The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-05-20

There Will be some fun in Westminster
says the London telegraph, one of these
nights-not in the House of Commons. for
little amusement can be found in in
creased taxation, one man one vote, or
even TO Welsh Discs Enlistment, but in
the neighborhOod of the tall, well-dressed
lady who stepped into the witness-boX of
the local police court on Saturday,
hugging tiny pug dog, and said TO Mr.
Shell, Sir, will you please give ME the
renewal of separation orderF what
do you mean by that" asked the magis-
trate. We'll, sir, it's like this" con-
tinued the lady, as she stroked her pet.
II got a separation order against my hus-
band, but / took him back, and now am
so sorry-so awfully sorry-that l cannot
tell you how sorry am" Il am not
going TO advise you" answered Mr.. Shell,
grimly. IF you don't know when you're
happy, you can't expect me TO tell you.
Go TO the divorce court. It's no use
coming to me. You got the
separation order. Why didn't you
keep it? You are like the rest of your
sex-you throw away all the advantages
you get" The lady with the dog looked
sad and sighed, but ventured to make
another appeal Can a man." she
timidly asked, come in after midnight
Because he-does. He comes home at
3 o'clock in the morning and goes to bed
in his clothes and boots. He isn't at all
particular, l can assure you. He hasn't
had them off for a month, and / don't
think it's nice" The lady shifted as she
spoke to emphasize what she meant, and
waited for the magistrates answer,
which came not Mr.. Shell was not to
DE drawn. The lady then took large
door key-about the same size as the dog
out of her pocket and, tapping it on
the witness box. said decisively: "I'll
lock the front door on him, l will
won't stand it any longer" That lady
and her husband are sure to give amuse-
ment to their neighbors soon-but it may
take place at an untimely hour.
The old-time darby butler and the we'll
scrubbed, spotlessly white marble door
steps. says the New York Tribune, used
in old days to be the almost universal
adiunc;s of a weli-kept establishment in
Philadelphia Even now, among the old
conservative people, the ancient land
marks still exist. At certain houses the
matutinal maid can yet he seen at an i'm
possibly early hour with her pail and
scrubbing brush. effacing the marks of
the previous days travel on her mis-
tresss beloved doorsteps, and polishing
up the brass knocker on the big white
door. which an hour or so later will be
OItuCu W q EAlnulliS OlQ iCEtO JULIET III a
white waistcoat-an amiaole functionary
who converses affably with his master as
he helps him on with his coat. and comes
out on the step TO watch him walk away
1T is like going back several decades
TO stop at Mrs. AS" exclaimed New
Yorker who had recently returned from
visit to the Quaker City. Everything
is so precise and well ordered, and so stif
and so wonderfully clean. Every chair
has had its accustomed place for years,
and the routine Of the house is like clock
work. All the servants are colored and
from George Washington Curtis the but
Ter down to Phemie, the kitchen maid,
all are black as the ace of spades. The
MAIDS all wear huge white aprons, with
wide, stif strings, and snow white tur-
bans; and as for George Washington Cur
It's, he is altogether the most magnificent
gentleman OF my acquaintance. Having
lived since the boyhood in what he con-
siders the 'fust families Of the country
he has a lofty scorn of modern fashions,
and he ignores all the latest expressions
entirely.
- Is Mrs. A. in the drawing-roomp l
asked the first morning OF my arrival
- Miss Sally Miss A. am in de par
lor. he answered. rebukingly. De young
ladies, dey take de drawing lessons up
stairs in de school room
Let me help you wifi dem puffs,
missy he said one day, when was vainly
striving 10 poke my big sleeves into the