The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-22
BAB'S BABBLE.
The Critics Who Imagine They Know
the World Of Men and Women.

lHp N0llu I'll MtH dHu NUllNH.
The Whitewashing of Soiled Doves.
Giving a Woman Another Chance.
The Woman Who Always Wore a
Thermometer in Her Stays-Prayer
Books Bound in Black Velvet and
Point Lace PlaythinRs for Men.
Forgetting a Woman's Past Record.
Growing Weary of the Monotony Of
Country Life Do Critics Give Credit
for Good Work.
Copyright, 1899
New York, Oct. l5.-There are times
when l am fully convinced that all men
are fools. 1t dawns upon me when / read
the criticisms of play Of which men do
not understand the motive. A great
many years ago Dumas, the younger,
brought out a play called Les Ides de
Madame Aubray." Frenchmen scoffed
at it, women read it, marveled at it, and
wondered who the woman was behind
the pen she whispered how women felt,
what women did, and altogether how ir-
rational they were. They recognized
themselves in the woman who was at the
head of a society to urge the whitewash
ing Of soled doves. but who drew herself
up with disgust when her own son sug-
gested that he should marry the woman
he had wronged. Men said this was far
fetched laughed at it; women said less
nd thought more. To-day one of the
best known of the English playwrigLts,
Pinero, introduces to US the Second Mrs.
Tanqueray"
And My Master, the Critic, who knows
the world so well, the world as bounded
on the west by Sixth avenue, on the east
by Broadway, on the north by Thirty
fourth street, and on the south by Twenty
third, gets up on his hind legs and brays
forth. There never was such a woman"
And the women The women are not say
ing very much, but every now and then
one who dares wonders who the woman
was who told PinerO how women felt.
MY Master. the Critic, says such woman
is coarse; does he expect sOiled dove to
have the whiteness of a lily My Mas
ter, the Critic, says men of the world
don't marry women like that, and that he
thinks he knows the world If he will
take the trouble to look into the Peerage
or in the county gentry of England, Ire
land and Scotland he will find that it is
men of the world who marry such women.
1t is never the respectable middle-Class
man: he marries in his own set. 1t is
the man who knows it all, and who loves
even a soiled dove well enough to think
that by giving her an honorable name he
can make her as white as her sisters.
REAL AND UNREAL LIFE PICTURES.
My Master, the Critic, sheds sloppa
tears over Camille; he bluobers over the
apotheOsis of 'ErOuFrou, land vet he says
the Second Mrs Tanqueray' is immor-
al. There are people who say that Bal
FAC is immoral. Is every real picture of
life carefully painted in black and white,
showing the sin to be what it is, immorall
While a pink and white picture of an He
tara refined and made interesting by
hectic flush and heart-breaking cough
to pull at our heart-strings, is called
sympathetic and cad Tear away the
roses and the fine frocks and the sickly
sentiment from Camille, and what have
your A common woman, vulgar, believ-
ing that because she is dying she is in
love with young man, and who, if she
had baen cured, would probably have
measured her love for him by the depth
of his pocket.
My Master, the Critic, does not like the
Second Mrs. Tranqueray' because, al
though he is not acquainted with her, she
impresses him as being real He claims
she does not live here-she didn't sit far
from me the night l saw Mrs Kendall
play, and l wondered how long the real
Tanqueraay would enjoy her Mrs
Tanqueray is a well-known feature of
English life. She IS largely the result of
the daughters of poor gentlefolk and of
younger sons who cannot afford to marry.
You can see her at the theater sitting
next to a duchess, and very often of the
two she is the better dressed and the more
refined looking. From the social stand
point, she knows exactly what is right,
and she knows the people she would like
TO go with, but as she cannot, she is
forced to make friends with the women
who will accept her. OF course, she
coarSens. Drop your dove in a mud pud-
die and what will be the result? She is
tossed around from one to another; her
soul and her body alike being bruised.
IT SEEMS HARD TO FORGET THE PAST.
One day she meets Aubrey Tanoueray
he is the man who is gentle, kind and low
ing TO her. He knows her life, but his
love for her IS sufficient to make him be-
lieve that once she bears the honored
name Of wife, the past can be blotted out
and this woman, some place between IS
and 4O-not young girl, as the critics
persist IN saying-Wiu be given another
chance. Mrs Tanqucray ana her kind do
not come from the Sums the daugh tiers
OF clergymen, of country gentlemen. they
are well educated and calculated to be
companions to men. This man who was
wiling, because OF his love, to give
the woman another chance, had been
married once, and his wife is best de-
scribed by his friend. A fanatic, a
woman who found her heaven in her be-
lief and her hell in her husband q woman
who, as the friend said, always wore a
thermometer in her stays and never let it
get above zero. That is the woman. my
Critic, who drives men to seek the second
Mrs. TanqUerays. Men love women who
are flesh and blood, not prayer books
bound in black velvet and point lace The
child of this first marriage is a girl, as
unpleasantlyoffene as her mother the
sort of girl who is calculated to freeze
anything, and whose sense of what is
wrong is so acute that she feels, as she
says, the past Of poor Paula. May the
good God preserve all of US from meeting
such girls But, as the man who loved
Paula said, SO many times, this girl was
Just like her mother
TRYING TO REFORM A WOMAN.
When the l"Second Mrs. Tanqueray''
goes to her husbands country home, the
nelghbors. with that sweet charity be-
longing to women, refuse to call upon her:
and when one does come, she makes it so
plain that she has come to see this beast
of girl, that a woman with any pride at
all fOrgiyes Paulas bad manners, and
wonders that thew are not worse YOu