The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-09-16

The latest word of Partisan eccentricity
is that pet dogs in Paris are now dyed to
harmonic with the prevailing tint of
their mistress boudoir. Two shades of
violet are now the most popular coloring
for white dogs.
81 wondered much how the enormous
English wedding cakes weighing Into the
hundreds of pounds, were baked" com
ments woman, and when | was in
| England this summer | asked about it.
They are baked in sections, it seems. each
section weighing sometimes forty or fifty
pounds. These sections are perfect parts
Of the whole design, and fit into their
places as beautifully as pieces of cabinet
work. Each section is cut open to see that
it is properly baked, and the incisions are
afterward covered with thick sugar and
/ almond icing"
The old lady, says the New York
Tribune, who entered a train at a country
station had an anxious face, and soon
conhded to her neighbor the fact that she
had but once before been on a railroad.
The lines in her forehead appeared to
deepen as the hours went on, and every
time the train stopped she inquired, is
/ this New York}''
"Sposin' this train would be late" she
said, ''mebby Lyddy would think want
| comm "
Did you tell her which train you would
! takel"
"Oh, yes; I made sure to tell her to
meet me at the New York afternoon
train. They isn't more'n one train, is
| they}"
She was calm for a while after the
neighbor had assured her she would try
/ to help her find Lyddy, but presently she
remarked, How'll let 'em know l want
TO git of at New York;" Just then the
conductor passed and she seized him by
/ the coatsleeve, exclaiming, Look here,
Mister, I've got to land at New York.
! Won't you please stop the train for me
when we git there2"
An right, ma'am," said the man
| soberly.
| "You'll not forgit?"
"Trust me for that I'll remember,
| sure.n
Thank you kindly, sir" she answered
| gratefully. I'm much obliged"
! And the man did not smile till he had
| left her.
In America, says the New York Tribune,
! just now a tiara seems to be the outward
and visible sign of assured prosperity
/ the seal, as it were, of financial prosperity
but even to the fortunate ones to whom
such insignia are granted, the ordinary
choosing, discussing and deciding about
this browning glory of the jewel-box is a
matter of becoming seriousness. The
/ jewellers receive such an order with rev
erence, and sometimes take months to
select suitable stones, making special de-
signs, etc. So when little Mrs. A, who
unexpectedly inherited a large fortune
the other day, walked into the great
establishment of -, saying in matter
of-fact way that she wanted to buy a
diamond tiara. and asking to be shown
| some, as if they were the ordinary stock
in trade, the clerk fairly gasped.
One of the heads of the house was sent
for, and he, in his turn, summoned an
other of his cOnfreres for consultation
Mrs. A. was conducted in state to one of
the little green rooms; brooches, rings,
rivieres and headpieces were brought in
for the stones; design was chosen from
the portfolio of drawings, and then and
there the tiara was bought. Il never sold
a very important piece of jewelry in such
off-hand fashion in all my experience be-
fore" exclaimed Mr.. X, as he returned
to his office after bowling Mrs. A. out.
"She should try my receipt" said a
trim little woman to a buxom dame who
was regarding with expanded eyes a
woman of enormous proportions prone
nading up and down the parlor of dress
making establishment.
The buXom lady, says the New York
Herald, turned upon the trim, yet plump
little person, touched all over with the
spots of nature which makes the whole
world of women kin.
'Have you receipt" she asked. do
be sister and tell il TO me. Inever saw
you before, and | may never see you
again, but if you will teach me how 10
shave off about fifty pounds I'll be your
| friend in real If you ever lose friends and
fortune"
"A year ago I was as stout as you are, "
said the other, genially, but l took my
waist down six inches in a month. OF
course I'll tell you"
Two months later Mrs. Guest, the
seeker after truth, met her friends-re-
assembled after the summer divergence
| at a luncheon. Mrs. Guest was literary
| of inclination if not of practice, and 80
were her friends. They had a Shake.
speare class, read all the new novels and
attended lectures upon all intellectual
subjects. For time the conversation
| sparkled with illusions to all the fads of
the hour, including Sarah Grand and the
longer-drawn-out George Meredith and
Mrs. Ward. There was one stray refer
ence to Ibsen, but when mem Der of that
picked band attempted to allude to Toll
stoi she had forgotten how to pronounce
! the name.
| Az l6uRGl UlSf6 came one OF LnOSe sud
den and uncomfortable lulls which will
occur in even a literary luncheon. An
effervescent young woman, whose role it
was to be on the alert for such phases,
! flew to the rescue.
Dear Mrs. Guest" she exclaimed,
with vivacity, haven't you grown thin?n
One corner of Mrs Guests mouth
rushed up to meet an eyebrow which
simultaneously rushed down. 1t was a
wonderful suggestive facial contortion, a
| noble symbol of mystery.
There were twelve ladies at the table
Eleven of them possessed the volumi-
nous proportions which come to even
those of intellectual aspirations when
sauntering through their middle years.
They fairly gasped as they leaned for
ward and gazed at Mrs. Guest with
eager eyes, the eyes of hope; nay, of
rapture
so - you - have" they exclaimed.
Nancy Guest, what have you been doing
to yourselfl"
Mrs Guest chuckled complacently.
Walking" she replied.
There was one unanimous grunt Of dis
belief
"Banting"
The hostess threatened to give her
nothing more to eat.
II did it all in two months" said Mrs
Guest, helping herself to large measure
of potato au gratin.
l. l, ILL.,