The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-06-12

oversees and steers the conversation. After
ward she meets them ct different places and
tells each what desperate impression they
have made on the other. They are both
hattered. The girl was very pretty and
bright, and has really fallen a des-
perate victim-that's what the man
thinks. The glrl thinks that here is an
opening for some fun-he is awfully nice
and has lots of money, and is dying to see
more Of her. Dear Mrs. SMITH So dear
Mrs. Smith arranges a little dinner at Del's,
which, OF course, she must chaperon. The
couple are at their best, feeling that at
each moment the vis-a-vis is falling deeper
in love. After the dinner Mrs. Smith
makes more little condolences. My dear,
he is perfectly crazy about you,' and Mr..
Jones. beg of you not to trifie with that
dear cbild's happiness by making her fall
SO frantlcally in love with YOU And then,
as each of the lovers feels that, out of
human kindness they ought to be kind to
the victim, there is a party to the matinee,
and Mrs. Smith enjoys the play and large
corsage bouquet"
And this is how she has her good timer
Precisely. She's much cleverer than
you'd ever suppose. Why, there is not a
single play that woman doesn't see, and the
dinners she has eaten at Delmonico's
would go tack from here to the Crusades.
She has the best possible kind of time-a
goSsiped about in the least. She has got this
Beatrice and Benedict business down to
such a fine point now that she has no rival
there must be chaperon, you know, and
Mrs. Smith is the best chaperon in New
York"
You know all about her2'
Certainly. / was in the tolls myself for
a season. Miss Somebody or other, de-
hghtful girl, was said to be blighting her
young life with love for me. She believed
that L was blighting mine. We have both
now recovered from the blight-though
mine was to the tune of dozen dinners nd
theatre parties, and bouquets and candies
by the carload. My Irritation was one of
Mrs. Smiths most successful campaigns.
She had an unusually good time that winter,
and see she still has hopes of me as good
material for another She just introduced
me to that girl now-Miss Thingumbob,
from some place in the suburbs
very pretty, bright as a new cent; thinks
that old baldhead is dead in love with her.
Should the old bald-head not come up to
time, and ne looks as if he might be rather
unmanageable, Mrs. Smith will tell that
dear girl that Mr. B., you remember
we met him at Del's that day-is dying 70
meet you again. Such nice fellow, and
not bit fond of girlsr o, l know her-a
slnged cat breads the fire. | think of my
twelve dinners and my sixteen theater par
ties, and my mastodon bill at Klunder's,
and my enthusiasm for Mrs. Smiths chap
eronage grows cold"
But don't the Beatrice and Benedict get
on to the way Mrs. Smith is using them as
a means to attain her good timer"
Sometimes toward the end of the season
1t generally strikes them with a dull, sicken-
ing thud. But then, you see, Mrs. Smiths
fattery is of a particularly insidlous kind
the kind you want to believe. 1t is only
human when you hear delightful girl is
pining for love of you 10 believe that it is
true, and to sacrifice yourself for the sweet
creature by giving her a large amount of
your society. Aud after the season is over,
and his lovely admirer has gone to the sea-
side or the mountains, even then it is next
to impossible for the male victim to confess
to himself that he has been made fool of.
He still clings to the original theory that she
adored him. He wants to believe it and he
generally does. o, Mrs. Smith is wonder
fully clever woman, one of the cleverest in
town -