The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-01-04

in bed without night robe"
"Why, mother" stammered the poor,
stricken child. -'Idon't understand; have
my night gown on"
You call that night robe, my child7'
Continued Mrs. -Propriety, in the same tone
of shattered feeling. "a night robe with
short sleeves or with no sleeves a. allF'
Why, Of course, replied the ycuas wife,
land it's the very latest wrinkle in Parisiag
roUes Of intimacy"
"Wrinkisl Robes Of intimacyln repeated
Mrs. Propriety. Shocking terns Shock
ing innovationsl And do you mean to in
form me that my poor son has
been for weeks, and, for all l know, for
months, tolerating a sleeveless night Robot
Rise, my daughter, and array yourself at
once in night robe such as your own
mother wore, and such as | myself
wear, and never, never again, / implore
you, permit your husband, my son, TO find
you clad in such a garment"
Turning on her heel-no on her fiat foot
this Roman matron walked from the
chamber with burning cheek and flashing
eye.
In one OF Miss Edgeworth's moral tales,
there is a story says the Ladies' Home
Journal Of little girl who one day went
shopping with her mother. and whose fancy
was so completely captivated by purple
vase that she was willing to go without a
pair Of shoes that she might purchase it.
When she goes home, she pours out of the
vase dark liquid that it contained, and it
is no longer purple vase.
Over and over again do shoppers have to
learn from bitter experience Miss Edge
worth's very apparent morsI-that We
| should buy things that will wear.
we'll remember my first shopping ex-
perieace. | thought only of beauty, and
nothing OF utility, as l purchased q gauzy
material for gown, which was pale Law
| ender in tint When the gown was made
| wore it to visit a friend W o lived by the
seaside. The return necessitated a long
walk along the shore after shutdown, with
damp wind blowing from the sea When I
reached home. great was my grief to see
that my fine new gown of cotton and wool
| had so shrunk in the damp salt air as to be
nearly up to my knees. Dampening and
| ironing, and "letting down." partly re-
stored it to usefulness, but the delicate
color faded in streaks, and | realized
that in buying the gown / bad bought
a purple vase. The lesson sank deep, but
| forgot it when, a few weeks ago, /
wanted material TO curtain little nook in
a room in my home. bought some China
silk; it was very pretty, having shrimp
pink ground, with white arum lilies and
| green leaves spreading all over 1t, and when
suspended from brass rod the decorative
warm and strong on that spot, and already
the beautiful pi is Flying out" as the
| painters say. My pretty curtains are, you
| see, a purple vase. The woman who buys a
parasol for the handle, or a gay printed
| muslin that will not wash, or cheap kid
| gloves, or anything simply because it takes
her eye, will find that she has bought q
purple vase.
Some New York girls, says the New York
| Sun, are quick enough to satisfy anybody.
| There was little, young thing. with child
| like eyes and a positively infantile smile
buying baby carriage in a store o Four
tenth street. She might have been 16, but
| the smart and painfully blonde Gle who
was exhibiting the vehicles for her was sure
that she was not yet out Of boarding school,
| She was in search of a very particular sort
| of carrlage-one that had large canopy
that worked up and down like the top Of a
| buggy. The clerk assured her that such
! baby carriages we're not only never made,
but that they would be undesirable
The young thing flushed at this,
had seen just such carriages, and that
she considered them superior to any other
| kind. he would please, she hoped, permit
/ her TO have her preference in the matter.
| The dreadfully blonde clerk, somewhat
nettled that one so young should oppos his
experienced taste in baby carriages, car
ried the argument still further, and after
| insinuating that he had been i'll the bust
\ ness 10 genough to know what was appro-
| pirate and stylish, he suggested to the girl
! that her mother should come and select her
| own baby carriage.
"My mothern exclaimed the girl; ''what
| do you mean2 What hos my mother got to
do with iti"
"Why," said the clerk, ''the carriage is
| for your mothers baby, isn't itl'
mo-" responded the girl-wife. CURLY,
tossing her head as she spoke; sits for my
| own baby"
The blonde clerk blushed violently for
| several seconds, and then said in mild
voice that he could have such carriage as
the young lady desired made to order.
1t could hardly be expected that girl of
| 20, with big. penetrating ewes and swift
flowing blood, says Clara Belle. would agree
with her mother as to who is Of consequence
| and who is not. It is not surprising that she
| does not even go into the drawing-room to
| see the noblemans orchids, and that she
hunts up that small bunch Of roses from
Jack and takes them 10 her boudoir. Society
girls actually have delightful qualities OF
! heart and mind to start with, and occasion
ally they retain them through the exci'e-
ment of social training. 1t is rather diff
| cult, however, to withstand the influence of
friends and parents and rise superior to con.
venrional ambitions. Perhaps Dorothy is
sentimental and honest hearted at 20. but
it would be hard to say what she may be at
81. A clever mother can accomplish good
deal in year.
There is peal of laughter in the hall. A
particularly clean-shaven. dignltied and
stately Young servant announces the ar
rival Of Miss Van Beockman, Miss Cad
wallader-Jones and Miss Fannestock. These
young ladies, by invitation, come rushing
up to the morning room, bringing with
them the breezy sweetness of the cold outer
air, and Dorothy becomes target for their
caresses. Society girls do not chatter, but
| they seldom abandon their feminine predi-
lections so completely as not TO talk with
dazzling rapidity. Four of them together
are almost as excitable as fireworks.
AS the servant departs TO execute the Or
der another. quite "a clean and stately as
he, enters. Mr.. Rutherford is hat the door
with lis trap and will Miss Dorothy ave a
| drives"
'No, Wilkinson. Tell Mr.. Rutherford l
am trifle lndisposed; o. no, don't do that.
He will SEQ me in the park later. Tell him
Pm engaged in my sculpture Glass;
20, Dorothy" cried one of the young
women as the servant leaves the room, II
heard some one order bracelet for you in
1iifany's the Their day. l shan't let you
| know who it VAS"
"Diamoudsp
Diamonds and pearls"