THE TWO DREAMERS.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XXX, Issue 1513, 10 May 1898, Page 2

THE TWO DREAMERS.

Two Irishmen travelling, came to a very poorly supplied inn. “ What can you give us for supper ?” said they to the lean and shivering landlord. '“l’ve naught in the house but one ;pigeon,” replied he ; “so you must make the most of it between ye.” “ All right,” replied the shrewder of the two ; “ bring up your bird and we’ll divide him.” The dish was accordingly produced, when Paddy turning to his companion said, “ now Mike, I’ve been thinking this ghost of a bird won’t bear dividing ; what do you say for tossing up for it in this way—we’ll £tq to bed, and to-morrow morning, whoever has had the finest drams shall have the pigeon for his breakfast.” The proposal was accepted, and next morning, when the fellow travellers met Paddy took the word and inquired of his companion how he had slept, and what ho had dreamed. , , _ “ Bedad !” replied Mike, “ and didn t I just drame, and wasn’t it a diame that 11 bate hollow every other drame bhativer was dramed. There was I in the very midst of the sivinth heaven, with all "the powers of glory round me, and clouds of angels and archangels and a bewilderment of saints and patriarchs, all making much of me, and hoisting me up, and up, and up, bill I couldn’t go any higher and then I woke.” “ Och, well,” said the other; “ its a strange thing ; but 1 had exactly the selfmeself, and I knows what you says thrue, for I saw ye flying up and up, and I says to meself, ‘ sure, now, Mike s got up as high as that he’ll never be sich a fool as to comedown any more,’so 1 got up and ate the pigeon/

ATTITUDES FOR WOMEN.

THEY HAVE THEIR FASHIONS, LIKE HATS AND WRAPS AND BONNETS. “ Have you noticed the latest fad ?” said a gay girl with laughing blue eyes one afernoon. The man with whom she was talking followed the direction of her glance and saw a group of half a dozen fashionably-dressed young woman talking with a single naval officer, whom they had got all to themselves. “ You mean ” “ The attitudes, of course. Don’t you see that every one of those girls is standing with her arms akimbo?” “ Why, so they are !” “ Well, that is the very newest thing. In order to make tho balloon sleeves look as big as po-sible the proper fashion is to put the hands on the hips. Observe the effect now when I do It !” “ I shouldn’t think that was necessary." “ Oh, that is because you don’tunderstand Everything is necessary that is the fashion ; it is even done at meals.” “ I don’t think I’ve observed it." “Of course not. Men have no eyes. But when you go into dinner presently take notice, and you will see that the accepted form is for a woman to hold her left arm akimbo, the hand on the hip, while she eats with her right hand. All the sweetest girls doit.” You don’t, I suppose ?” “ I haven’t adopted it at meals Just yefc, but lam trying to learn. You see, it is rather uncomfortable at first. Butl dare say it comes easy after a while.” “I neverheaid of anything more absurd.’’ “ Every new fashion is absurd until one gets used to it. I have been practising lately standing with my arms akimbo. The first time mamma saw me do it she was startled. She called me to her and asked me if I was trying to look like a milkmaid.” “ Tho attitude is certainly not a graceful one.” “ That doesn’t make the slightest difference so long as it is the accepted form. If you possessed any powers of observation you would have noticed long ago that attitudes for women alter from time to time like any other styles. Mamma says that when she was a girl she was taught that the only correct way for a lady to sit was with her knees and feet close together. Such a thing os crossing tho legs was considered altogether impossible. Even gentlemen avoided that position because it was too deyayd. “ Certainly no such ideas govern now.” “ They are out of date, of course. I can myself remember when divans came into fashion, and I suppose thatit was onacoount of them to some extent that women got into the way of lolling when they sat. At all events, of late years it has been considered entirely proper for ladies to cross their knees in public, and when I was in Boston two or three years ago I came across something quite new to me then in the way of a fad. it was practised extensively by the women who thought they had pretty ankles.” “ What was it !”

“ Why, it was simply to cross the legs and lift the skirt in such a manner when sitting down at to display a liberal bib of ankle. Could anything be more absurd t” “ I should think nob, considering the fact that they were Boston ankles,” said the young man. “You are a horrid sarcastic creature I” responded the girl with the blue eyes.—Washington Star.