The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-23

overgrown with ferns. The smallest ferns
of the brooks and the woods, mingled with
delicate orchid or two and green mosseS
were ranged about miniature pool of
water, which formed the central decoration.
A delicate maiden-hair fern planted in a tiny
vase of china stood by each plate as the
breakfast favor Throughout the meal the
color green was preserved as far as possible
all the fruit being served surrounded by
fern fronds. The pretty girl who gave the
breakfast wore gown of fern green China
silk, which made her look like a wood god
dess whose skin the sun had graclously for
borne to tan. Fern seed, which is tabled to
make one invisible, was flung in laughing
ceremony over the group to make its session
the more confidential the ban being re-
moved later, when some tennis players be-
gan to show on the lawn ready for game
Breakfasts where all the decorations were
of striped or IS have been given, and vari-
alton, still following the fancy for green
things, as an oak lunch, oak leaves supply
ing the basis of the trimmings.
There is a woman whom one often sees
walking on lower Broadway who seldom
fails to attract attention. There is reason
in looking at her, too, for she is one of the
most successful women of the city. Her
figure is tall, slight and straight as a bit of
iollCC"OOd lulu CNOS Ill . DliCh rs SlOtS,
her hair white as snow, and she has the clear
pink and white complexion that few girls
preserve much beyond 20. She is As years
old, maybe, but she has fresh, ingenious
ambitious expression, as If her life were all
before her and she were eager to begin. 1t
is this happy look of eager work, almost of
aspiration, that causes the eye to rest upon
her long Many man looks at her and
thinks for hours at his desk afterward that
m ba tOO had i6aalc FrDar hCnafnl q
dence in the eyes and about the mouth of
Is would not Impress him, but when he sees
it at middle age he fretS himself with won
dering where are all the grand thoughts
that used to haunt him. Here is a woman
who has lived and yet has not forgotten how
to dream.
When Vassar was opened a quarter of a
century ago this woman was young, and
the establishment of the first college for
women was to her as if an angel had held
out to her in his opened hand that for which
she had most lonGed. She was consumed
with ambition for a high career and her
chance had come. She dreamed or the girls
in college halls as favored mortalS who wore
long robes like nuns and walked i'll a maze
of learned thoughts and plans for high
deeds. She passed the entrance examina-
ton and opened her eyes wide at the pretty
gowns and light, laughing chat of the merry
maidens within the portals She studied
for six months as no girl in the school had
studied before her. Then came a summons
home. Her mothers health failed. Her
father was worthless fellow, not far re-
moved from a drunkard, and there were
three little sisters Who would keep the
home together if she refused to come. She
came. She put entirely away from her the
life which she had desired and which as
ambition was new to a woman was the
stronger and more Intoxicating draught
One would need to know her to know a
half of what the remuneration meant. She
darned stockings, she swept floors, and SO
far as she could, She kept heG' father at
home. Her mother died in the course of years
and the sisters slowly grew TO womanhood.
She sent two to college, going out herself as
a professional nurse to find them the means
She sent the third to good teachers to cult
vate a fine voice. Her father died, possibly
year ago and left her with her hands
united. She thinks in two or three years
she may, unless the needs of those sisters,
whose wants she puts above her
own, should call for too much
money, be able to put by enough to
enter medical college and graduate as a
physician. Whether she ever does this o.
not, she is to the few who know her a sue
cesSful woman now above all other women.
The thirst for high places which overpow-
ers many women nowadays has not made II
drunkard of her, but she has conquered it
with the old feminine virtue of self-SaCri-
flee, and stands on a more honorable pedes-
tai than if every newspaper was full of her
name. Withal she has not fretted. She
has kept herself young with content, and
is moro than ready to run her race now.
She may Outdistance the pretty sisters
she has worked so long for yet
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