The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-01-25

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cOntemplates them. It's very well for
time, but no one knows better than the cent
e-worder how wearlsome ma become the
sight OF an ink bottle aud pen jnor how dis
coursging the innocent blank page Of the
paper appears as il presents itself 70 be
written, unless one has a grand passion for
the work Aud then nothing, no number
Of constant engagements, no amount Of sud
Gen work. and no press Of extra pages can
I ever cause one to as much as sigh over ones
| lack OF leisure. The woman who mas tasted
OF the types, and who is in love with them,
/ may rejoice, for she is as a lover who has her
sweetheart always with her.
Emma Abbott was a woman who was
| thoroughly in love with her art, pursuing it
long after the necessity for earning liveli-
hood had passed away. Sac was immensely
rich, but pegged on as hard and as quietly
as though eacn days work were matter OF
bread and butter. In all her business
transactions she was prudent, bordering
upon closeness. But when it came to making
gifts she was prodigality itself. But three
or Tour days previous to her sudden death
came a deluge Of New Year presents to
friends in the east, with apologies because
the gifts were day or two late, pleading
such press of hard work that no time
could be spared for the sweet task Of gift
giving. One hard engage inent crowded
upon another, and the delicate frame and
musical voice succumbed to the strain put
upon it.
Miss Prettygirl is more exacting than
ever in the attentions she is deI anding Of
her cavaliers. She must be waited upon
assisted. helped constantly, and all but
carried by the young man who IS her beau
Tor the nonce. And he, poor deyill Well,
he must do the best be can. Society de.
mands that he shall be but the footstool for
the queens use. He must carry German
pretty handkerchief, smelling bottle and
Jeweled reticule, and, in addition to this, he
must DO ready to weld fan, or bring ices,
or help on with wraps after dancing, at an
lnstants notice. o, it isn't so much fru to
be a man after ALL Let us continue to be
real girls and try hard to remain in woman's
sphere. A truce to masculine woman who
can always take care of herself and her
fan.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox has a double In the
person of Miss Fannie Edgar Thomas. The
devotion betw cen the two women is most
touching. Both are talented and both write
eleyerly, though in a different vein. Mrs
Wilcox is singularly versatile and writes
rapidly, putting into all that comes from
her pen the warmth of her own womanly
self Miss Thomas is, perhaps, more
scholarly In style, though far less
magnetic, and her work is seldom of the
knd that one reads and thrills over.
wherever one of the devoted pair is seen
the other, like Mary's little lamb, Is sure to
go. Malicious ones say that in the privacy
OF the Wilcox mansion Miss Fannie walks
before Mrs. Ella, burning incense as a
tribute to her poetic genius: and that, at
an evening gathering. one may hear such
remarks as these: Isn't Ella perfectly
sweet to-nightp Doesn't Fanny look
loyelyr'
1t is astonishing how great an improve
ment good treatment will make in a
woman's looks. And more especially in the
appearance of that new type Of woman
the professional wording woman.
Said man Gently:
we have right pretty girl in our office
And we have made her as good looking as
she is by treating her we'll We we're polite
to her and soon the scared look. which she
bad when she came, went out of her eyes.
We were considerate in our conversation
and she soon lost an uncertain air that sic
had In her manner. We smiled upon her oc-
casionally, and she grew to expect it and to
smile naturally. We paid her promptly, SO
that she did not worry over little expenses,
and now we have u bright, contented little
woman and rot frightened hireling."
That was the secret of i5 all, the girl was
happy and she showed it in gro sing plump
and pretty and in working for her en-
ployer as If for her God.
Oh. we women can stand lots of pettipg
and loving. Can't wel
The girl who can skate is the winter belle
up In the northern towns and among our
Canada cousins If size can face the ele-
ments without snuffiag or weeping. and
keep her ears and nose a delicate pink.
while her cheeks are fairly rosy with good
hearts tlood, she is the girl VINO is ed
queen by the ice princess ana men. She has
no lack Of attention. 1t is so delightful to
skim with her over the frozen surface of the
lake that she is besieged with admirers who
vie with one another in getting her ready
for skating race. Oae man is proud TO
buckle on the sharp. bright little
skates. Another is pleased to hold her
wEap. And near by wait half a dozen for
the chance of escorting her to the ice. No
one rules as easily and decidedly as does the
ice queen.
A few Of the more enterprising express
companies are coming down In their prices
to suit the popular demand. Forty cents
for carrying trunk from the depot and 10
cents more for getting it upstairs was too
much to pay, and travellers were constantly
on the still hunt for some one who would do
the deed cheaper. Suddeuly metropolitan
company advertised trunks delivered to
any pert OF the city for 25 cents No charge
for carrying upstairs" The news spread
like warm molssses, and now that particu-
lar company is kept busy.
az ChI tsthdS l@uS the express charges
were something awful. Fifty cents to take
a 25-cent book up to Harlem, so more to
deliver screen that cost 81. Why! ex-
press charges were so high that some of the
girls declared that they could not afford
to express even an idea.
Ladies' Day at the New York Athletic
club brings out such hevy of pretty girls
that all t Q clubs are declaring that they,
too must inaugurate a series of ladies' DAYS.
The Racquet club, which is among the
quietest most exclusive, will soon adj
NIT ladies to its new tennls quarters. The
Lotus club does not debar fair visitors.
They have found their way from time to
time into the Knickerbocker, the Fellow
craft and the Manhattan Athletic clubs.
And now staid, quiet, exclusive old Union
is talking of edmirting us some afternoon,
If we go in our Sunday best and don't ask
to stay to tea. Bless me, how the men are
doddering after us. CARRIE CARELESS.