The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-05-18
WHEN WOMAN is sUPRRsrIT1oUs
Few of the Ways in Which that
Weakness Shows Itself
From the PHILADELPHIA Lsqurer.

HTOHb LI5 ftttUuStDIItd IeQuTef.
We were chatting away in the cosiest sort
of a fashion when to my intense surprise
my companion, charming young woman
Of 20, gave a little start as if suddenly
brought face to face with an unknown evil,
and rising hastily from her seat deliberately
made two complete revolutions, twenty
pairs of eyes looking on in amazement at
this cratic behavior.
GOOD gracious" gasped, as she resumed
her seat, what is the matter?"
why, just look across the way" she
whispered in most mysterious manner,
land you will see q cross eyed woman.
| Now, don't you know" continued the super
stitious little soul, that to meet cross
eyed man or woman is sure to bring you
the worst of i'll luck unless you break the
| spell by turning around twice"
Few people, l find, are superior to attacks
of superstition in one form or another, no
matter how sensible they may be upon all
other points. These strange fancies come
| from nobody knows where, and are too
often INDUCED in to the discomfort of
| everybody concerned.
A luncheon, which promised to be most
delightful affair, proved to be a miserable
| failure, simply because the evident distre: S
of the hostess at the breakage of the mirror
| threw out of tune the harmony of the
entire party. Really, the poor woman was
an object of sincere compassion, as she de-
| clared with heartrending earnestness that
she was in for seven years of bad luck.
You cannot get soIue women to under
take anything new on Friday, and so it has
G. own to be for them a finishing up day of
all the odds and ends of the week, whether
in q social or domestic sense. | have a
friend who would feel am sure, were she to
have the termerity to board a train upon
this unlucky day, that she was going to her
doom.
Not long ago l offered ia help a sister in
distress who had been suddenly and unex-
pectedly called from home, but the offer
was made on the unlucky day of the week,
and nadames face was a study to behold as
she exclaimed:
'tCut out a new gown on Friday? Why,
my dear friend, l should expect it to be
surely ruined. Have never known it to
fail" she added in emphatic tones, and in a
lifrv the goods was whipped out of sight.
Sage receipts hang about love and maJri-
mony that must, it seems, receive the
serious attention of both sexes if they would
not blast their hopes of happiness for good
and ALL Have you delinquent sweet
heart, one whose passion is on the wane?
| Then stick shining pins in tallow candle.
says the kindly witch" put it carefully
away, and you will not have to wait long
for your truant lover. But, my dear girls,
take my advice and do not tempt fate by
putting milk in your tea before sugar. To
do ANYTHING SO rash is to lose our sweet
heart for ever.
Who among my fair readers has been
guilty of the crime of flirting and is haunted
with the miserable fear that at an inoppor-
tune moment revengeful spirit may ap-
pear upon the scene and upset all her incest
calculationsa Here comes a, compassionate
friend who pities her distress, and suggests
that she drop silver dime in her left shoe
and let it stay there until the nuptial knot
is tied
The girl who catches the bouquet that
falls from the hand of the bride as she as
cends the stairs to don her travelling gown
is the next whom fate places on the matri-
monial list.
In Baltimore at a recent wedding where
I had the pleasure of being a guest, the
brides bouquet was composed of as many
tinv bouquets as there were maids of
honor. Each cunningly concealed souve-
mir. and the maiden whose floral tribute
held ring was Immediately congratulated
and declared to be blesse beyond compare.
A gold piece found in the heart of rose
signiied that its gentle mistress was to be
rich beyond her fondest dreams. AS she
was already heiress to a snug fortune,
could not see that she was very much af-
fected by the news, but she was, evidently.
in the ewes of the damsel who secured the
silver thimble that consigns the owner TO
life of single bessedness, an object to ex-
cite the keeDest envy.
UD in the dainty dressing room OF the
bride the elaborate ceremony of bestowing
nnon the first maid il waiting the mystic
carter that had sustained the silken hose of
the bride during the important occasion is
carried on amid ripping laughter and
chatter of girlish voices that sounded like
fock of magpies. The bride makes the i'm
nortapt transfer, whispering, as she cl'isps
the golden-hued circlet above the knee of
her nearest and dearest friend, all sorts OF
prophetic promises.
yellow garter grazing the toilet of half the
women ia the country. In Chicago lot of