The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-03-23

gone. But another-just as good every
way-csne along almost Immediately, and
rode home on il.
Two young ladies sat near me In the car;
one was reading letter, and says the other
one, poor Grace, she must be perfectly
wretched in such place-so quiet aud lone
some-and all the heart and brain she's got
are devoted to society. What does she sayP'
Shes awfully homesick. o, got gath
erlng in her ear, too, and"
well poor thing, l suppose she's away
from all other gatherings and
Fourteenth street." bawls the conductor,
and out they go.
Now. Pm willing to be a woman; I'm re.
signed TO riding in side saddle; l, person
ally, doh't care to vote, and don't rebel
against social conventionslities and regula-
tons; but when / have to go out on a very
bad day, aud hold my long dress up out Of
the mud, do feel mad.
When look at the hundreds and hum
dreds OF poor custom-ridden creatures
business women most of them, women of
courage and brains, Independent, self-snp-
porting citizens-holding an umbrella in
one hand and cuthcing their wretched
dragging, enslaving skirts in the other,
my whole soul rises in revolt. I am divided
| IN my mind between anger and bitter
sort or amusement, at such a ridiculous
distressing. pitiful spectacle.
w hen such a costume for navigation
particularly in inclement weather, is Missed
of the stage, kicked out of court, thrust
into outer darkness, those happy, untram-
meled beings who shall go about in clean,
attractive and comfortable clothes will
wonder how we stood it so long
notice: That the muff is carried m ore
often in one hand than in the other. 1t
hangs down at the end of the extended arm,
IS used as sort of swinger or propeller,
and also to wave at cardrivers, etc.
That there is flower in every hat-big
pink rose, or buds, for preference-no mat
ter how furry and plumy. Big feathery
| Galnesboroughs and little fur toques, each
wears its blossom.
That it is always the poor shop girl. or
the workingman, that stops to give penny
to beggar.
That man will wait ten minutes for an
| elevator to take him up two floors; but a
woman VIII inger moment. look inn
patient and then run up the stairs.
They are all my subjects in this nv king
dom, playing pretty or behaving ugly,
being good or foolish or wicked all for nv
amusement. instruction or admonition.
All week bad mostly been engaged in
doing those things which l had ought to
have left undone, when l should have been
doing the things l ought to have done:
working when l should have been asIeen
at work. Some of the subjects had behaved
frivolously, neanly. not to say disgustingly;
l had read pessimistic book, and alto
gether felt heartsore WEAKNESS Of life and
people.
Sunday morning / went to church, at
the solicitation OF friend. to hear a man
preach.
The sweet and quiet atmosphere, the
gentle half-light came kindly and healinpIv
lanOiQ6
Presently. out upon this tempered dimuess
and qualified silence, trembled a softened
whisper from the great organ; and fast
following came the notes of lovely voice
| thought it was rich tenor, or baritone:
but as it went on, found it was that voice
of all voices to me most eloquent, a deep
and moving alto.
The wooing tones came down to me, soft
and tremulous with pleading; strenuous
vibrating with passionate appeal: love, and
yearnlng, and prayer that would
not be gainseyed; then full
and sweet, and tender with unspeakable
peace. The organ dubbed, and cooed. and
whispered its gentle undertone accompap-
lament. The lovely voice went on its golden
way to divine close. And my heart
stirred within me-
Then the preacher l had been BROUGHT 20
hear stood up and prayed. With his clasped
hands thrown out across the Book. and his
grave, rugged face raised. he spoke to God.
The face was pale aud weary had noticed
from the first that his head was aching. and
he was worn and ailing. He called to God
from his own sore heart, with such sim.
plicity that every heart answered the touch.
He talked to the Man of Sorrows with such
sincere and loving directness that we
seemed to be with him.
The littleness, the levity and unworthi-
ness moved back. Sore heart and sadly
questioning mind found what they sought
Why, there was something pure, untouched.
untarnishable He gave his life for others:
his heart bled for the sins and griefs of hu-
| manity, as even my heart-of all most Door
and faulty and erring-bleeds. He eschewed
pleasure; he chose sorrow and ignominious
death; he lived with grief, and made his
grave with the wicked aud r.ch in his
death, out of his unutterable love and pity.
In the presence of this sad and lonely figure,
by the light of this supreme sacrifice. |
could see TO take hope again.
ALICE MACGowAN.