The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-12

Family bum and Sees Herself at
ix-Daguerreotypes of Long Ago.
Bab's Cousin IN -rousers NJ sde by
Woman's Hands ON ans Truest
Beeuty-The Hindoo Id "a of Won n.
What a Hin loo, However, Jannot
Do-Suppose There We're No
WomenP
Downright
NEW YORK, Feb. III am bit sad
nowadays. Il is the result Of looking at
albums An suut of mine who doesn't ap-
prove Of ms-In fact, who doesn't approve
of a woman who reads anything else except
the Bible and Shakespeare-has been pay
ing me visit and brought her albums. l
had to be civil. You see, being born In the
south, that feeling Of the hostess always
being civil clings to me. II we're a New
York woman l shouldn't feel It. Well, the
old lady came and she brought her belong
ingS I sdored her lace ] fell down and
worshiped her pearls but must say her
photographs we're too much for me. Why
viii people show you photography Of your
self at various sgesl And why were you
sufficient Of q fool 70 ever have them takeni
LOOKING OVER FAMILY PICTURES.
The first picture displayed TO my eyes
was a carte de-visite Of my grandmother
and grandfather. taken just before the war.
Ny aged granfsther looks as If he we're sit
ting on a needle, and my grandmother APP
pears to be preparing for death 1mms-
diately after the operation. Then there was
picture Of my father and mother on their
wedding trip. My father has decidedly
slinky look, and my mother, who is stand
ing up, clutches my father by the shoulder
as IL she were afraid that even the wedding
ring wouldn't hold him. She wears a plaid
frock and a crinoline, and her belt is
caught in with silver buckle which this
loving aunt Of mine gave her for wedding
present. My father has the decency to look
ashamed, but my mother has "I-have-got-
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT" sort Of an air that
ts peculiar 10 very womanly women. Then
Isppear
WHEN WAS SIX.
I am taken when I am years old, and I
am utterly expressionless. Just at the min
ute when the gentleman snapped
the machine shut my eyes,
and the result is that I look as il
! had fed q wicked world composed of
nurses and photographers. Later, ! am
depicted with two tails of faxen hair, q
lovely smirk and one hand spraddled out,
showing ring upon it. Judging from that
picture, have never been so satisfied in all
my life. Then there is a view Of me in an
hand and an open fan In the other, and the
tail of my frock drawn around to display
just how long 10 was. / remember that
picture distinctly. / remember the pho
tographer said it was artistic, and IL be-
heved him, Since then, when 1t has been
necessary for me 60 face the camera, 1 have
stood up with what | considered a scornful
air, and said; Catch me If you can" and
usually he hasn't, and | have paid my
ducsts that 1 might have the pleasure of
soothing the photographer.
TROUSERS BY woMAN's HANDS.
But really and truly are we all beasties
when we are youngl This delightful aunt
OF mine has picture in her album 20, that
dreadful book of my cousin Tom. Now
my cousin Tom happens to be very good
looking, but in his picture, taken at the
early age OF Z, be is pudding-faced boy,
wearing pair OF trousers that are largely
seat and small legs My aunt says that
these trousers we're made by a lady who
did fine sewing after she was 90 years old
and can quite believe it. She can tell
you wonderful stories about how this old
lady made the clothes for all the respectable
= uaker families. She means this for sar-
casm. but as she died before | was born,
can't have her making clothes for me,
which Is rather tough | shocked my aunt
by telling her that l hoped she would make
my angel robe; that had half notion to
post her a pattern so that il mightn't be
cut after the fashion Of Cousin Toms
trousers. After I said this my aunt packed
up all her belongings and went away.
woMANs TRURsT BEAUTY.
You know, in looking over the album, IL
Is like taking picture Of your own life
\ on are young, and you 90 along and there
is something absolutely funeral in your
progress. You begin to think after you
pass 70 that every year is taking from
you, but not adding to you. 1t is an
awful thing for a woman 10 do-of
course, nobody feels 1t, though, like
q beautiful woman. De Goncourt. in
one Of his plays, makes his heroine take
up hand-glass, look at herself, and say:
"Ah, look every hour of my age to-daypi
Arnould-Plessy used to say these words
in a slow, sad way, as If she were ringing
out the knell Of her departed youth; as II
she said "Be wiser than the othersl Alb
dictate before your beauty is gonen And the
beautiful women who heard her shuddered
with fear; but, notwithstanding the warn
ing. they never resigned. They waited
and waited and hoped and hoped
until they were old and ugly and
young women laughed at them, and
men Jeered at them. / tell you, my friend.
beauty IL marvellous gift, but you can'k
keep IL. And the woman who starts out be-
ing simply plessant-looking, but who is
womanly, kind-hearted and unselash, lasts
she longest aud wears the best She looks
into the glass, and she sees there eyes that
are clear because they haven't drawn them
selves together looking out for rivals; she
sees a mouth that 10 well shaped, because 10
isn't tortured as to whether she looks her
best at present, or whether she win always
be her best in the future and sees there an
uuwrinkled face because she Is not troubled,
for she sees Joy ahead Of her. The woman
who is not beautiful certainly has her day.
for there invariably comes a time when the
beauty Of the heart ia appreciated, and
little is thought of that something which
may be seen In any mirror.
THE HINDoo IDEA OF WOMEN.
Women are funny. Being a woman. I
appreciate it intensely. I'm funny, too. l
think we women can be worse and better
than anything else that lives; but oftenest.
think, we are just medium. The Hindoos
seem to have thought us out in a decided
way. They have a sort of catechism that
runs this way:
"What is cruelg
'tThe heart of viper"
"What is more cruel than thatgn
"The heart of a woman
"What is the cruelest Of allp
1.-The heart Of soulless, penniless
widow
"What lie the chief gate to hellqn