The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-01


OF tender thought for others that shall
make the world oblivious of the silver
strands which time is threading our locks
with.
Themost beautiful old age is the one that
most nearly approaches selfefacement,
leaving time for US to observe that others
have trials TO be endured greater than
ever we bore, perhaps, and sorrows to be
soOthed | asked a sweet-faced, smooth
tempered old lady once TO give me the
secret OF her perennial youth:
II never worry, my dear. Women fret
themselves into wrinkles and then fret
because they are wrinkled. If | can
remedy thing do it just as promptly as
possible. Ii cannot | endure it Just as
quietly as possible. That is all the secret
possessed Of
l know of an old lady whose custom it
is to celebrate her own birthday in a
truly charming fashion. She goes out, or
sends out, into the highways and byways
and musters all the poor little waits and
gamlns she can find, inviting them TO
spend the evening with her Her beaut-
full parlors are decorated and lighted as if
for the most distlng dished guests. There
are games and dances, songs and music
prepared for the entertainment of a lot of
little ragamutnns, or else they may gather
close about the big arm chair in which
their patron saint sits enthroned in a
stltf black satin robe, a fine lace cap on
| top OF her dear white head.
After the small waits, who never get a
glimpse of any but the seamy side of life
save on these annual occasions are tired
| OF story or dances, they are fed to reple-
ton with the daintiest of refreshments,
amt sent back to their poverty-stricken
homes the better by far for one blessed
woman's birthday.
n 4
Bay correspondent of the New Bedford
Journal, | hear from private sources in
! stances of the great tact aud courtesy of
Mrs. Cleveland toward her neighbors of
the Cape, which is the secret of her pop
| ularity with them The Cape is republi-
can, but Mrs. Cleveland is above par with
nearly every body. | heard an old bronzed
sea captain, very polite to ladies'. as most
OF his craft are, tell how he sent Mrs
| Cleveland aud Baby Ruth several sea or
nam6ntS, among them, as | remember, a
! whale tooth, and what letters of ac-
acknowledgement he received in reply. |
made out from his story that if Mrs.
| Cleveland had been writing to an emperor
! she would not have been more puuctual
and deferenlial than she was to this sim
ple-hearted, chivalrOus man Of the sea,
and his face as he was telling US the
story was lighted up as a knight Grants
might have been when descanting on the
virtues of his lady. One touch of human
nature makes the whole world kin"
The author of that always delightful
novel, The Wooing OF, " says the New
| y Ork Tribune, is d living contradiction to
the theory that Intellectual eXertions are
destructive to Woman's health aud her
| feminine and domestic tastes Mrs. Hec-
tor is grandmother, and is nearly 20, a
tall, stately looking. handsome woman,
fond OF her home and its occupations, and
absorbed in her clever children. The
most strong-minded thing about her is
her belief that girls should work indie
pendentty for themselves Her eldest
daughter, Ida Hector, is said to have the
critical faculty strongly developed and
she acts as the literary secretary Of an
old family friend, Rider Haggard, when
he IS writing novel. The second daugh-
ter, Nine. tllloneauX, who is married TO
| a krenchman and lives in France, prom
ises to become a successful author. Her
mother thinks that the young lady will do
more than she has done-"there is more
in her. she says. The third daughter is
an artist.
The novelist's real name is Mrs AlcX-
| ander Hector. In her uncertainty as to
success when she began writing, she pre-
ferred not to make use of her surname,
so merely dropped the Hector, and later
on her publishers advised her to continue
to write under the name by which she
had made herself known AS young
girl she loved authorship, and did some
work for Charles Dickens in IAN the
Year Round" but she found, when she
married, that her hus band did not care
for writingwomen, so the pen was
| dropped. 1t was not until after husband
and father had died, and while her chill
dren were too young to be companions for
her, that she took took to literary work
in the long, lonely evenings. Some of her
early productions were in verSe-their
author merrily says that she is respon-
sible for yards of poetry which She has
never o 1ered to any Publisher. She writes
for three hours every morning, and de-
lights in the work, averaging about the
same amount daily.
Mrs. Hector is an Irish woman, who
married Scotchman, and who has lived
in England, France and Germany in order
to educate her children well. Her novels
show excellent results OF this cosmopoli-
tan experience
To be well dressed in these DAYS, saws
the New York Iribun, is no easy matter,
for pretty gown is only the beginning
Petit oats, stockings, hats must AL