The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-25

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be old, because she hasn't wrinkle
on her heart, She has more energy
than any business man you know, and all
the executive ability and kindness of
sister Irene; though aunt Louisa is not
an angel, for which her friends are de
voutly thankful Over the tea YOU will
hear the sad story Of a young woman who
believed she had great dramatic ability,
and who, against aunt LOuisa's advice,
put $500 she possessed into the hands of a
manager who would permit her to play
Juliet. No statement need be made of
the result. Now she is stranded in an OK
IRENE southern city, and belongs away
out west, and aunt Louisa is desir-
Gus of getting up a benefit or q
collection, to put her on her feet
again. Having seen her Juliet,
you doubt the desirability Of that, but
Aunt Louisa says, "Ah, well, come now,
she is girl she is alone, and we ought
to do all we can for her" And then you
feel that for Aunt Loulsa's sake you will
forgive the Juliet. When there is a fair
in New York, there are more pictures Of
Aunt Louisa sold, II she sells them herself,
than of anybody else; and nobody, except
a disappointed politician, ever attempted
to cheaper her in one and she Just said ia
him, "My dear boy, know you are in
hard luck, and feel sorry for you, and
you can have itfor nothing" The story
goes that that man was so delighted that
he paid her $50 for IL; but you cannot
Youch for this
Among the actresses there Is a general
opinion that the mere fact of their being
In what they are pleased to term the
profession, as If no other existed, en-
titles them to call on Aunt Louisa for
anything they may happen to want.
They borrow clothes; they borrow money
they unfold their troubles to her, and,
worst of all, they read their plays to her,
and yet she lives, and is happy through
it all Once a week she goes around TO
visit the sick actors in the hospitals, and
when you saw her the other day she was
in fighting trim, because she couldn't see
why some Of them couldn't be boarded
in the country instead of paying for
them in the hot city. You think she
brought that board TO agree with
her. As you said before, Aunt Louisa is
not old in years, but she commenced play
ing old wemen's parts when she was
about 20, and the theatre people have an
idea that no woman never does that who
isn't old-she has an elderly reputation.
When somebody dies aunt Louisa is rung
up to give particulars about them, and TO
tell whether she going to the funeral or
not No actor is too lowly for Aunt
Louisa not to pay him the last parting
tribute of respect, and there has been
many a funeral here in New York, whore
q woman who loved a man, wept out her
sorrow on Aunt Louisa's breast, and was
consOled and made happy. Over the tea,
you hear pleasant, kindly gossip; and you
laugh once in Il while at Aunt L0uisa's
scorn, which is fine, about somebody who
puts on airs. You look at her closely; she
must have been q pretty girl; she Is a
good looking woman, and II time has writ
ten a few lines ON her face, they have
only intensified the kindness and brought
out the merry look.
BOOTH SENT HER SILK STOCKINGS.
The funniest story you ever heard about
aunt Louisa happened when you were in
London Edwin Booth was playing there.
and knowing aunt Louisa's answering
patriotism, he sent her, for Joke, pair
of silk stockings, striped in red, white and
blue. That nighHiaunt Louisa had box
to see the plays Mr.. Booth noticed his
company were ratified, and CHANGING at
the box, at once, to his sorrow and delight,
he discovered aunt Louisa sitting in all
the gorgeousness of black velvet, and
on her breast a sign which read, "I'd wave
them, but / have got them on The gen
tie Dane forgot the King of Denmark, and
the curtain had to go down in hurry, to
the tune of "God Save the Queen" Some
body tells you the time, and you have TO
fly from Aunt Louisa, promising to do
your part by the unhappy Juliet. and
wishing that Aunt Louisa may live for
ever, and if she ever does have to leave
this world. may she go to one where the
angles viii all lift their halos off their
heads and call out God Bless Aunt
Louisa
ENDING LIFE IL HOSPITAL.
A hospital isn't a pleasant place, but
you can't stay away when you get a
despairing note like the one in your hand ;
it is from man, wretched, unhappy
man. You buy bunch of sweet peas to
take to him, and when you get there his
one despairing cry is, Don't let me be
put where they put paupers." And then
he tells again TO you the wretched
story of his life; of the success of his
books; of his happiness, which you
know showed itself in dissipation. Then
he wonders why the next book failed,
and he blames the critics, and he blames
the world, aud he blames every one but
the right person, himself You console
him as well as you can, for you know that
death is very near, and you promise him
that he shall be taken away from the
noise of the great city, and buried In a
quiet country churchyard, where, if it is
possible, his brain and his body will rest.
You go away having done the best you
can, but still you sigh. You cannot make
him happy in any way, and the restless,
miserable life will wear itself out, and
you wonder what will be set down to. its
credit on that awful book.
You go home 10 dress for n dinner, and
while you are putting on your fine frock,
first one face and then smother comes up
before you, and you see the Italian girl,
you see Maggie getting married, you see
dear Aunt Louisa, you see the sick man,
and later on, when a would-be novelist
tells you that there is nothing in everyday
American life to write about, you look at
him in amazement, and you realize that
he doesn't see life; he only secs men and
women walking around like puppets
wound up. He doesn't get into the heart
of things and he hasn't enough heart to
draw living, breathing people to him. He
always sees the mask and not the face.
THE GREAT PROBLEM or LIFE.
There never was such q great melo-
drama as life itself
DThe villain is always lurking around
ready to do evil, and yet you think even
the villain has a tender spot.
The hero is always there, ready to do
what is right, and yet you thing even the
hero could be a villain.
.She good mother can always be found,
and yet you think If circumstances were
changed she might be the scheming first
old woman.
The heroine Is always there, and yet
you think it possible for TO change into
the adventures
The timid girl, the bashful young man,
the funny old man. the broken hearted