The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-09-21

See the man therei He beats his wife.
And this dowdy in green had TO nav for
ner husband Her father was wealthy. but
no one would marry her, so finally, the old
gentleman announced that he would give
her $4,000, house on Fifth avenue and a
three months trip to Europe to the man
VINO would become her husband. and the
men were tumbling over each other so
| eager were they for her smiles. She
selected the best looking-yes, that's
9e-that fellow in faulIless evening
Dress perfect Apollo, isn't he
well that's her husband, and he's q banker
now. Love NONSENSE Moneyl This
woman in blue is married, she SAYS. but 10
one has ever seen her husband. This man
with a big diamond ring was a waiter ia
Deimonlcos once, when pretty girl fell in
love with him. They ran away together
lived abroad for five years in poverty, put
now they are reconciled with the old folks
ana the ex-waiter is member of his father
in-law's firm.
Observe that pretty little girl. Her
mother broke her heart because her hus-
band fell in love with the child's nurse
They were married three months after the
poor woman was buried. And see-"
But didn't. l excused myself and ran
oil, for believe the poor old soul knew
more than any of Census Superintendent
Porter's men, and she had hardly warmed
up to the subject when left her
| DRESS REFORMERS AMONG THE ENGLISH
Mrs. Annie Jenness-Miller and her sister.
Miss Mabel Jenness, ore back from Europe
1nll OF praise for the manner in which the
English women treated them, aCd visibly
ag ltated over the increased interest in dress
reform over the water. They had hardly
landed before they were urged to begin
their lectures on dress and physical culture.
aDd both ladies are now hard at work.
EQyF faalh ,r, Se..sll l.. ~
age. and came back better Americans than
before they went away
Ihey are unanimous in two things: that
English hospitality is ceartier even than it
has been described, and that American
women are the best dressed of any women
in the world.
TWO MINISTER'S WHO SMOKE.
Two ministers who love the aroma of a
good cigar are DR.. Behrends of BROOKLYN
one Of the great preachers of the City of
Churches, and DR.. Lloyd, tae famous Con-
gregatlonalist of this city. Both are stu
dents, both are orators and both minister to
large congregations. DR.. Behrends is
smooth-faced man. with shoulders not
unlike those of John L. Sui
livan. He tits his nat on the
side OF his head and when he sticks cigar
In his mouth resembles Harry Hill in his
palmy days. DIR. Lloyd is not so heavy.
His face is long. He looks at you search
ingly through pebble glasses. He has never
been able to get rid of his Scotch accent.
When he breaches the words come so fast
that they suggest Niagara trying to do
double duty. DR.. Behrends, on the con-
trary, has slngularly sweet voice Both
men are popular, DO h smoke half dozen
cigars dav and /, for one, do not think
even minister is any the worse for it. Do
you?
MR.. DANA's TRIP ABROAD.
No man that l know of carries his years
so well as Editor Charles A. Dana. | saw
him day or two before he went to Eurone
on his ssmi-annual holiday. He was COM
ing out of the Sun Office. His step was as
elastic as dancing masters. He threw his
shoulders back like an athlete on dress pa
rade. His eye was clear, and he seemed to
me to be a man who never knew a care
While In Paris he was the guest of James
Gordon Bennett and of Whitelaw Reid.
How strange it seems for these three to be
friends, now comrades in thu true sense.
And while they ate aud slipped their wine
another great New York editor was sitting
In darkened room in his hotel, the light of
his eyes gone out forever.
Poor Joseph Pulitzer, still in the first
freshness of manhood, with great career
before him, with an income larger than he
ever dreamed of in his widest flights of
him DO hope. He will never see again, aud
he is not likely TO visit this country for
some years. |, for one, am deeply grieved
at his great misfortune.
PHIL ARMoUR's FIRST 800.
A frequent visitor to New York is Phil
Armour, short, stocky, far from attractive
In any sense, but singularlv happy man
who has managed to make a big fortune.
he cares little for money now, but time
was when the loss of 500 nearly drove him
mad. 1t was good many years ago, in
the days of gold on the Pacific slope. Ar
mour was one of the numberless thronp
there searching for fortune
Fortune paid no heed to him, however,
but finally he managed to get some wash
ings" that he sold for 500. This sum he care
fully tied up in an old cotton handkerchief
for safe keeping. Then he hunted around
for place to put it. His eyes spied an old
and dilapidated coffee pot in a corner of the
cabin he occupied with three other seekers
for fortune. He put the 500 carefully in
it, and placed it lovingly on convenient
shelf; then he went about his daily toll
When he returned from work his eye in
stinctively searched for the old pot 1t was
gone!
One of his partners had tired of work
and come home. He had nothing else to
do, SO be went to clean house. The old
cOHee-pOC went WHO Ine oSner rupDlSh, and
fire was made of it all in little clump of
bushes near by Great was the consterna-
ton when Armour told what the Pot con-
tanned. And how carefully he worked over
that fire to rescue The poti Finally he
reached it, blackened and bent, but the
money was intact. and no happier man
slept in the diggings that night. There
after he carried it around with him in
belt.
And that 800 was the foundation of the
Armour millions. FOSTER COATES.
SORRY HE RESCUED HIM.