The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-21

and, TO your horror, you discover she is
living up to her name. The room into
which you are shown might belong to a
bachelor Good etchings are on the walls.
and colored pictures Of steeplechases, of
famous four-in-hands, and photographs of
well-known horses, mingle with them.
The furniture is comfortable. immensely
so but it is ali upholstered in leather;
the big table in the center of the room has
on it lot of sporting papers, a paper
weight, in the shape of bronze dog q
huge inkstand, and two or three mascu-
line looking quilts, and several boxes of
cigarettes. On the mantle-shelf are pic
lures of some pretty young wo-
men, one of them taken in
very low bodice, and having written
across it For My Dear Dicky." You
wonder if by mistake you haven't gotten
into her fathers room; but in a minute
she swaggers in. The only difference
between her get-up and yours is, that her
waistcoat is a little fancier, and that she
wears sack-coat, while you have on
trock one; and though her skirt is
creased, still she does wear a skirt, and
not trousers. Her hair is brushed back
smoothly off her face, braided very tight,
and pinned so closely to her head that
you fully realize that she has no desire TO
make her hair soft framing for her
pretty face, but, instead she regrets that
she has it, and while it must be neat. it
certainly shall not add to her appear
ance. Her hands are large, very white,
and well-kept and she wears a couple of
heavy gold rings on the little finger of her
left hand. You realize that these hands
have grown large from driving and riding,
and from outdoor games.
MISS DAsHAwAY AT HOME.
She comes forward to meet you and
says: well, Jim, thought you had for
gotten u.s. It's frightfully jolly to see
you again, old chap. Have cigarette; /
can recommend them. Some of them,
those with my initials on the wrapper,
have just enough morphia in to please
you. How has the world been going with
you! Everything is beastly rotten, I
think. Even the girls are uninteresting.
By-the-by, 1 want to show you the picture
of my latest crush She draws out from
the pocket of her waistcoat a heart
shaped locket, and opening it. gives you
an opportunity to see the face of the girl
whose picture is on the mantel shelf
Then she says between puffs. mice little
girl; womanly little creature. The sort l
like The kind of girl who likes you to
talk nice to her, and who wouldn't permit
you, for minute to say anything before
her that you mighn't say to her mother.
But even with her, life is fiat. Doing the
wrong thing is bad form. | can't imag-
Inc myself getting drunk, or running
away with man, or marrying, or any
thing of that sort. Now put it 10 you,
What is fellow to dol" You look in
her bright face, and you think to yourself
that the fellow in front of you, the fellow,
who, despite her masculine get-up, is still
woman, needs a course of treatment
from professional spanker about as
badly as anybody you know
You say good-by in a jolly sort of way,
and once you are away from the girl and
her surroundings, you suddenly remem-
Der that this was the very girl who two
gowns in the house. chung to her mother
as if she were afraid she would be stolen,
and who was quoted as being Extensively
shy. And it dawns on you that this is
acting, too.