The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-28
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4 Few Things Of Interest TO the
Fair Sex.

Whose Fathers Have Lost Their
Money-Helplessnes of Millionaires'
Daughters - Some Social Problems
Difhcult to Solve-When a Woman
Loves-Two Editors Who Had Not
Met for Twenty Years-other Mat
tiers of General Interest.
There is Bessie l., who belongs
to Knickerbocker stock, says writer in
Demorest's Magazine, but is not able to
live as she did when her father was one
Of New York's leading lawyers. So she
opened dear little stationery-shop on
the Avenue. OF course, she hasn't grown
rich, but she has a very nice business,
and such dainty onel She engraves
cards, does up wedding invitations, dance
programmes, etc. That is even a nicer
occupation than bonnet trimming, into
which, this season, two more clever girls
have gone, with the finest kind of pros
poets. l really envy one girl 1 know,
who used TO go abroad for her wardrobe
every year, and positively had tons Of
money and no end of a position. Her peo-
pie, about two years ago, went
all to pieces. The crash
came while she was on
the ocean, with seven boxes full of the
most heavenly gowns bonnets, and things
for he mothers dances, the Patriarchs',
horse show, etc. They met her at the
dock with the dreadful news, and what
do you suppose she did, -Four days after
her arrival in New York we all had little
cards saying that Miss Blank was just
home from Paris, with some very charm
ing costumes, which she would sell at
most reasonable prices. OF course we
rushed 10 see what 1t meant, and there
was her drawing-room turned into a cou-
turiere's salon, and Miss Blank, in prim
little tailor-frock, showing them off. In
one morning everything was bought up by
the fashionable friends, who attended
the sales, and as she conducted her bar
gains Miss Blank explained her intention
to 90 abroad three times a year and
purchase on order. We all gave her
orders, and now she goes with her mother
as chaperon. She stays in quiet little
hotel, and has secret conferences with
Worth, Doucet, Pingat, Raudnitz, Felix
and the rest, and the result is that every
four months she is back with gowns that
are absolutely the newest that come to
this side, bought for the women who
can't manage to get over every year, that
don't care for shopping or have no faith
in their own taste, or, maybe, are not
clever enough to get on the soft side of
the great modistes. She also buys bric-a-
brac, furs, furniture; and not only for
the rich women, but will lay out S. in
Paris with a skill and discretion delight
full to an economical soul. / think hers is
perfectly adora lie occupation.
One Of our society women, says the
New York Times, who is also one of our
most earnest charity workers, and who
has passed much of her life on a fine sub
urban homestead, where she is surroun-
ded by animal pets, was informed regard
ing recent railroad magnate that he
always watered his stock. Il am glad to
hear i'll" she exclaimed warmly. II am
sure that was one good trait he had,
though he is abused so much in the
papers. Our stock is too much neglected.
The poor creatures go thirsty and suffer
oftentimes. ! am glad TO hear that that
rich man was careful TO water his stock
This excellent woman has not yet recov-
cred from the peals of delighted laugh
ter with which her wicked frielNs
received her feeling outburst. This same
lady was one day passing along the
street, when the heart-broken cries of
child arrested her attention. Il must
stop and comfort him!" she said to the
friend who accompanied her "Oh don't!
We shall miss our tramp he expostu-
lated. II mustr' she rejoined, and,
STOPPING over the wailing little fellow,
she asked sweetly: What is the trou-
BILE, my dear}" The youngster, who had
just been expelled from his fathers shop
for misbeha ior, and was in a very bad
temper, peered around the corner of one
dirty hand and ceased his bowling long
enough to calculate with vigor: You
shut upm
When woman loves a man she lives
for him. writes Edward w. Box in AT
Home With the Editor" in the February
Ladies Home Journal. From the mo-
ment she awakens in the morning until
she closes her eyes at night loving wife s
thoughts are of her husband. All day
she performs her duties with the thought
of his pleasure uppermost in her mind,
and his image in her heart. Nearly every
thing she does is with the thought Of
him. If she puts a dainty touch to a
room she instinctively wonders what
he will think of it when he
comes home. If she buys an
article in the shops that he will see, close
beside her own preference for it is the
thought whether he will like il. When
she plans the dinner his tastes are re-
garded first. What would he like best is
children, having in mind little sugges-
ton or thought which he may have drop
ped days, yes, even months ago. His
color becomes her color; his taste her
taste. And even if she does not always
personally approve of certain thing she
buys it or she does it because she feels or
thinks it will please him. Scores and
scores of times have l seen wives Law
aside, their own preferences willingly
and cheerfully because their husbands
liked something else better. His
coming home is to her the event Of the
day, and it is her pleasure TO prepare for
ii in some way. No matter how tired the
head, how ill the body during the day,
she tries TO look cheerful when her hus-
band comes home. She feels that she
has something to dress for as his home
coming hour approaches She likes to
lay aside the house-gown she has worn all
day and don fresh dress for his coming.
II is pleasure to her TO wear the gown
for which, at some time or other, he NAV
have expressed a preference; or it may
be In the dressing of her hair in the way
which she knows he likes best; in the
simple ribbon of his favorite color: in
the wearing of a flower he likes TO see
on her, or with which there may
be some tender association; in little
touch which she deity gives the table in
some favoriJe dish of his prepared by her
own hands; in the inviting manner in
which his house-coat and slippers are
placed ready for his DOMINIC; in the con
Venient spot in which he finds his even
ing paper, his cigar ready for his enjoy
ment; in short, in the thousand touches