The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-23

his face, and see myself with tears rolling
down my face, working out the funny ar
ticle. Weeks after that, when | was all
draped in uourning, and the man L loved
slept that quietsseep which knows no pres
cns awakening, met the editor OF the pa
per, and be said to, me. That article of
yours was funny enough 10 kill, and l said,
Was it7 Well, It roarly did But TO this
day he dosen't Know under what circum-
stances il was written, and the SO that L
got for it went to help get resting place
for the one | loved.
The other woman said: my writing days
are ali sad ones, and yet they tell me, and L
know the H
CHILDREN ALL OVER THE COUNTRY
LAUGH
at my merry verses, and are happy in the
fairy tales write for them. You kno"
| what do it for" And they all did. They
knew that far up in the penitentiary, think
of it, was young man who in foolish,
silly quarrel had struck his friend, and
struck him almost unto death, who was
gentenced to stay where he was for twenty
years; who would be an old man when he
came out. for prison life doesn't keep men
young. This one woman, working and saw
ing, intended to haVBmoney enough when
her brother came out for them to go to
new place, among new people, where his
past could never be thrown up TO him, and
where their old days at least might be spent
IN peace and contentnent.
~ have told this little story because / want
tie women who write IN that idle frivolous
way about getting work for the newspapers
to realfzs that the woman who tells you all
about the fashions isn't of necessity q mere
butterfly herself, that she isn't of necessity
doing this work for pleasure, and that nine
out OF every ten women who are working
for newspapers have somebody else to care
for besides themselves. Take pleasure in
their work! OF course they do. They
would be poor workers If they didn't.
THE NEWSPAPER OFFICE A SCHOOL ROOM.
And yet they are in q school in which
they learn somethingisvery day. They learn.
sadly enough, that what suits one editor
doesn't suit another. They learn, gladly
enough, that the average newspaper editor
has discovered that encouragement is the
best incentive to good work from women.
They learn that TO be successful they must
feel the pulse Of the psople, and they learn,
too, that the WoInalllne5S OF their work is
what makes it valuable. Remember wo-
manilness and weakness are not synony-
nous. But when an editor wants an article
from woman he prefers it should bear the
stamp OF her sex, because he is pretty sure
then that mel will enjoy reading it. IL is a
school, too, where women get to know how
good men are. Ia all work there are bad
men aad bad women, but from personal ex-
perience would like to say thai l think
there are more kind men, moro sympathetio
men, more generous men and more good
men among the newspaper fraternity than
In any ether profession. They see SO much
OF life that they can sympathize with real
sorrow; they Bee so much of weakness that
they can think of the temptation as well as
the sin; and with it all they see so much of
JOY, that they have ready laugh for the
Jest and a sincere hope for whoever is going
to have good time.
"BAB" IS GRArEFUL TO THE FRATERNITY.
Prejudicedl am. In favor of the news.
paper man. Personally, l only ask one
favor Of him. 1t is sort of g twin favor.
First, that while am alive, he WON'T find
fault with me because | like him SO much;
and next, that when l am dead he will re-
frain from writing al obituary about me.
Ii he will only say the good things about
me while l am alive, l shall be satisfied.
want the sweetness from the alabaster box
while | am here and can appreciate it, and
not when / am cold and still and unhearing.
But can't complain. He has been good TO
me. and l thank him with all my heart. as
he is all this world over. from Texas to
blaine, from San Francisco to New York;
whether he is editor or reporter, printers
devil or proofreader, be has been good to
me, anu L 4lAe nlun.
'LoyE IS IMMoRrALp
Don't you like the people who like you9
The dog that llcks your hand, the friends
who greet you warmly, and the little child
rem who gather around you, because they
love you 500 . ,
Don't you like the people who like youa
The father who sees himself in you, the
mother who bore you, the sister who cares
for you, and the sweetheart who loves you.
Don't you like the people who like voua
The coInrade who is always ready to go
with you, the friend who is considerate
enough to remember the book that you will
enjoy, or the neighbor who remembers just
what you like TO eat, and sends it to you
when you come home?
OF course, we all like the people who like
us. We would be an ungratefui lot Of don-
keys if We didn't. and that's why l want the
newspaper man TO like me-though he may
be looking up the state Of Blaines health at
Bar Hnrbor-though he may be inquiring
into the customs affairs at Ell Paso-though
he may be investigating will contest in
San Francisco--or getting his Newspaper