The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-04

some piece OF bric-a- brsc. The husband
was not proud man, and so he said right
| out that it was pretty thing. And when
she said she had only given 81 for it hs
wasn't too proud to say il was dirt cheap.
That very evening he brought home four
big chrysanthemums. You know how
handsome they are. the yellow ones with
long stems, to put in big blue vase like
| that. Well, she asked if he would pour
water into the vase if she would get the tea
kettle full for him. You see it was SO big
it sssmed best not to move it to
| fill It, de said yes; so she got the
tea kettle full for him, and he balanced
himself over the sofa to get at the
corner where the vase was You know how
much those big vases take, but they didn't
| mind a Bit when the kettle had to be filed
again. Then presently they both heard
soppy sound, aud all of sudden she
screamed that her feet were In puddle.
You see, they had a thick rug on the floor,
30 they had not heard the water running.
The vase wasn't a vase at all. 1t was meant
for lamp. 1t had nice little hole in the
bottom Of 1t for the central draft;n real
nice thing for lamp, to be sure, but horrid
for vase. OF course 1t wasn't her fault
now, was it, But you should have heard
| tnat man. l am not telling this 20 blame
her. Still, 1t is we'll to find out whether you
are buying lamp or q vase.
Several accomplished young women are
earning good salaries in New York by
| coaching society women in the topics OF the
day, the new books that are being talked of,
| new works of art that are attracting atten-
| ton, and interesting novelties even in more
| serious lines While my lady is in the
hands OF her maid being dressed for the
| dinner or reception, the unique educator
prepares her mind as well ON such subjects
as may be discussed at the function she is
to attend; and so. thoroughly equipped.
| my lady goes forth to estonish her heerer
| with her cleverness. and to increase the
fame of the American woman for bright
ness, intelligence and versatility.
A good moral, says the New York Times.
is to be found 10 a little story told at a
woman's luncheon day or two ago. The
| narrator was western woman who came
last spring from residence Of several years
| in a western frontier fort. when we left"
she said, 81 had to part with faithful dog
friend who had been a member of our fam
lily circle during our entire stay at Fort.
| Wishing him to be we'll placed l gave him
| to a friend who lives on ranch several
| miles from the post where we were. We
sent him over only the night before we left,
and it was several weeks before | heard
from my friend. Then she wrote me that
Rab-for we called him that-piued and
mourned for almost e fortnight.
| He refused to eat until driven to it by ex-
treme hunger, and then a mouthful or two
seemed to satisfy or choke him. for he would
| stop at that and stink away again, his tail
between his legs, an utterly detected canine.
| When he had been there nearly two weeks
with no abatement Of his misery, one day
my friend prepared an especially appetizng
dish of meat, and by dint of much coaxing
and petting got Rab to approach it. He
shifted IL slightly, then looked up
| at her with mOurnful ex
preston, as if to say, It's no use,' and
started to sneak of out of sight, when an
| Indian was seen coming toward the house.
! Rab never liked Indians, and he pricked up
his ears and elevated his tail at this one.
Then he sprsnC forward and with growls
| and bsrkings prevented the stranger from
coming nearer. Sesing the dog could not
| be pacified he turned after a little and went
| on without stopping
My friend did not know his errand, but,
| whatever it was, RAb had postponed 1t. No
sooner had the Indian vanished quite out
of sight than the dog came bounding back
| to the house, a different animal He leapad
exoitedly around my friend, licking
her hand, and betrayed every evidence Of
joy, and finally ran TO the plate Of meat he
had Just refused and ate every morsei with
keen relish. From that moment his home
sickness vanished. He had found some
thing to do-he was the fsmily's defender,
| and as such he felt that he had right and
place in the household. / could only think
when l read my friends letter, of Carlyle's
| words: Blessed is he who hath found his
work; let him ask no other blessedness,' and
every homesick person should try Rnb's
remedy Of helpful occup patton as panGcea."
IL Is quite permissible to have the fer
| ent rooms of your house furnished in differ
| ent styles, but woe betide the person who
mixes methods inside the four walls of a
single apartment You may have your
drawing room a symphony in faint, dim,
sweet colors, all bursting into bcribboned
garlands and wreatbs You may have your
library in heavy, low browed colonial
lines-plain, strong, not prone to dis
traction. You NAV have the music room
held in conquest by gay little cupids with
more wreaths and ribbons and impossible
| stringed Instruments. You may have the
smoking room in oriental fashion, with rugs
and divans and quaint low tables and Moor
ish grills. and all that sort of thing. You
may have your sleeping room in white ma
| hoganv, with another instsllment Of flying
ribbons and more festoons of flowers You
may have your halls like your great grand
fathers of 1876, with deep wooden settees
and polished floor and great brick fire.
place.
| Murray Hill is as anxious as Cherry Hill ia
listen to hear, says the New York Sun, and
all through the recent Salvation Army
congress in New York the boxes at Music
hall we're filled with men and women not
enrolled among the recruits and officers OF
the army, listening with something besides
curiosity to the little woman in the blue
uniform, with Der officers sash Of the stars
and stripes.
1t was picture to he remembered, tn G
army lassies in their poke bonnets and the
bright sashes of their corps, the soldiers
in their scarlet Jerseys, the
slum workers with their whlte-robed
babies, the Turks 10 their brilliant
dress, saluting with great waving OF
banners, with deafening din of drums
and blare of trumpets as the little mother
came down before them all pale from her
recent illness, but with bravely smiling
lips and glowing eyes, and lifting one white
hand In the beautiful motions of the mil
itary salute, acknowledged their greeting
and silenced the uproar. just for a
moment the slight figure swayed and you
felt that she would fail; then the clear,
resonant voice rang out through the great
building to the farthesS galleries. 1t was
simple little story she told TO one OF
Napoleou's soldiers who was dying. AS
| oarafnllxy for tho hui.