much bicycling now that skirts are too heavy for me. "What!" shouted Tom, dropping his spoon in the oatmeal.
Mrs. Cranston also dropped her spoon and looked in surprise at her husband. "I said, "sho repeated, "that I was going to get a bloomer suit. What strikes you as particularly strange about that?" "What strikes 2110 as particularly strange?" ho repeated, with a wild look in his eyes. "Do you think for one instant that I will allow my wife to raco around town looking like a lithograph of a variety entertainment? Not much. "But, Tom,'* said Louise in atone that had never failed to persuade her husband that she was right and that ho was wrong, "I don't see why I can't have lloomrs. Mrs. Kj-naston and Airs. Bentiey and Mrs. Jennings all wear them, and their husbands don't object, so why should you?" "It makes no difference why I should," said Tom doggedly. "I don't •intend to have my friends on tho exchange coming to 1110 and saying, 'Tom, I seo your wife's wearing bloomers.' Not if I know it." "But, Tom, sho began, "I"—' "Oh, don't talk any more nonsense, Louise," he broke in. "I am sick of it. You shan't wear bloomers, so that settles it. And Mr. Cranston, whose appetite had been taken entirely away by his wife's announcement, got up from tlio table and started for the door. "Goodby!" ho called from the hall, and then the door slammed, and Louiso sat at the breakfast tablo wondering how it was that sho had never before known that her husband had a will of his own.
She had told all her friends only the day beforo that she would be wearing .bloomers within a week, and when they had suggested that her husband might object sho had said: "What! Tom object? ,Why, he never objects to anything.
And now Tom had absolutely refused to allow her to wear them, with a facial .•expression which showed that he would not stop short of the divorce courts to '•••prevent, it.
Finally she arose from the tablo and went to her room. Sho had an idea which, sho thought, if properly carried out, would gain Tom's consent to the wearing of bloom•*tTS.
Sho wrote a hurried note to her dressmaker ordering a bloomer suit of I a pattern which she had already selected and then dunned her old bicycle suit to pa}' a call to Airs. Kynaston, who *had a husband who did not object to! bioomers.
She (old her troubles to the vivacious Mrs. Kynaston, who was not sparing in In sympathy for the poor friend who had a narrow minded hu :band who ohjeoted to a convenient bicycle dress. 1 "Why, how foolish of him!" sho said. "I don't belicvo the poor man has ever seen a proper bicycling costumo. I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll all go bicycling this afternoon and como back by your houso at just tho timo your husband gets home, and he will see what a bloomer suit looks like."
And so the bicycle party was arranged, and whe*i Thomas Cranston arrived at his homo that evening ho saw five women riding in front of tho house, and four of them woro in full bloomer costume. Tho fifth, who wore skirts, was his wife.
He was not so badly shocked as ho thought ho would 'be, and ho wished that he had not been so decided in his refusal of his wifo's request, but he made up his mind that it would be unmanly to yield after his remarks of the morning, and so, with a bow to his wife and her companions, ho went indoors and began to dress for dinner.
That night Louise again broached the subject of bloomers, but her husband silenced her by saying: "Now, see hero, Louiso, don't speak to mo about bloomers again. You may go in for women's rights if you like, and you may wear standing collars and men's waistcoats, but you shall not wear trousers, even if bicycling does justify it in your eyes. "Trousers!" cried Louise indignantly- "Who said anything about trousers? I was talking about bloomers." "I know you were," said Mr. Cranston, "and please don't talk about them any more. J.'m tired of it, and won't hear it mentioned again."
The next morning when Air. Cranston put 011 his coat to start for his ofiico his wife called him back and said: "Tom, I'll promise never to mention bloomers again, but if you ever change your mind about them pleaso tell me, for I'm really very anxious to wear them. .-,•••:
The smilo which for 2 4 hours had been absent from Tom Cranston's faoo came again, and he kissed his wife. "That's a dear good girl, Louise,"
ho said. "1 hated to refuse your request, but really I don't like the idea of your wearing those-flungs: And now if fcller.0" is anything else you want me to do'for you just name it, and I'll do it."
He went .".way, but returned in a moment and ealled'out: "Oh, Louises I'm going to a dinner at the club toni'Jit, and I want you to have my tiros suit, hand}- when I come• home. Good by. "Now, then," said Louise as sho went up stairs, "I'll see it I can't make Mr. Tom change his opinion about bloomers. That piomise of his was the very thing I wanted."
Tho hour longed for by both came at last. Tom entered the house and rushed to his room to jjut 011 his dress suit. "Oh, Tom!" Louise called whilo ho was dressing. "Come down here. I want you to redeem your promise of this morning and do me a favor. "All right!" he called. "I'll bo down in a minute, and I'll keep my promise.
He found his wife sitting on tho floor with a dress pattern in front of her and dress goods scattered all around. "Well, what's all this?" I10 asked. "Are you making a l'ag carpet? What is it you want mo to do for you? If it's to clean up all this mess here, I shall refuse, for I have sorno work to do next week." "No," sho said, laughing, "I don't want j'ou to clean up tho mess, and I'm not making a rag carpet. I'm making a bicyclo dress, which I must have early tomorrow morning, and I want you to let mo drape the skirt on you so that it will hang all right. I "But, Louise," I10 objected, "I've I got to go out to that dinner at 8 o'clock, and it's now nearly 7. I won't have time. Let tho dress go for tonight. "I can't let it go, for I must havo it tomorrow morning," she insisted, "YTou"ve promised to do what I asked, and now when I want you to do a little thing like this 3-011 refuse, and I think it's real mean."
Airs. Cranston stood up, holding a pattern in one hand and an unfinished dress in the other, and looked as though she were about to burst into tears. "Oh, come now, Louise," he urged impatiently. "Can't 3Tou see that your request is trivial and unreasonable, and I must go to that dinner?"
The tears that had seemingly been held back with such an effort now- became visible and rolled down her cheeks. "I think it's mean," she sobbed. "You promised to do anything I wanted you to, and now you won't keep your word. I've cut up my other dress, and the bicycle party is of just as much importance as your old dinner."
Air. Cranston looked grave. Ho did not Want to lose that dinner, and ho didn't want to break his promise. "How long will this fitting business last?" he questioned after several moments' silence, broken only by the sobbing of his wife. "About half an hour, "she replied, brightening up a little. "Well, then, hurry up," said Mr. Cranston, throwing off his coat and standing erect. 'Bring the thing here.''
And so the gown was put on Mr. Cranston, and Louise dropped 011 one knee and began pinning the draperies in a hurried manner. "You see, Tom," she said as sho! tucked up the first fold and surveyed it with a critical eye, "this is of tho I greatest importance to me, and I know 3*ou will help me out. "U111, was the only answer lier hus- I band made. He was looking straight at the clock and wondering how it was that tin minute hand was moving so fast. Ho thought that tho clock must bo out of order. He pulled out his watch and saw that tho minuto hand there moved with the same railroad speed, and it was 7:.'S0 o'clock. 'Are you anywhere near through?" I10 asked impatiently.
She shook her head and turned her attention to tho dress. Tom fumed as I10 noticed that it was now 7:45. "Have 3-011 any idea how soon you will be through?" I10 asked, with a forced calmness. "Not tho slightest," sho replied in a voice that was either muffled with pins or laughter, Tom couldn't tell which, for she was stooping and studying the hem of tho dress.
At that moment the door opened, and Mr. Kynaston, the husband of Airs. Cranston's bloomer wearing friend, threw open the door and stood gazing in open mouthed astonishment. "Why, Tom, "ho said when he recovered himself, "I thought you were going to call for me if you left down town first? You know you told me so and said if I got ready first I was to come hero and walk right in. Are you going to tho dinner?" "This will bo all ovor tho exchange tomorrow," groaned Tom inwardly. "Yes, I'm going to tho dinner if Louise ever gets through with this misorable skirt," ho added aloud. "Oh, nonsense. Why don't sho woar bloomers? Como on. Wo aro late already, said his friend. "Louiso," whispered Cranston, "if you'll call my promiso off, yon may have the bloomers or anything else you want." "Oh, you dear good boy!" cried Louiso, with well feigned surprise. "Go to your dinner. Now hurry, or you'll be lale."
Then Tom, after kissing her goodby, rushed oil" to the club. Louiso put on her bonnet and went to Airs. Kynaston's house. "Katie," sho cried as her friend welcomed her at tho door, "I'm to havo bloomers.
And then sho told tho story of tho manner in which her husband had been induced to change his mind.
And sho said in conclusion, "I bought the bloomers yesterday, and I'll wear them tomorrow." "You really cried, did you?" asked Airs. Kynaston. "Well, Louise, if you went in for woman suffrage we would havo it in 34 hours. Talk about men's executivo ability! Why, I believo you could make your husband woar bloomers himself. "—New York Sun.
CURRENT COMMENT.
Pay up your little bills, and other people cm pay theirs.—Boston Globe. Tho Russian thistle, pressed and baled, is said to furnish ait excellent substitute for coal.—Iowa State P^egister.
Professor Bchring's competent declaravtion that diphtheria has been conquered is the greatest piece of medical news of the present generation.—New York Telegram.
It has taken science
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cover that kissing is deadly, and it. will take science U.OiKi years longer to get any one to pay attention to the discovery.— Detroit Sun.
Whatever else may bo said concerning the Prince of Wales, it cannot be denied that he has stood tho evil effects of bad company better than most men.—St. Louis Republic.
By a vote of IJ'.US to 7 the congregation of Rev. Erastus Cake of Maysvillo, Ky., refused to accept his resignation. This is one Cake walk that failed to come off.— Washington Post.
Pardoning prisoners is easily done, and the young czar seems to like it. But what Russia needs is more freedom outside of the jails. Will Czar Nicholas yield that? —Baltimore American.
Suing a doctor for carrying contagion is of course an outcome of the germ discovery. Doctors were 110 doubt the common carriers of disease in the good old times.—New York Journal.
Ex-Senator James G. Fair, the bonanza king, is dead. With his niultimillions he ranked 110 better than the wretchedest of tho poor when the grim gleaner got ready to scoop him in.—New York World.
Poor Boston! The police board of that sanctified town has revoked the licenses of Sunday "sacred" concerts, and hereafter Boston will have nothing to do on the Sabbath but sit down and wonder at her own greatness.—Baltimore News.
Renewed efforts to put the Lincoln tomb into the hands of competent trusteeship and to provide funds to keep it in onier should reccivo the hearty support of the people. We do not want to be taunted with meaner meanness than Now York. Chicago Herald.
One of the newly elected New York coroners announces that I10 proposes to conduct the affairs of liis olliccon a strict ly nonpartisan basis. This is cheering. It serves to confirm the popular impression that the grave is a good placo to bury political differences.—Boston Herald.
THE STAMP OF STYLE.
Alaska sable, seal and otter are among the most popular furs for general use. There are many ladies who seem to havo a mania for silk linings. Whatever tho outside of tho dress may be, the lining is of silk.
A popular fancy is tho use of Persian lamb and seal also seal and ermine, the latter being exceptionally elegant for very dressy wear.
Lace sleeves over silk are pretty ana popular. It takes a full yard of laco for each sleeve, the lace only covering the puff and rarely being used on tho cuff portion, as it is so liable to wear.
Some new petticoats aro of satin, with narrow bias rullles bound with the material. Others have rullles with bright ribbon stitched on as binding, and one specially handsome one has the rullles bound with velvet. iBeaver is a popular fur. In golden brown, yellow and tho natural color it is very- much liked and is combined with other furs. As a rule, however, combinations in this material must bo very carefully used to be effective.
An imported skirt, of black moiro has a lining and dust rullles of old rose taffeta silk, and a skirt of India camel's hair is lined with cardinal taffeta, with a dust rufiie made of double rows of black and cardinal taffeta with pinked edges.
Ermine is essentially a full rb-ess material ami is not so .appropriate for ordinary wear as most, other iurs. Indeed it. is like diamonds and point lace, having its special field of use! ulness, outside of which the best taste will never bring it.—New York Lodger.
BILL COOK'S NERVE.
Bill Cook presents tho compliments of the season and says that ho never felt better in his life.—ht. Louis Republic.
Among the other pleasures of Christmas day was the assurance that Bill (.look is in excellent heali h.— Washington Post.
Bill Cook's Christinas greeting to Marshal MoAloster of the Indian Territory takes the prize. Its sender has all the assurance of a brass monkey.—Boston Herald.
The Siloam Springs (Ark.) Herald offers a year's subscription free to the man who brings in the body of Outlaw Bill Cook, dead or alive. There's enterprise. Chicago Dispatch.
Bill Cook has become bold enough to challenge United States authority in an open letter. His challenge should be accepted and tho challenger put to sleep. A government that commands respect from every nation on tho globe ought to muster up strength enough to suppress the "gang."—Kansas City Times.
A ROYAL FLUSH.
Queen Liliuokalani suffers from tho gout. Tho emperor and empress of Russia hope to go to England next summer 011 a visit to tho queen.
King Humbert said recently to a company of editors, "Gentlemen, I havo often said that I should wish to be a journalist were I not a king."
The Empress Frederick is once more residing in her Berlin palace. She has been away nine months whilo family troubles wero being quietly arranged.
The dowager empress of Russia has had an eventful life. .Her father before he became king of Denmark was duke of Sles-wick-1 lolstcin and is so poor that lie gave drawing lessons. His daughters made their own dresses.
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Moral thoughts improvo nobody, not even the person who writes them. A book of notes and impressions which does not contain contradictory ideas is not a sincere work.
Lack of logio is one of tho conditions of charm. Martyrs lack irony, and this is an unpardonable fault, because without irony tho world would bo similar to a forest without birds. Irony is the gayetv of reflection and the joy of wisdom.—"French Folly In Maxims," II. P. Du Bios.
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