Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 20, Number 95, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1899 — A Woman's Privilege. [ARTICLE]

A Woman's Privilege.

Jack was very indignant. “What do you mean?” he said to his fiancee, “by throwing kisses at my chum; and when I'm with him too?” “Why, Jack, I never did. I threw them to you.” “Blamed funny if a girl can’t even throw kisses straight.”—Detroit Free Press.

Modem Damascus. Compared with Jerusalem, Damascus is Parisian. The Jerusalem air presses heavily with Us melancholy past Half a score of sects make it a rendezvous for pillage or for mummery, and its memorials of imperishable events have to be looked at through the dust of perished dynasties. It is mystic, solemn, arcane. Damascus is practical, positive and even merry. The wail of Israel sounds along the arid valleys of Zion, but Damascus sings a voluptuous carol by means of Its ice-cool, fabled river. The tinkle of its bells mingles forever with the gargle of its waters, and above all you hear the silvery laughter of the Syrian girls and catch -the dancing humor of their dark eyes through their little veils. Jerusalem has its austere character to sustain. Its temples are tombs. Its weight of poignant history keeps It grave. But in Damascus you are under nb obligations to the paat that the present cannot make you forget. Its innumerable shuttles and armories call yon back to the bustling exigencies of life. The coffee bazars defy melancholy. So this stranded city on the shores of time—the gold on whose mosques never corrodes—basks in the sun and eats figs merrily, just as it did when Saul of Tarsus journeyed that way.—Harper's Magazine.