Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-04-10

over such shops? and the picture gall
leries, the book stores, the nigh art shops.
l as in q store Saturday where there
was nothing exhibited but pictures
framed, decorations Tor manteis ana
shelves and ornaments for the study. L
picked up bl0ttlng pad, three leaves OF
ragged edge DlOtt!ng paper, cover or
beautifully mingled silver and paIest
blue, with few vaguely outlined de-
sigus Of dog wood blooms aced on the
cover. Price s. 30, and then ! went
into a flower store where all the hot house
floral dehcaces OF the season were walt
! INK purchasers. Great plumes or white
and purple lilacs, golden rod. the superb
. new rose, the american Beauty dou-
bic white tulips, oX-eyed daisies and not
I pOsy for less than - cents Mower.
On how tine il is to be in New YORK and
see only tue fair and prosperous crust, to
| forget the misery and crime and
starvation that lie III
/ vermlny sQuirm at its rotten sneart. The
playI On yes, went to see Dlxey play
"AdOnis," that is, the great burlesqUe
that has been running even on at little
theatre in Broadway for the last two
years. He mas been playing 1t so long
and steadily-every night. you know
that they say be often torgets his lines. In
one act ne gets himself up In fac simile OF
! Irving, takes big milk can under bis
Al IA anu LAEH- NAtu AuC ldIAOA5 AlANLs -tNAt
and stump, known as the Irving stage
walk, he comes down the stage and sings
his great song, "Its English, quite Eng
lish, you know"
A DRAMATIC READING.
One afternoon | went to a private house
! in Thirty fifth street to dramatic read
! ing given by Miss Anna Warren story.
! SUCH readings are quite the fashion in
New York, are arranged by the friends Of
! The reader, with invitation tlckets-at 81
/ apiece-and take place at some friends
house. always in the afternoon. The read
/ ing was very fine. Miss Story has been
seen in Savannah with Lawrence Barrett,
/ Janauschek and Tom keene. She is, as
! you know, a charming actress. The thing
! that struck me most was the freshness OF
/ the prOgramme-tbe very latest prose,
the poems with the dew still on them. In
! New York things to 90 at all must be hot
/ Oh the griddle, 30 to speak. You must
/ live up to and ia the very present mo-
ment There is no yesterday. Your
mama has to be caught fresh. l like it.
| 1t agrees with ones moral and mental
! digestion better than yesterdays stale
| bread.
! One morning l trundled through the
| Bowery, through Pearl street down to
! Franklin square in search of the great
| publishing house Of Harper Bros.
/
| sweet-mouthed woman with lot of gray
! hair piled up on her beautiful head-nO
| less person than Miss Mary Booth, the
editor of Harper's Bdzdr. l climbed up
| into room, rammed, crammed, and jam
med with books, across a dingy little iron
bridge of signs, up dingier flight Of
| stone and iron steps, and tapped at the
| door of a small and dingy Office where the
| distinguished author and editor sat at
her desk, dipping her pen into brilliant
! ink and covering long yellow sheets Of
/ paper with her fine, legible writing. But
the pen was put aside, and what a royal
! welcome hadi 1t is bleak night out
| o'dOOrs. The wind screams at the win
! dow and hammers on the tin roof. The
| rain rushes in tumultuous sally under
! the caves, but the thought of that heart
warming welcome blOts out the night.
Why cannot all of the great and success
| full ones be as kind and frie ndly and beau
tiful-mannered as Miss Mary Booth?
! Miss Booth is tall, essentially gentle,
| kindly and womanly; has the sOftest heart
| | ever touched, an indescribably sweet
and piquant mouth and smile. The gra-
| cious and high-spirited integrity OF her
character pervades her speech and action
as the perfume does the jasmine flower.
! she is held in highest honor in New York.
! The Harpers give her salary Of $1,000 or
SO 0CO a year, and her literary opinions
are Justly feared and valued. she has
translated many books, aud written many
more. Her "HstOry of New York" was
| begun when she was only Is. Last win
ter she came TO New Orleans, and 1t was
the first holiday she had taken in nine
| teen years. Miss Booth and her lifelong
friend and adopted sister, Mrs. Wright,
live in big roOmy old frame house in
! Flfty-niRth street. The General" lives
with them. Gen. Mufy is one OF the most
distinguished cats in the country. He is
/ big, blue, as wlse-lOOking az an editor
and his two front paws are delicately tip
ped with white, as if he had been tp-toe-
ing in the pan OF cream. He wears a
! lovely ruffled collar Of real Nalencennes
pinned about his neck, and every Satur-
/ day night he stalks down the shiny, we'll
/ waXed stars and takes his place in the
| drawing groom where, in company with
his mistress and Mrs. Wright he receives
! all the lions and lionesses, aud all toe
! cubs VINO hope some day to grow into
/ lions.
tis big, roomy old house and the
/ waxed stairway shines like a polished
mirror under the soft lights, and the home
! ~ face of Lincoln stares round at you
! from the wall. The drawIng-rOOm lead
! ing into the CHEEKY dining-roOm with its
! quaint inches, and cosy furnishings opens
/ on the lett of the hall. 1t is a wide, cool,
]
! fopperv Of small tables, tdies and cart
1 loads Of china-ware. There 10 an upright
piano. some fine prints on the walls some
/ tall. old fashioned mirrors. plenty of books
and big cosy chairs, some curlOsities
brought from New Orleans-including an
Indian basket given her by pearl Riv-
ers." There is a quaint mug full OF
pussy Willows" sent BY Mary wilkins,
! Miss Booths favorite contributor of sto-
ries TO the Bazdr. Gen. Muf, a mlnia-
ture lion, lashing his blue tail, stands on
the table. His picture and a sketch Of his
life will shortly appear in ,iarper's YOunG
PeOple. at which the General is greatly
! pleased. But for the fact that his collar
has gone awry, which gives him a sadly
rakish look, be would be a very literary
! looking Maltese indeed.
The mistress OF this charming old bone
wearing trailing satin gown with a tichu
OF white lace crossed over her gentle
breast, moves about among her guests.
Her full, low voice IS like music, and her
royal, sweet smile fills one with content.
/ The General noses around, selects a guest
with an utter air OF keen discrimination
as To laps, Dounces into that guests lap
and stays there IN state otserene appre-
ciative wakefulness for the rest of the
| evening; and then by and by we all drift
! out into the dining-roOm where white
/ capped maid serves tea aud cake. The
cake is m silver baskets and the tea i'm
] la old ohf rn ny1r Q uf