Burlington Hawk Eye, March 2, 1890

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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - March 2, 1890, Burlington, Iowa BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 2, 1&80.-EIGHT PAGES. usual ties, ana the determination CRtave “a good time'' with which young women always visit our gay capital, all conduce to a very mixed and somewhat lawless tone of social affairs, and few women returning home after a Washington season fail to bring a budget of adventures I wherewith to enliven the mystic hour of hair brushing just before going to bed, the hour when no woman can resist telling her dearest friend the very profoundest secrets of her heart. I will confess that some of these confidences imparted to me have been the cause of no little amusement when I chanced to hear the other side of the story first; as, for instance, when a dear friend and comrade of my own confided to me his desperate attempts to outstay another man while both were railing upon a girl staying with her married sister, and how, as he could not approach the girl, he devoted himself to the married sister to fill up the time. He finally succeeded, and while his rival made his adieux to the lady of the house, h managed to say the word he wished to the younger sister. This was all very well, but a day or two later the married sister came to see me, evidently bursting with some secret she wished to confide. I gave her the opportunity, and the dear little soul told me with tears in her eyes that she really didn’t know what to do, and was so afraid of the future, and what if her husband should see how it was, and— oh dear! she didn't know how to say it, but actually Mr. So-and-so wa3 frantically, yes, absolutely frantically, in love with her; had declared himself, and said, oh, such things, and it was not to be denied that he was very handsome and distingue, and she couldn’t help pitying him, and did I think it was safe for her to receive him again, “Not that I am afraid of any sort of weakness on my own part, but there is Phyllis, you know, and I couldn’t have her see anything not quite correct in my house.” I gravely thought over the situation for a moment, and then suggested that if she always included Phyllis in the interviews when this gentleman called I did not see that there could be a chance for any freedom of speech, and his frightful designs would be thwarted without any open rebuff. “And it will be so delightful to tantalize him, by always letting him in and having him always find Phyllis at my side,” exclaimed my lady, beaming with delight. And the consequences were that my friend wooed Phyllis quite at his leisure and married her from her sister’s house. A somewhat similar instance comes to my mind. It so chanced that at a time and a place both far removed from the present I had reason to believe that a certain person had something to say to me which I did not wish to hear; in fact, it was a proposal of marriage, and no right minded woman ever wishes to subject a man to refusal. Accordingly I kept out of his way as much as possible, hoping that some newer fancy would supplant the old; but one night at the opera he entered my box, evidently determined to manage a private word with me before he left. A nice little girl was under my charge for the evening, and I called her to sit beside me, tho gentleman who accompanied us being at the back of my chair and absorbing all the attention I could spare from Patti. The evening went on and went off, and the unfortunate aspirant as we left the box managed I to slip a penciled note into my hand, declaring that—well, never mind that part; but a proposal of marriage is always a proof of sincerity. Now fancy my astonishment at my little friend, with smiles aud blushes, thanking me for her delightful evening, and consulting me as to whether papa and mamma would allow her to be engaged to So-and-so. “Engaged to him, my dear childl” exclaimed I. “Has he asked you to be?” “Well, all but! He is only waiting for a little encouragement. He has made love to me all the evening,” faltered the poor little thing; and I ordially exclaimed: “Marry him by all means, dear, when he asks you, but I wouldn’t do anything to encourage him. These foreigners do not understand our artless American fashions.” He never proposed, and she was a good deal surprised, but finally married far better. If women could divest themselves of their vanity in this matter they would be self deceived far less often than they are. No matter how pretty and attractive you are, my dear, there are in every assemblage from twenty to fifty women equally so, and it is not likely that any man, except one who seriously wishes to marry you, will spend much time or trouble in a vain pursuit. If you don’t like his manner or what he says, show yourself careless and indifferent; do not resent, and do not argue. Behave as if all he says is a twice told tale for which you do not care. My word for it, he soon will leave you, and go to say the very same things to the girl across the room, and to-morrow night to somebody else. Make a graceful little spring to the window seat or some other pedestal and you will soon see him trotting contentedly round the comer on the lookout for some easier fun. OU DI PIMPLE, HEV IS MI, THEEm BEHEWH8 cornier. Se Believes Mrs* Frank Leslie— Women Love to Think Themselves In Danger—The Latin Tongues —“I Kiss Your Feet,” A Bai Habit of Introspection Inherited from Hie Middle Ages—The Christian Who Works Hard for Christ. ^Copyright, 1390.] fO DOUBT there are wicked mm in the world, no doubt there are tempted women, and no doubt, alas, there have been many good but weak women who have almost in their own de-spite been led 1    into wickedness by bad men. There is another and more cheerful side to the question, however, and I have often been quietly amused both in our own and other countries by watching the elaborate defenses set up by women whom nobody attacked, and the flight of lier whom no man pursued. Sometimes the man, perceiving the consternation his idle compliments have aroused, cannot resist the amusement of heightening the effect, and throws so much fervor into his tones and so much languishment into his glances that the flattered, fluttered object of them all feels herself a perfect prodigy of virtue and resolution that she still resists such terrible attacks. Sometimes, however—and this, perhaps, more frequently than the first—the l»oor man has no idea of a pursuit, either real or pretended, and is only trying to make himself agreeable according to the masculine idea; for it is a mortifying truth that most women are ready to swallow flattery in as large and as unadulterated a dose as they can get it, and the average woman finds nothing incredible in the idea that she alone of all the women he has ever seen is the one capable of controlling his wayward heart and guiding his erratic life into some calcium lighted bower of rosy and heavenly delight. Most women over twenty-five will recognize this little outline of a story to which they have often listened, and I hope that most of them do not need my assurance that in the vast majority of cases theso fine professions mean literally nothing; but to the sweet, credulous souls who do believe, or, who without even the excuse of these banal professions, chose to regard every man who speaks civilly to them as an aspirant for their favor—to the sisterhood of hares who fly because they fancy the shadows are pursuing them, to all these let me say: “Don’t be afraid, my dear! He won’t bite!” Did you ever watch a playful dog chasing a cat? He doesn’t want to catch her, but he likes to see her run; while she remains upon the ground scudding from point to point, and turning to shriek defiance at him, and glare at him with great, green, frightened eyes, he will set up his ears, erect his mane, lash his tail, prance, curvet, bark, growl, show his teeth and simulate sc far as his size allows a very ferocious beast of prey, thirsting for the blood of his What Glady* Said. Said Gladys, with a smile of bright disdain, (The season is her first; she knows not yet Hie sweet and bitter uses of her reign. The perils in her frowns and dimples sat$ Said Gladys, (and I heard her little foot Beat its impatience sn the favored ground, The while I longed to button up that boot With kisses from its toe to ankle round;) Said Gladys, (and I listened, who would sot! Watching those lips that might a saint beguile)— What did she say? Really, I can't tell what— I'm only certain that I saw her smil* I But lot puss, instead of amusing and Beading him on by her flight aud defiance, quietly get out of his reach, plimb a fence, a tree, a window seat, )UDd she may sit there in perfect serenity as long os she likes, curling her pretty paws under her breast, purring gently, and dreaming of unlimited cream, while Master Dog, Anding no more excitement in the chase, gives a few disappointed little barks and trots off to search for more easily terrified pussies in pastures new. One trouble in this course no doubt is that many women prefer the mimic terrors aud the constant retreat and advance of this sort of show fight to the oalm security of the window seat, with the dog gone away; and certainly an utterly secluded safety is apt to be a little monotonous. To such I would say: Don’t you believe a word he says! He don’t mean it. And especially I would say this to my traveling sisters. Frenchmen, Spaniards and Italians, with their various race blanches, are as a rule very agreeable men to encounter in society, but they have literally no appreciation of that uncompromising sincerity which is the boast of the Saxou race. With a man of the Latin race a spade may be called almost anything but a spade, and he takes it tor grained that if ho calls it a moonbeam you know perfectly well that it isn’t one, and that to call it so is “only his fun.” With a man of this blood his first obligation toward women is to make himself agreeable, to put them into good humor, and to say the sort of things they like to hear. In New York the I gentleman sends or carries French can-I dies to the lady he wishes to please; the Frenchman does the same thing, with a difference, for the sweetmeats he offers are verbal, and rather understood than seen, and he is as much surprised at being misunderstood as the first man would be if the recipient of the candies should indignantly deciare that he had offered to maintain her. The Spaniard tells his guest that his bouse, his horses, his hereditary jewels are yours and yours alone, but the few persons -who have tried to take him at his word have seen cause to deeply regret their credulity. The cavalier who makes a morning call, or writes a note of inquiry after the ball, declares that he “kisses tile feet” of the lady he addresses; but if she held out a foot to accept the proffered salute, he would retreat in alarm, thinking she had gone or wished to insult him. In the same spirit he tells nearly every young sud good looking woman he sees that he could not sleep last night for thinking of her, that if he had met her earlier in life he should have been a different Qian, that if she is so unkind and cold toward Him he shall be driven to desperate courses, that when she is present the other women fade into insignificance, be does not know whether the prima linaiia is singing well or ill *be^uise all his attention is fixed upon her eyebrow,1 or her waist, or her ear, etc., eve., etc, Moot of the women who read this can filirgo the list indefinitely, and many of the men will wonder if I mean Hmm. Bat I don’t mean anybody in particular so much as nearly everybody in general when Qooe you get away from English ■peaking men. In this country Washington society ■early reproduces the same Mate of * the mixturgrof nationalities In Si*    TTT* end irresponsibility always Work That Count*. A conference of women was recently called to discuss the following subjects The condition of women and children in factories; of women prisoners and lodgers In the station houses, and of children in the primary schools. The ladies calling the conference have undertaken to interest their sex generally in these subjects. They will endeavor to secure tho co-operation of women everywhere in getting matrons for police stations and women factory inspectors. This is work that counts, and it is through ways like this that woman will come to her kingdom and take her right place in tho world. _ Dr. Alice Bennett has been for ten years resident physician in the female wards of the state insane asylum of southeastern Pennsylvania, and has entire charge of her department. Dr. Bennett has lately been unanimously elected president of the Montgomery County Medical society. This is the first time a woman has been president of a medial moiety in Pennsylvania. A Forcible Suggestion. “Well, Pat,” said the lawyer to hie client, who had just been convicted, “I did the best I could for yon.” “An’ wa3 thot the best yea could do?’ “Certainly.” “Wull, begorrah! the prosecute attorney ought to pay yez a salary to defend cases, thin he wouldn’t have any work to do at all, at nil ” Mn rho nj Traveler.PART ONE I THE BURLINGTON HAWK EYE. I Pages ! to 4. ;

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