The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-18


/ murders them, usually with dagger,
/ which she uses for mark in her prayer
( book, does all sorts of dreadful things,
/ while the good, young hero believes her 10
/ be direct descendant of one of Raphael's
/ angels I wonder what is the reason that
! she has changed her color"
/ well " said another woman, who was
/ a blonde herself, Il think it is because
/ the world is growing more intellectual,
/ and the blonde type is supposed to be the
/ brainy one. The dark haired woman is
/ loving and passionate, and may be quick
! tempered, but the blonde woman is cooler
/ and more calculating. Then, too, she is
/ inclined to be occult. She claims TO have
/ various spirits influence her, and she
/ throws the whole responsibility Of what
/ ever she does on TO whoever may be con-
| trolling her at that time. Those things
/ are very convenient to believe. All these
/ queer ideas take away the responsibility
/ from the individual l know one
/ woman who persists in saying that
at times she is governed by somebody
/ else's soul, and that she cannot be held
/ responsible for what happens when she is
/ really not herself. Queerly enough, il
! you start in to count the women who &C
/ cept these ideas, you win find that nine
/ out of ten have blue eyes. l don't know,
| but l would be willing to bet that the
| woman who wrote that horrid book, The
lieu Cllg 4 W lilHs mas LAEllb EYES. VI Is, d.
| least, blonde in effect. Horrible Yes, /
| do think it is horrible for it's stupid, and
/ it's what use 10 call when / was little
! girl, unnice. Books with purposes are
/ like people with them-they bore one to
| death.
Probably in the days of the Queen of
! Sheba they were discussing that same old
/ question as to the responsi bility of man or
/ woman in regard to sin. and 10000 years
| from now they viii still be discussing it,.
! The people who make this cry of sex
/ against sex are always forgetting that
/ God did not make men like women, and
/ that when He comes TO judge them, He
/ will judge them differently Personally,
! | think he will be more lenient with the
women, but / haven't the slightest desire
| TO see them treated alike, either in this
world or the next. l get very tired of the
/ overwhelming
uCoNCEIT OF THE WRITER'S OF TODAY.
THE idea of the man who wrote Ben
! Hur,' say that Dickens will be forgotten
! because his people are common! When
! his books are being used to wrap up slate
! pencils, people win be loving Little Nell,
! admiring David COpperfeld, appldudIng
the heroism Of Sidney Carton, and ador-
! ing the sweet womanliness of Bella VIII
| fer. | don't believe Charles Dickens or
! Thackeray said that sort of thing about
! people who wrote books when they lived !;
! but man who happens TO make q hit
| with book that has history as its fOun-
| dation throws mud at men who possessed
| the great gift Of touching the heart and
! of drawing the pictures of living, breath
! ing souls. Brother! Conceit may push a
| book, but il doesn't make II live forever;
it may advertise it, but it can't make US
! love it, We may all read it once, but
| when the heart is sad we don't go to it
for cheer as we do to those living breath
| ing people created by the two great mas
tiers of novel writing in English"
After this she took a good mouthful of
| tea, because she had been so enthusiasts
tic, and then somebody said: Whats
| the use of writing novels that are to i'm
! prove people}' A nOvel-a good one-is
| like a beautiful piece of sunshine; it Is
! going to bring Joy to you, If you are we'll
in mind and body, you appreciate it
| kneenly; if you are i'll, ii comes to you
| just like the golden ray that peeps
| through our shutters, and Frightening
your abiding places, makes everything
around you gladder. He who can write a
| good novel has done more than any other
man TO bring happiness TO men and wo-
men and good novel isn't one that has
800 pages devoted to what the writer
thinks about some much vexed question
and 100 to the story; but it is one that
| tells its story easily, carefully, and in
such way that it is like a series of pic
lures. Like the panorama of life, and for
the time you are the looker-on. The i'm
moral novel is the product of to-day
WE sHRUG OUR SHOULDERS.
and object to the books wherein plain
language is used, and yet we accept, be-
cause they are the fad Of the moment, the
novels that analyze faith into nothing.
that condemn man until one wonders how
it was possible that God made him after
his own image, and only makes of worth
a fool of woman who considers it her
! business to remodel the world. / am
tired of 1t. 1t is very good world if one
will only take the trouble to look for the
| good things in it.
don't blame anybody for refusing to
honor and respect such women as are
pictured in the analytical novel of the
day. Would you want your mother to be
like one Of theme They regarded mother
hood as a burden, faith as a folly, human
| ity as a fraud. They talk talk, talk
| talk, until you think that it is the only
mission they have. They complain of un.
faithful husbands, of wicked children
What have they done to deserve better
ones2 They are so busy talking that they
have no time TO think, consequently they
don't know how 70 get the love and re
spect that man will give his wife on
the devotion and honor that child will
give its mother"
TIE INFLUENCE OF GOOD MOTHERS.
For my own part, in answer to this,
said when / read about these women
l remember one of the commandments, al
least part of one of them, and that i.
Honor thy mother The most loving
child will fail in its attempt to honor it,
mother when she is not worth it, anC
these women, talking so much about re
form, forget the great beauty of being
mother, Some Of them bad, wicked
women, decline to accapt the responsible
ity, the sweet responsibility of BEARING
a child. l often wonder if they realize
what they have missed. Never TO hav,
known that pain, worse than death
which is yet so sweet that it brings
woman close to heaven. But, thank good
ness, there are other women who are fan
away above those described in the analyt
ical novel; women whose children car
honor them, and love them, and who re
turn both in full. Honor your mother,
say, you are woman. You know how
she suffered for you when she bore you
how patient and loving she has been will
you, and you cannot give her too mucl
love, or too much consideration.
SHE Is YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND.
wonder if you viii pray as do that
when death walks into the house. he MAY
put his cooling, restful hand first on you
for without your mother, surely yol
would be friendless. What we give, We