The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-03-06

drinks beer by the pitchsrful. need not
tell you where to find that kind Of man
Treat him as you do the pug-ignore him.
unless you have to speak to hun. and then
down him. or strike him; that's all the pug
or the man he represents Tespecfs-beiBg
mastered.
THE LOVE OF DOG.
Hal bal here comes the intelligence Of the
dog show. It's making itself heard loudly.
far above the big dogs. It's medium in
size, hes short white hair, with the proper
brindie spots on its head and ears, aud no
tail TO speak OF. because 1t was ciroum-
scrlbed at its birth. 1t is the fox terrier.
the dog of the day. II he loves you and you
hurt bis feelings, be will weep bltterlp; If
he don't love you and you attempt to injure
him, he will never forget it, and when the
day comes that he can do you a bad turn,
he does it; ard l confess respect him for
this. His memory is good, and he discrimi-
mates among his friends; mere feeding him
Will not make him ike anybody, but when
ne does ike he IS rapturous-he wishss to
show his love by kissing you continually.
ALMOST sw1NBURNIAN.
IL you are In trouble, he will be ex-
tremely quiet aud just lick your hand, as
much as TO say, well, we are friends in
good times and bad times, you and l." But
just try to whip him. and no matter how
much he loves You give you my word OF
honor that the Society Of Cruelty to Ele-
plants even would come to see what Is going
on. The man like himS U, you know him
he is young and clever aud healthy and
clean and well groomed, and all tho girls
are glad to see him when he comes around,
and he Is never credited with possessing the
strong feelings that are really his.
Put up your monocle and look at the
King Charles; his hair is like silk, and
combed aud ourled and little perfume put
on it, and he wears gold COLLAR. All Of
the rest Of the dogs look at him and smile.
My dear, he is the dude; you can meet him
any afternoon trying to learn to walk, and
making an effort to look like man or a
dog: you can decide for yourself how near
he gets TO it. This was the result of my
visit to the dog snow. which is really the
best show in New York.
HAS A DOG soUL2
woman said to me, "Do you think dog
can laughW and / answered, "You must
have treated your dogs pretty badly If they
haven't laughed at you yet" and then she
asked, "Do you think dog has a souli"
Now, this may not be orthodox; I never
pretended to be orthodox. There are hun
dreds of men and women who haven't got
souls--msan, low, contemplate creatures,
beside whom even a mongrel pup is king.
Am to believe that a CREATURE who can
love, who can stick to you through
sorrow and through joy, who can dis
tinguish right from wrong, aud witt can
sacrifice himself for somebody he loves is
without soull Certainly not. And If the
dog that / care for hasn't got soul and
doesn't get to heaven shall be quite salts
fed to trot along with him wherever he
goes 1t will be good enough for me, be-
cause l will be certain of one thing. that
the dogs wont let liars and scandal mongers
into their heaven, If they have got to have
one of their own.
STORY OF MARIE BAsHKIRTsEFF.
heard story the other day about that
much-talked-of young lady Marie Bash
kirtsef. lt may be old to you but it is new
to me. 1t seems that one day she went to
have photograph taken and while she
waited she was amused by seeing a newly
made widow have herself pictured after a
manner that is essentially French; that is,
standing in her deep mourning with all her
floral tributes to the late deceased surround
ing her. These. by-the-by, included lot
of diabolical wreaths made of white and
black beads, inventions only possible to the
French mind. After the. bereaved had
departed the young girl hunted around the
studio until she found some black draperies,
and these she arranged about herself until
she looked as il she were In mourning. She
rested on one of the floral crosses which had
been forgotten, aud for a background she
had on strip of black on which she had
written in white chalk, Marie. aged %,
Oct 81, 1854" Now. the queer
part Of this was that this pict-
ure, taken about ten months before her
death. really predicted it, for she died on
the very day which was ia white on that
black ground. The photograph is. believe,
In the possession of an American girl. The
story is a bit spooky and rather gives one
the creeps.
A woMAN's sPRINGTIME WISHES.
saw an article the other day headed
what Will the Springtime Bring" didn't
read it, because thought could run lit
tie hoping bureau myself.
/ hope the springtime will bring radishes
that are not spongy and Strawberries that
are not first cousins TO lemons.
i hope the springtime will bring hats that
will stay on ones head without its being
necessary to poke bonnet pins in the vacuum
just under the hair.
/ hope that the springtime will bring
warm sunshiny days. so the people will be
amiable and not three-quarters frozen, with
colds in their heads.
! hope the springtime will bring con-
sciences to dressmakers aud well-fllled
purses to their customers
hope the springtime will bring plenty Of
flowers, so that they can be given away and
everybody can have them for che asking.
l hope that the springtime will bring some
good novels; the average novelist's brain
seems to be frozen out at present.
hope that the springtime will bring
good luck to everybody-the real spring day
is such lovely something; the sun winks
his eye at you TO all your attention to the
fact of the beauty OF the blue sky, and, If
there's tiny bit Of a breeze it's to make
you to have the sense of the Elglishmau,
the southern woman and the dog, who
always choose the sunny side Of the street.
II you have any curiosity about me, Just
look, and there is where you'll find me /;
though am not branded, still, you might
get some knowing dog to tell you who was
and who wasn'E Bah.