The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-29

HedueQ young EuEllSnmAn. win manners
delightfully."- free and easy, ana VINO wins
my heart and your heart, as not one OF
these other men ever did, and III tell you
why.
Rudolph Rassendyn. with all his light
ness, with all his happy-go- lucky manner,
is, at the same time, very much in earn
est, and then-and then he is very much
in love, ana 1t IS such a beautiful love!
1t is a love that is willing TO sacrifice it.
self to that which is right. Men do that
every day, and women too, but we don't
always see it so well pictured on the
mimic stage, nor do we always find that
the object is so well worth it as was this
dainty princess. People talk great deal
about elevating the stage.
Ny experience has been that the people
who talk so much have very little time
10 DO anything, but without saying one
word about the greatness of his art, or
his ability, or anything else except his de-
sire to please his friends, Mr.. Sothern
has made the stage better than before.
lie has done more. He has made his au-
dlence better by putting before It a TO
mantle picture of life, perfectly framed,
with each figure in the picture dressed
ana posed Just as it should be, and the
consequence is that, when the curtain
drops, you and l and our neighbor feel
queer Jumps in our throats and we would
rather not speak for a minute or two, and
we wipe our eyes, not because there is a
tear there; oh, dear no, but because-be-
cause-WeI because the gas made them
burn. To tell the truth, my friend, l felt
the choking, knew there We're tears, and
knew what they were for-they We're my
heartieSt tribute to a beautiful story,
beautifully told. Told by the people who
made the play, and to whom / make
my best bow, and say, Thank you.
Ihank you for showing me something
IN which there is an honest love, an hon
est man and an honest woman. Some
thing free from French nastiness, or En-
glish fifth. Something that doesn't sug-
gest anything but what 1t says, and which
tells the most charming story that has
Henry Esmond"
~.
Gays when twenty-four hours are quite
too short for one to do all that one wish
es, the short story is q joy. 1t is a JOY
that is a trasient one, because the tellers
or short stories, l mean of good short
stories, are few. love books, but l do,
above everything else, love a book with
pictures in 1t. Last week, when 1 was
SICK at heart because for little while
life seemed too hard to bear, / got gay
and joyful again by reading some stories
about lot of college girls, and the il
Illustrations, / usually call them pictures,
but IL seems as If that wasn't a good
enough name for these, were all that
they should be-. for they were done by
that man who knows how TO draw the
very best sort of girls, the really nice
girls, Mr.. Gibson. 1 am going to tell you
the name of this book SO that you can
get IL from whatever library you honor
with your Intellectual tastes, because,
between you and me, they are delicious
stories to read aloud either to a nice
group of boys and girls, to your best
young man, or to your dearest woman
friend, if she happens to be a bit cranky
and under the weather-it is college
Girls"
Have you seen the article which Mrs.
Linton had written about celebritiss2 She
tells of meeting George Eliot, and how
tlresofne she was, and how she seemed TO
put herself up ON a pedestal and expected
the rest of the world to tumble before her.
This is my experience in regard to George
Eliot. 1t is sort of secondhand one. One
day a long time ago i got a letter from
a dearest girl, and she said: Il am so ner-
Yous can hardly write, and the reason is
that tonight am TO see George Eliot.
Fancy seeing the woman who wrote Mid
dlemarch? Fancy seeing the creator Of
Adam Bede! / am looking forward to 1t
with such pleasure that / can write no
more, but you shall hear from me soon,
and have a full description of the great
genius" For a week after the reception
of this letter l lived in a state of excite
ment, and then-well, and then l had
plunge into a bath of ice water.
The long-expected letter read: when
last wrote was crazy about seeing George
Eliot, l wish had never seen her. You
would never speak of her either as an old
lady or a gentlewoman, simply as an old
woman. Somebody is fetching a shawl for
her shoulders, somebody is getting a foot
stool, somebody is closing window on ac-
count of a draught, somebody is opening
another to let in the air, and she is sugges-
tive of nothing but a cranky, old woman,
with a head shaped like a horse. / am
sorry, more sorry than can tell you, that
/ ever met her. She is tiresomely old-Wo-
manish to the last degree. And fearfully
Jealous of Lewis. Scarcely permits him to
be civil to woman. Lewis waits on her
like a trained nurse, and l am told he
doesn't let her even hear a breath of dis
praise, and himself shoulders everything
that is disagreeable or that could in any
way offend her Who was my letter
from? Marian Lois Wright that
wonderful girl artist, whose pic
lures Were IN me ne SAXON orti,5 Wh l,,i Sne
alasi after having been a happy WIFE,
paid with her life the JOY Of being moth
er. To return to George Eliot. / think all
the women she drew were most uncomfor-
table women. / don't know single one
of them, unless it was poor, sinful Hetty,
with whom any one Of US would have
cared to live, day in and day out. Doro-
thea must have been tiresome, ROsamond
was of the fool variety, that wants a ID
with dash put before it, while MIST of
the other women belonged to the list that
I call uncomfortable Her books may be
great, of course, they are, but / like
book that leaves with me sensation Of
is born of pain. But I don't like a book
that simply makes me realize how much
unhappiness there is in the world, how
many tireSome women, and how little any
body can do to help it.
No. give me a good. short story or novel,
and can do its author the credit of en-
joying it; but life is too short, and too
full of real woes, to permit ones self to
be made uncomfortable. Don't you agree
with me? Say you do. Say that you like
a real romantic, that makes a laugh, that
causes dimples in your cheeks Just deep
enough to hold the tears when real SEN
timent is written about, and then you will
have the ideal book. / think the Prise
ner of Zenda" is pretty near it, and we
all owe some pleasant hours to the gentle
clergyman, Mr.. Anthony Hope Hawkins,
for having given to us this delicate child
of his brain. l believe in giving thanks
where thanks are due. 1t is fair and
square. And though / am not a genius
though ] may not be even able to appre-
ciate a genius, still, there is one person
who can say Thank YOU" very sincere
ly, and. feel 1t as she says it, and that
person is Bah.
Swallowed a Hornet.
From the Philadelphia Press.
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