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

afternoons, and Sir Jotundra sent her
Il, 900 rupees for the trio of matinees.
These financial premiums for her art are
occasionally varied by not less valuable,
though less convertible, gifts Mrs.
James Brown Potter's house in that de-
lightful quarter of London known as
Abbey Road is filled with remarkable
souvenirs of the esteem of her admirers
in all parts of the world. Among them
is a string of enormous pearls, presented
to her by the Mikado of Japan, and
necklace of emeralds, prodigious in size
and value given to her by an Indian prince
The strangest possession of this actress,
however, is a sword stained with blood.
During one of my visits to her honse last
summer l happened to remark upon this
queer trophy. Yes said Mrs Potter
smilingly, "that is an odd thing for
woman's boudoir, but it has history L
was in Egypt some years ago when
twenty pirates were captured by the
government cutters. The pirates were
beheaded off the sands near Cairo. and
the executioners, who had seen my per-
Torrance of Rosalind some evenings be-
fore, sent me the sword next day, blood
stained as you see it, with his compli-
ments. l impressed the executioner, and
you may guess my horror when / re
ceived the bloody knife by which those
unhappy creatures lost their heads. That
possessions. | cannot look at it without
recalling tina memory of those wretched
creatures entreating for mercy on the
Cairo sands. / saw their heads chopped
off one by one with that blade, and | be-
lieve that Sarah Bernhardt herself has
not queerer souvenir than this rusty
sword
"Do you know what would have done
a. cd
pretty miss to a writer in Demorest's
Magazine the other afternoon, as we
bowled through the park in a luxurious
new Victoria.
''Cried your pretty eyes out, suppose"
l said, amused at her serious tone.
'No, l wouldn't" she answered, re-
proachfully. 81 had quite made up my
mind, should we lose our money, to keep
fashionable laundry. O, YOU need not
laugh, for really would have done it.
There's lots of money to be made that
way; people must have their clothes
washed, you know, and, besides, it's great
fun to be in business. Why, lots of my
women friends have gone into business
have dear little shops of their own, where
they sell bonnets or note paper, and it
keeps them busy and amused, and that's
what / so want to be. / had my laundry
all planned out, when they did something
down in Washington, in the Senate, you
know, that that set papa's business up
again, and now there really doesn't seem
any need of my earning money; Just what
I'd dearly love to do.
What put the idea so firmly into my
head was clever thing my friend May
B did last summer. You know how
absurdly rich they were and how, in the
spring, they went up to their country
place near village on the Hudson, where
so many smart people have their out-of-
town houses. Some time in June MAYS
father went all to smash, lost every cent
All May had left were her two phaeton
ponies and her hunter. She took the
family carriage horses, and even the farm
cart horse, and all the vehicles, and set
up a livery stable in the village. OF
course she got lots of patronage; indeed,
so much that she found it worth while to
take stable here in town. She brought
down her horses, and now has six cabs
two carriages, and a Victoria, which she
counts as property. She won't send YOU
a cab on call, under any circumstances;
but she will rent you the use of a horse,
brougham, and man, turned out in the
smarteSt style, to use once or twice day,
for so much month. She will even have
your crest painted on the door panels and
put the coachman in any cut and color of
boots, breeches, and melton coat, one
asks. She has all her men, horses, and
vehicles rented for whole season, and is
positively growing rich. Her smart
friends respect her tremendously for this
clever management, and in her tiny office,
near the stable, she conducts her bust
ness, so nicely not only relieving her
family of her own support, but making
enough to assist in educating her younger
sisters"
A writer in an English paper, says the
New York Times, records with some en-
thusiasm new wrinkle lust from
Paris and then proceeds to tell of the
American dessert or entremet of or
ange jelly served in orange skins. The
Englishwoman may be further advised
that cocoanut grated over the jelly after
it has slightly hardened in it's very suit
able cups is a pleasing variation to the
dish
After, however, thus shattering the
latest Partisan effect with it's homely
American origin, we must pay the writer
the compliment to copy a recipe for the
orange salad which she indorses as de-
licious: "Slice up as many oranges as
you think you will require, peel all,
and lay the slices in a glass dish. Sift
over some sugar, and then add several
spoonfuls of brandy. The oranges should
be cut up in the glass dish to preserve the
juice, which mixes with the brandy and
forms syrup. Put plenty of sugar to
the fruit and haste it, so to speak, with
the syrup as often as you like"
The Christian zeal of young woman of
Louisville, says the Courier Journal of
that city, placed her in most uncom-
Portable position last Sunday. She is one
of family of bright girls who are cele-
brated for their good looks. She is also a
teacher in the Sunday school of one of our
fashionable churches. Recently she took
a class of men, all over 81 years of age, as
she said that she thought the male gener-
alton at that age needed more Christian
ity than at any other. So earnest was
she in her work that she would make the
rounds of the back seats of the Sunday
school and drag forward the men who
had come only to see the girls and be seen
by them. This earnest young teacher
would then take them in her class and
teach them to walk in the straight and
narrow path. Last Sunday she noticed
chap about 80 years old in the rear of
the church. She saw that he was a
stranger, and thought that there was a
decidedly worldly look about his care
fully arranged attire. In moment
the earnest young teacher had
made up her mind and invited the young
man to become member Of her elias. The
stranger blushed slightly with surprise,
and probably with pleasure at the
thought of being in the handsome teach