The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-11
W O Nj A Ms W O R L D .
A FEW THINGS OF INTEREST TO
THE FAIR SEX.

Belle in the New Orleans Times Democrat,
that the tracery of the skin on the ball OF
any one persons finger differs from that on
any other person. Well, this has brought
about a pretty notion, and new sealing
wax is sold to carry it out. OF course, you
use the seal for your own true love, and you
don't use ii all unless you have taper fin
gers. the tips Of which are tiny and prettily
marked. The new wax does rot harden
quickly. When it is almost cool you press
the tip Of the selected finger into it and
quickly withdraw it. The seal left Is
delicate tracery like the markings on your
pretty finger. Only your true love will
know from whom the letter comes. For,
Of course, you need not sign when that tell
tale finger mark is there. Isn't it sweet
notioni Some girls use the idea in a differ
emit way. They take little bit Of colored
paste on the tip OF their fnger and then,
where the signature should come they make
a finger mark. The paste comes off, giving
the same tracery. II you use rosy pink
paste the letter will seem to be ended by the
sign of crumpled rose leaf. And when
your true love kisses 1t he will feel almost
as II his lips were touching the dear rosy
fingers that made the mark.
The cultivated but impecunious gentle
women over the sea, says the New York
Sun, despite their conservative traditions,
display more originality In taking up odd
lines OF work and In elevating common
place c6llings to artistic aud successful pro-
fessions than do the American wage earners,
who press and jostle along in the over
crowded fields OF womans work. Millinery,
fruit and flower farming, poultry rearing,
and business of all kinds are taken up by
these titled danes Of high degree, who re-
alize the futility of earning a living by the
more intellectual pursuits. The Woman's
Tea Company of London is composed
entirely OF gentlewomen who import
their own tea, blend. pack and sell it
themselves in the heart of fashionable
Bond street. The tasting room is pretty
parlor where one is served with cup of tea
by geDtlewoman in a waitress cap and
apron. The company employs sixty women
agents and owns its own tea fields. In Paris
O baroness and q company of ladies make
and sell for charity all manner of pure and
delicately perfumed soaps. toilet waters,
dentttrices, powders, etc. 1t is quite the
thing TO have the soap stamped like letter
paper with the crest, initials, or armorial
bearings OF the owner, and to have many
tiny little cakes, called lawn tennis soap,
just large enough for one using, On a fine
day there is a long row of carriages waiting
while their owners make their purchases
present supervising the business
when was In Lausanne last summer"
said woman to the New York Times,
whose want Of admiration for the English
queen Ia well known among her intimates,
II came out In a role that would have sur.
prised my friends, as it did myself. / act
ually found myself defending Victoria, and
to one Of her own subjects, too, an English
captain, whom / met several times while
there
Sin speaking of my stay In London
mentioned having seen the queen, and,
wishing TO be very civil, refFained from
further comment, when, to my astonish-
ment he replied: And isn't she an old
frumpr answered guardedly that while
she did NOS present an ideally royal appear
snce, hardly thought her trump %,
yes, you do he replied, and so do /, and
she Is. besides a selfish, useless creature
At least cried. you viii admit that
abe Is q good wife and motherf
The man turned and looked at me in I'M
disguised wonder. Now what q funny
thing that is for you to say he began. SO
Ia my wife good wife and mother but
Rm sure she never thought of taking credit
for it. There are thousands Of washer
women In England who are good wives
and mothers. Why, think that is such an
odd notion TO speak Of. And don't think
the prince consort would have agreed with
you either. Such q life as she led him. The
poor fellow never dared to say his soul was
bis own.
"'And q narrow-minded, selfish woman
oennot be a good mother in the best sense Of
the words. There are many better mothers
than she in England. l want you to I'M
derstand, he finished almost fercely, that
she is not In any sense a typical English
woman Which outburst from such a
aad and Paailxy aiiaprnd
As maidens, we are expected TO be ethereal,
not only in dress and manner, but physl-
cally as well, says Clara Belle in the Gin
cinati Enquirer. But as brIdes--well, that's
a time for the solid truth.
There's only one drawback" said Tom
TO friend just before his marriage to
Mabel: "she's q shade too ethereal, and how
will great, coarse, hulkfng, everyday fell
low. such as l am. feel when running In
double harness with goddessl A goddess,
absolutely She never eats. She's like one
OF those heroines one reads Of in a novel
she simply 'psrtaKes.' A wafer, a sponge
cake or a morsel OF fowl, barely preceptible
on the end OF q fork, are what she terms
meals. Why, Pm actually afraid to kiss
her. Il seems just like handling a butter
fy-the slightest touch and down comes OFF
the wings. No, realize that she's a million
times too heavenly for me-"
Now we skip to the morning after the
wedding. Bathed IN sunshine, the private
sitting room in the hotel at Niagara, with
its tastetully bedecked breakfa st table, ap-
peared cage sufficiently gilded even for q
pair Of newly-wedded lovers. Mabel, her
dewy freshness and fair loneliness enhanced
a thousandtold by ravishing wrapper. all
frills and snowy purity, appeared to Tom q
perpetual feast for mind, body and estate,
and he seated himself, entirely bereft of his
usually healthy appetite. Mere animal food
In bis divinity's presence seemed little short
Of gross insult. Her divinity's eye, how
ever, ranged over the Widespread board
with shade Of dissatisfaction.
20" she cried, with a pretty little
assumption of authority, as a deferential
waiter glided into the room, "bring good
sized steak as quickly as possible"
But. my precious" demonstrated Tom,
rather taken aback as the servant disap-
peared, II really couldn't eat a mouthful.
Honestly, cup Of coffee, one Of your sweet
est smiles, and -
Nonsense, you silly boyp she inter-
rupted laughingly; you must eat. What
are theses o. eggs! They will serve to
amuse until the steak is ready" And her
snowy fingers grasped spoon.
Tom sat amazed. One, two three, four
eggs disappeared, and when the smoking
steak arrived he mechanically cut a modest