The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-06

D TIE LliAelC IuGt Is he c. WIlltbu II Is an q.
Guisite cord that delights ones own soul
and is never given to the vulgar herd" 4
man whispers in my ear, Damned non.
sense" And l agree with him so fully tina
an putting in cold type his most improper
language.
THE DONATION SUGGESTION.
Then there is the woman who preys or
society, who gets from it materially all she
can. she comes of an old family, and she
has pretty little place fillei with all sort;
Of dainty belongings, but II You ever g &C
see her she will tell you that Mrs. Blue gave
her curtains, Mrs. Black gave her the brio
g-brGc and Mrs. Brown her q a1ery. You
will feel Il a horribly stinzv women If you
| don't promise ler SO nethinR before you
leave. and the chances are ten TO one
/ that you viii have 20 take the money for
this that you really needed for something
/ else, but she knows her business perfectly
/ well. and she don't propose that even as
small fish as you are shall slip through
/ her net without giving tribute. She ad-
nires q everything that people have, aud re-
/ grets that she res g possess their belong
/ lngs to such degree that they feel mean
and stingy. She is always 10 be met with,
for she goes everywhere and while she
doesn't seem to toll nor spin sHe does, by
sheer persistence, get exactly what she
wants.
SCANDALS IN TIE AIR.
Then there is another picture; there Is the
woman aboGt whom there is a sea dal how
ering. People don't dare TO be rude to her,
for it may be ali right: neither do they dare
TO be extremely civil t. her, for fear it may
be all wrong. So the world in general
adopts a middle course, and is chilly, while
the two or three friends who have the cour-
age of their convictions, and stand by her,
are credited with being mixed up in it in
some sort OF way.
WORN OUT AND MERCILESs.
Then there is the faded belle, the mother
who has run to milk and can't talk about
anything else bat her babies, and that other
mother who has bit of ice in place of a
heart, and who never thinks of her babies
There is the Ill and veil dressed, the good
and the bad hammered. All at an afternoon
tea. Nobody pleasant o, yes! But, after
you leave, it isn't the pleasant people who
are tinty ed in your brain; it is. most I'M
fortunately, those who are disagreeable
Hou distinctly remember the woman who
said sharp word to you, and, unfortun-
ateY, forget the one who gave you a pleas
ant greeting. The sharp word hurt, and
you haven't gotten hardened enough not to
feel it, you almost wise you had don't;
for, when you do, then you will have no
conjunction about hurting other people,
and that is unwomanly.
BAB's CLEVER TEA ESSAY.
Funny thing is an afternoon tea. Fret
OF all, you have got to have good tea, the
kind that hasn't bitter taste and doesn't
shatter Your nerves. The cup that really
cheers; then you want TO put in it, ia. the
form OF the very best cream the milk Of
human kindness; and, after this. a square
cut OF the sugar OF good will. Tea a la
Russo, with its bit Of lemon, inclnes one to
biting speeches; tea taken with glass of
rum as an addition gives one the courage
to be bold, but tea taken properly, as
describe it, will make women amiable, kind
and cousiderate. At least, il ought to- for
shere is nothing in this wide world so good
as cup of tea, except & true lover and
fajtnfuldog.
When you have cried until your eyes
ache, ard life doesn't seem worth bothering
about, cup of tea will make you conclude
that it S worth the trouble after all.
Waen your dearest friend comes to talk
with you about the dearest fellow In the
world, as you sip your cup of tea, he seems
to grow dearer and dearer under its sootn.
ing influence.
When you are tired out bodily and ment.
ally, ana you have got to brace up, some
body who knows, says: Get her a cup of
tean
When you have thought somebody didn't
care for you, and have sought refuge in the
joys OF a cup of tea, you can read in its
leaves, so full Of promise, that he is coming.
ehht ne Is on MS way, and, Joy OF Joysl he
is here.
A cup Of tea ought to be soothing. Do
you know how the tea plant came to grow
A very lovely Chlnse maiden loved with
all her soul an equally beautiful Chinese
youth: but, alas she had rival. How
ever, be p!ighted his troth to her, and oil
went merry as rice and flrecrackers could
make it. just before the wedding
the beauteous youth laid himself down
under tree to take q nap He looked
! like picture on IA screen. His beauty
was too much for the wicked girl who also
loved him. but who was no5 to be his bride
80 she determined to take away some of his
! good looks. His lsshes curled on his oheeks
like bang newly done by a French hair
| dresser. Golng up to him, she Immediately
cut them off. When bis own, his true love.
saw him after the accident she said: Can
this be you" aud he said it was.
! Then he told of the wicked one,
/ and they both prayed to the qentles.
OF Chinese gods to finish her up, and
| to make his eyelashes grow again, and the
Chinese god, icing economical, said: 1.-The
onea you have lost shall not be wasted: 90
! and plant them, and from them shall spring
| n tree that shall delight all mankind And
/ they did as he told them, and at their we'd
| ding they had tea from their own eve.
| Iashes, and the wicked one wept and was
/ beheaded.
! This is the true and reliable story Of the
tea plant as read in Chinese by Bah.