Forgiving Women.

Bush Advocate, Volume IX, Issue 796, 24 June 1893, Page 5

Forgiving Women.

Certain sins of omission and commission thei'o are for which there is neither forgivenesß nor absolution. A woman will forgive the man Bhe loves for squandering her fortune, destroying her pence of mind, dishonoring the namehe has given her, but woe be unto him if lie forgets to Kiss her good-bye when he uoee down town in the morning, says the Wew York " Sun." He may take off his coat, roll up his shirt sleoveß, take a week off for it, bay flowere, bonbons, theatre tickets { be so good and penitent that he doesn't know himself and has to be introduced to his mirror every morning— he can't make that right until the crack oi doom. She never forgives and forgets that, oven if she says she does. Another unpardonable sin is to ppell a man's name wrong. You may tread on his toes, steal his umbrella, cheat him, give him tho wrong points on the races, but don't spell hie name wrong if you desire him for a friend. A woman never forgives a rnnn for criticising her perfume ; a man baton the fellow that runs down the brand of oigarß he likes. A woman may forgive the man who puts his umbrella down where it will drip all over her in the car ; she never forgives the woman that sits down next to her with a dress that spoils hers. A little woman rather likes to bo called a pussy or a, chicken by a big, good-natured man, but she never iorgives him if he calls her a cat or an old lion. She never forgives the woman that coaxoß her servants away by offering them bettor wages, or the woman who knows her age and tolls it, or the woman the man she liken] admires and praises, or the woman who always looks a little finer, dreeses a bit handsomer, doeß thingß a shade better than she can herself. Wo all know that woman and hate her, while we smile into her eyes and kiss her good-bye, acknowledging ourselveß her interior. No woman sits down and bewails her inability to wear the Astor diamonds or to rival the famous beauties of the world, but it v the woman who buys the more gowns than we can afiord, who keeps two servants when we have only one, who fades our pinks with her rosei, and dulls our charms with her graces, whom it is hard to forgive as we would be forgiven.