The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-10-09

lucky damsel stands an excellent chance of
securing a cry valuable collection.
VI bile unique fans, silver c0mdt-boxes.
bearing the entwIned monogram Of bride
and groom, antique since aud belt buckles.
lucky CONS threaded with delicate strands
OF gold, horseshoe mirrors and artistic CIR
dies are all IN order, yet the articles most
priced are specimens Of old family plate aud
china. The more ANCIENT the Offering the
more certain does it appear that YOU come
from biue-blooded stock. These souvenirs
are. indeed, held as reliable evidences of
good lineage, patent of birth.
At a recent souvenir exhibit the choicest
pieces OF ware displayed a design which
COMMUNICATED the Ian ling OF LAFAYETTE at
Castle Garden. Not very long ago a col
lector offered to the Virginia dame owning
the set SIO plate, but she refused to part
with her historic art treasures until the be-
trotnaI OF tavOrlte niece enticed from
their seclusioI some OF the handsomest
specimens.
Rare bits Of Delft, Derby, Worcester,
Sevres and LOwestoft are brought from the
emma closet OF grandmother, sister, aunt
and cousin IN honor of these .casions.
cups as fragile as an egg smell aud looking
Rs II they must have graced the table of
some arcestress long before the Boston tea
party, play the part Of souvenirs with a
charm all their own.
with each gift is sent history which the
palnstakiDg recipient quickly transfers to
the parchment leaves of "A daiutlly-bOund
souvenir book, while the heirloom, along
with Others OF its kind, is set upon the vel
Vet-covered shelves of an exquisite plate
glass cabinet.
A certain small Elsie, says the New York
ItnleS, was receiving a visit from her young
neighbor Ralph with his nurse Ralph
mlsbehaved and the nurse admonished hin
after the manner of her kind. THE dog
will bite you," she said, and Ralph began
to cry. Elsie looked on, troubled. She
knew there was no dog in the house, but she
was little afraid to combat this strange
nurses assertion. But she saw wav out
of her dilemma. Don't cwy, RaHie,h she
said, reassuringly; wait till the doddie
comes" Which was the wisdom of Solo
mon and Shakespeare combined, out of the
of weeping would be hanshed from the
world If everybody would wait till the
doddie comes" before he began his tears.
A naval officers wife, says the New York
Times, recently home from Honolulu,
descants with affection upon the delightful
costume in which every woman lives there
until late afternoon.
1T Is really" she says, ga national gown
called the Holloku, ana is a cross between q
tea gown and q wrapper. 1t is long and
flowing, and attached to a yoke something
like Mother Hubbard gown, and is beauti-
fully embroidered. Everybody who goes
there finds its value at once, and so long as
you stay you wear the gown daily, bringing
one or two away with you in the vague
hope that you can use it in America. But
you can't, for the moment you get it away
from its natural environment it is entirely
too undress and informal for any wear out
side OF your own room, which only empha~
sizes how completely We are slaves to Gus
tom in Honolulu as well as in New York ."
Don't blame a girl for flirting. says Clara
Belle in the New York Times It is not
always heartless vanity that drives them to
1t. 1t Is more often the indOmitable stupid
ity of a really favored admirer. So few
men know how to be admirers Any girl
could give them points. They dlSappoint
us awfully half the time. Suppose a girl
makes up her mind to give such and such a
one a perfectly elegant chance to propose
or TO kiss her, or to say something really
nice and scary to her, and she gives him the
chance does he take il! Does he know
what to do with it! Does a man ever have
sense enough to know when he is given a
chances OF course not. He flushes up, per-
haps, gets awkward and does not do any
thing at ALL or else he is just placidlY stupid
and never knows he had a chance What
is the result! The girl is piqued to death; ;
she feels as II he might think he had been
specially favored, or that some one eIse
might think so, and away she goes and gets
up desperate filtration with some one she
doesn't care a cent about, but who knows
how to make the most Of what he gets.
One reason why. the wicked" maa is SO
generally attractive is not because he is
wicked, but because that kind Of man
almost always knows what is expected of
him. If you drop your fan he knows
enough to keep it and fan you, The man
you like great deal better will pick 1t MP
and say; Permit me, aud give it back to
you. Permit me.n indeed If you
does he look9 Doesn't he keep
hiss eyes perfectly glued some where else?
Probably be has some high minded idea of
not taking even so small an advantage of au
inadYertence, and for just that delicate feel
ing you like him, but that is no place for
him to use It, Let him wait until there is
a real ina1vertence and you have done
something awful without knowing it, and
are ashamed to death, then you will fall
down and worship a man who does not look
and who pretends ike that. But why can't
he have sense enough to know what is an
lnadvertence and what isn't! The success
full maa with girl is the man who always
knows he can't and accepts the situation
gracefully and makes her feel in vague
sort of way that it isn't exactly her he wants
to kiss. but that she is so>pretty and attract
i've and all that that anyone would want to
kiss her
The only way is to 20 and flirt with some
one else, and 80 get him worried. Then,
perhaps he will do something.
A kiss he took and a backward look
And her heart grew suddenly lighter;
A trie you say, to color day;
Yet the dull gray morn seemed brighter.
For hearts are such that q tender touch
May Danish look Of sadness;
A small, slight thing can make US sing,
But frOwI will check our gladnesS.
The cheeriest ray along our way
Is the little act of kindness,
And the keeuesr sting some careless thing
That was done in a moment Of blindness.
We can bravely face life IN a home where strife
No foOthold can discover,
And be lovers still, il we only will,
Though youths bright days are over.
All, sharp as swords cut the unkiud words
That are far beyond recalling.
When a face lies hid meath a coffin-lid,
And bitter tears are falling,
We ain would give half the lives we live
To undo our idle scorning;
Then let us not miss the smile and kiss
When we part in the light of the morning
Lillian PLlGnkett, in Sdn Francisco CaH