The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-15


With its yearning my very heart aches:
The load that divides us weighs harder
I shrink from the jar that it makes;
Old sorrows rise up and beSet me,
Old doubts make my spirit their own,
O. come through the darkness and save me,
For am alone.-Robert J. Burdette
Telling ghost stories for living, says
the New York Sun, is what one young
English woman is doing.
Her family net with reverses-it is the
usual story. What could she do to earn
an honest penny2
Il cannot teach, / cannot paint cannot
write nor will l dig, or beg, or steal
What can l do-what shall l do2' was the
question she put to a friend whose sym
pathy she did not doubt, although she did
her ability to give her any practical reply.
After a moment or two of hard think
ing. the friend said:
There is one thing, at least, that you
can do and do well-you can tell ghost
stories"
Acting upon this suggestion she soon
after joined the ranks of young women
who support themselves and became
ghost story teller, and a great success she
has made of the profession, II such it can
be called.
An American lady who formed one of
house party at an English country place
last winter speaks enthusiastically of the
success of the undertaking, and says that
a very pleasant two hours were those
which the party spent in listening to the
thrilling and blood-curdling stories told
by the young girl, who was bright, pretty
and well dressed. She was treated as a
guest, and supposed by the greater num-
Der of the party to be one, and 10 have
very obligingly consented to tell tales for
the amusement Of her companions. The
check which she received from the host
ess was for goOdly amount-about what
a singer or musician would receive.
Whether telling ghost stories for hive
lihOod would meet with any success in
this country is question. Since house
parties are becoming so much the fashion
among the smart set in America, posi-
. bly, the services of young lady who had
knack this way might be turned to ad-
vantage. A rainy afternoon is the time
when everything drags. There is no ten
mis-, no golf, no riding, no driving: one
can't read all the time, and music and
dancing are for the evening; story telling,
then, comes in very acceptably In Eng
land one always counts upon a certain
number of rainy days every week, for a
summer there consists of "three line days
and a thunderstorm.
I was walking through dry goods
store the other day, says writer in the
New York Mail and Express, and my at
tention was drawn to girl behind the
counter.
If she were a rich girl in society, said
the friend who had taken me purposely
by her counter to show me the pretty,
brown-eyed creature, ''she would be called
beautiful"
I looked across pile of stationery TO-
ward the girl, whose thin bloodless fin
gers were deftly showing off the quality
OF various sorts of papers and envelopes to
customer. l wondered why she could
only be called beautiful in case she were
rich and in society, and said as much.
IF she were rich, - said my friend, dog
matically, "she would not be standing be-
hind counter with the thermometer in
the nineties, trying to make up peoples
minds for them. If she were in society,
long before this hot time of che year she
would have been swinging tennis racket
or pulling an oar to skin gliding among
crystal waters somewhere out of sight of
that counter or any other. If she were
rich she wouldn't have to stand on her
poor little feet all day, and smile when
she wanted to scream. You see all THESE
charming exemptions would fill out the
hoIlows in her pretty cheeks and put
fresh luster into her lovely eyes. | doubt
II that girl will get one week of vacation
alisummer"
oh, but they all do, said with con-
''CS4CAA' AAu uilClL odldIy EOCS Ol4-
Some Of them can't afford to take it.
That girl cannot"
All of which necessitates more ques-
tons, and elected more pathetic facts.
My brown-eyed shop girl could not
leave home, not because her employers
would not give her her month off, but be-
cause, at home, stutfy little fat way up
town on the East side, was an old man.
her father, who tipples and smokes away
The m hpsnt uirl
through the long, hot days, who never
leaves the stuhy little fat long enough
Tor the smell of tobacco and beer to evap-
crate who was born gentleman" and
doesn't know how to do anything. And
when | heard my brown-eyed girls story
became a convert to that East Indian
custom which makes it entirely legal for
children TO drown or otherwise dispose OF
lnconvenient ances tors.
a new employment for women has been
opened by the Bank OF England, which
has for the first time this year found
work for six lady clerks-work that their
quick fingers and thorough accuracy
enable them 10 perform with great skill.
Ihelr duties are to count and compare the
Danknotes which, having been in circula-
ZION, return to the bank never TO be reis-
sued. Lady clerks,were employed in Messrs
Barlngs' Office four or tiVe years ago,
where they were required TO count over
the dividend warrants and compare them
with the counterfoils issued for interest
warrants of foreign loans paid by the
house.
We are too apt to consider money the
enc thing needful in this complex modern
lie Of ours, says the New York Tribune,
and TO marry on nothing" is es. eemed,
II not a crime, at least high misde-
meanor, which will entail its punishment
IN future misery and privation. Y ct, for
the benefit of those young people who are
old-tashioned enough to believe that a
man and a woman VINO truly love one