The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-12

For then would your nerves, spared from
constant attacks,
No more ne so chronic1ly haSby and lax.
While the craving for doses which daily in
Would the cause once removed. quite as GER
talnly cease--LondOn Truth
Don't" says an authority, IF you are
going abroad, try to buy shoes in London
Take all you will need from New York.
for there are no boots in London to suit
the taste or the foot of the American
girl"
In the August number of the Century
Theodore Benton has a gOssipy article
on Conversation in France" The writer
describes at length and with great ad-
miratiOn the salon of Nine Aubernon,
whose Saturday dinners are one of the
feature of Paris social life. Her guests
are chosen with the most particular care,
and she herself sees that they take up
only worthy topics for discussion.
Some lazy minds think that converse
ton at Mime. Aubernon's dinners must
be work rather than pleasure, and that
she behaves among her guests like the
leader OF symphony, bringing each in
Strument TO action or TO silence. 1t is
perfectly true that she permits no private
chats between neigh bors, which would be
a trespass against the good traditions of
the eighteenth century; she finds il in
polite and vulgar, injurious to the gen
eral effect, and when by some rare chance
it happens she rings tiny bell in the
most decided way. She was punished
once for this tyranny. While some one
was speaking-l think it was Bardoux,
the biographer of Chateaubriand' lovely
friends, Nine. de Beaumont and Nine.
de CuStine-another guest whispered to
the lady seated next to him; the tinkling
of the bell stopped his untimely words.
When NJ. Bardoux had ended, Mime.
Aubernon babe the guilty one to speak
in his turn.
What had you to say" she inquired.
80 little, very little,' he answered in
rather distressed way.
Il am sure it was something valuable;
we cannot afford TO lose it. Pray. speak
outl'
With hypocritical modesty the other
demurred. At last, with eyes lowered
upon his plate he answered, II was Just
saying 1 would willingly have taken lit
tie more salad"
There was laugh and some confusion
for the autocrat In truth, Nine Auber-
non deserves to be called by DR.. Holmes
who, if he chose, would have the seat at
her right hand-the autocrat of the din
ner table.
Nor are the Saturday dinners the only
Il
ner for younger and less well-trained
guests-dinuers of anarchists, as she calls
them, before hey get to be tanned and
broken to harness.
The observant stay-at-home-one who
does little prowling at night-cannot
fail to notice, says the Buffalo Courier,
the increasing number of midnight lamps
which illumine the shades of the second
story windows. Midnight gas Jets come
nearer the truth for men are unanimous
III their scofn for Kerosene, and 20 into
open revolt against it as soon as madam
is safely out of town.
Yes, the number of midnight lamps is
increasing, for no sooner does Jhed, serted
husband find himself privileged to do as
he pleases, and free from that call-so
harassing when he is in the middle of an
exciting story-"John, aren't you coming
to bed l''-then he buys and borrows
quantities of "all-overish" literature,
turns on all the gas. gets out bottle of
something wet and plate of something
dry, and proceeds to take his summer
read
The summer is the only season in which
he is able to crafty the hunger of his
dearest wish-that CT reading in bed
For. no matter where he may select his
bedroom-upstairs or down-his light is
sure to disturb his sensitive partner, and
TO inspire repeated protests against his
unreasonable course. She is always
afraid that he is going to injure his health
or his eyes, and finally, in osteusible def
erence to her wishes, he gives the thing
up as hopeless case, and resolves to wait
until she has gone for the summer before
resuming his favorite dissipation.
Then, after he has taken the whole
family to the train, seen that the luggage
is on, put all the bags and bundles and the
three children in the wrong sections. and
then had to change then all back again;
after he has gone back again to the ticket
Office to see why their sections are not all
together, and then had to run back in or
der to get the checks to his wife before
the train pulled out; after he has received
any number of hasty moist kisses and
bear like hugs from the boys, he rushes
out, steps from the moving train with the
air of a man who can do that sort of thing
extremely well, and then saunters up the
street in careless, objectless way. AS
there is nothing to hurry home for, he
amuses himself with the windows and
the people on the streets, but it
proves an unexciting pastime. and he
There in the airy solitude of the second
story, with the doors and windows wide
open, and the gas all on, he plunges into
the adventures of Stanley Weyman's he
roes, or reads the back numbers of
"IrlOy,' or, perchance, tOrSaklng the
moderns, goes back to the D'Artagnon
romances and lives again the life of the
Three MuSHeteers."
One O'CLOCK, 2 o'clock, O'Clock strikes,
and still he reads on. At first he reads
guiltily, as one who fears to be surprised
in some criminal act, but by the end of
the week he will have grown accustomed
to doing as he pleases, and will no longer
expect the voice OF rebuke from his
drowsy mate
How pleasant it is, says the St. Louis
Republic, to an honest person to see some
of the little modern shams of society
punctured A young woman who flashes
and shines in a certain elite coterie of the
West End, deserves sympathy, because
she has been caught in the fashionable
act Of playing the hypocrite.
I heard this story from reliable per-
son. The young society bellies picture
recently appeared in the society columns
of a lo1al paper Her numerous asso-
ciates complimented her in the most APP
proved style, but to their surprise she
professed TO be quite angry over the hor-
rid fact of seeing her picture in the public
prints She detested such vulgar display
so she said.
why, some mean photographer has
given my photo to that paper without my
permission :" exclaimed the young woman.
"Oh, my Oh, my! / could stand il my
self bur what will mamma saw when she