The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-22

LOT neF pfOcSeulnGSs ana, lnQeeu- II WOulu
be hard TO deny her right to do so, She
sees no reason why she should not get
such sOlace as comes her way, so she
does not hesitate to go TO the pit of the
theater with some brother of the craft
whom her parents know not. She will
not always spurn music hall.
She smokes o cigarette after the days
toll is over, (for no woman can smoke
sensibly like man over her work. and
she comforts herself for the many unplea-
santnesses of her surroundings by pre-
tending TO think that she is 'living her
own life" To do so more effectively, she
talks eagerly on the subjects that used
not to form any part of conversation in
which women joined. She is strong on
the rights of a woman to be and do any
thing she chooses, and her conversation is
apt to be little embarrassing to old
fashioned men. But she is far from
meaning any harm by it.
To get married, says the Philadelphia
Press, seems an easy thing to the young
man whose fancy lightly turns to thoughts
of love. But when it comes to the actual
ceremony there are a thousand and one
terrors which surround and threaten to
overcome him. Marriage in some states
is easy in others it is as difficult as OBJ
tanning divorce.
A well-known Philadelphia was about
to be married to beautiful young woman
who lived in the state of Delaware. He
had no idea that the marriage laws OF
that state were of an appalling nature.
He had secured his license, and thought
that was all that was necessary.
Have you filed your bond yetl' said
some one to him the day before the we'd
ding.
What" gasped he.
"Your bond, " repeated the questioner.
"YOu know every man who is married in
this state has to file bond for the pro
lection of the state"
The bridegroom was rather dubious,
but was finally persuaded that this was
fact.
"I'll see lawyer about it in the morn
ing" said he. So he went to friend,
who was a legal light, and said:
See here. They tell me l have to give
bond to the state when l get married. "
Certainly. Haven't you done sol" in
a surprised way.
mo, never heard of such thing be-
fore. What kind of bond is it2"
"Oh, any real estate will do"
"But haven't 'any real estate" -
The lawyer looked at him a moment.
Then he solemnly said:
Haven't you any friends who own
property?n
that way. Ican't ask my brides rela-
tives, you know"
His friend looked at him pityingly.
'YoU can't postpone the wedding, can
your
WHAT" fairly shrleked the unfortu-
nate.
"Of course, of course not" said the
legal light soothingly. But the poor bride
groom looked stricken.
ia w n Ia al
tend to the matter for you. Don't give
yourself any more concern about it."
The young man about to be-married
grasped his hand. He could not speak for
q moment, and then he poured forth his
thanks. He picked up his hat in re-
lieved sort Of way and walked TO the door.
Then he turned
''By the way, I forgot to ask you how
large is the amount of the bond required2
Fifty cents said the lawyer.
1t is very hard, says the New York Ad-
vertiser, to write of the widower and
show him sufficient respect. We-those
of us who do not marry him-are apt to
be unfair to him. He has every right to
mourn and every reason; and if his lameu-
tations are more open and his bleeding
heart takes more prominent position on
his sleeve than on that of the bereaved
wife, the difference is one of sex, and can
not be quarreled with And he has still
moreright, and still more reason, to marry
again ifhe chooses and because he usually
does choose, shall we, the f1attered sex,
indulge ungratefully in sarcasml Habit
is hard to break, and broken, leaves us
helpless and it is doubtless natures pro-
vision for the superfiuous woman that
when a man has grown accustomed to
being married he finds singleness anything
but blessedneSs.
A delightful story is told of Lowell and
feminine friend who, when she heard he
was about to remarry, was so Mortified at
such dissertation of the memory" of
the idolized Maria White Lowell that she
Indignantly denied the rumor at every
opportunity. Finally however, she her
self became doubtful and wrote to the
poet, begging him TO tell her whether she
was right in representing him as a never
to-be-consoled widower, or whether,
after all, he was just like any other
man.
The answer was short and sweet:
''Dear Madam: Yours, just like any
other man. James Russell Lowell"
just the same, however, and all the
more, the girl who marries a widower
need not think herself entering into a
path Of roses whose seeds were Thought
fully sown by her predecessor. If he is
a good husband, it is in spite. and not be-
cause, of his experience, and as for his
having learned to understand women, the
point always pleaded in her favor, that's
exactly the trouble. Every Joint In the
feminine armor he has learned, and has a
pebble to fit; he knows every approved
method by which lovely women gets her
own way-and the antidote; while forget
ting his own way he has vast fund of ex-
perimental knowledge to draw on He
has learned that woman is not an angel
"a dangerous point of enlightenment for
bridegroom to begin at-and that a man
need not be one or anything near one, to
keep the affection of the all-enduring sex.
Then-and this is not sentiment but
plain fact--there is the spectral figure
which tif might say it without too hope
less mixing of methaphors) invariably
sticks in the throat of number TWO. I
needn't say that it is number one. The
woman hasn't been born who en- oys the
thought of having had predecessor, or
appropriate surroundings and fitted with
a crown and wings. Outside the comic
paragraphs, l doubt if he audibly COM
pares and quotes number one to her:
inwardly. he can't help but do
it, either favorably or unfavora-
bly, And though the last state is,
of course. much worse than the first,
few of us would care for exactly the same
foundation for our happiness, as Helen
Mar, the heroine of the immortal Scot
fish Chiefs, on whom the noble Wallace
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