The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-15


partment here, and she was always a
welcome guest in their elegant home.
In return for many kindnesses, the
mother of the young lady, being very
skillful with her needle. had sent many
little gifts OF her own work TO her
daughters benefactress. About Christ
mas time the senator's Wife sent an or
der to the girls mother for a handsome
piece Of work, accompanying the order
with generous check to cover the cost.
When the piece was finished and ready to
send the mother thought Of her daugh-
ter's made-over bonnet. which was also
ready to be sent TO Washington. As the
package was TO be franked through she
thought it just the chance to send the
bonnet, and hurriedly put it into the box.
Not having the time 10 write a letter
just then she neglected it till the box
had been received and acknowledged.
The next time Anna visited her senatori-
al friend she was taken upstairs to see
the beautiful piece of work her mother
had done and the 'love of bonnet she
had sent also. she must have had some
money left over and made this lovely
bonnet after one she saw in New York
It was so good of herr explained the
hostess. Tho girls feelings can hardly
be described when she beheld her own last
winters bonnet (which she had sent home
for the purpose) made over into the dear
est little butterfly connection she had
ever seen on womans head. And there
was the beautiful buckle her uncle had
brought her from Spain stuck right in
the front. She couldn't say a word except
that she thought il was beautiful.
The senator's wife wore that bonnet
all last season. youthful as it was in
tone, without ever once suspecting it
was made over and out of secondhand
material.
Anna kept her secret until last week
in a fit of confidence she told it to a friend
on the veranda of a seaside hotel as an
instance of supreme self-control and self
denial.
And surely It was.
A sad procession sought the church at
noon of day,
\ weeping girl alone the winding summer
way
Following the slow-borne bier where mute
her lover lay.
Adown that lowered path there came a
bridal band,
The radiant wife stepped proudly, strong
of heart, ana grand
With all the solemn joy of loves still
wonderland.
White-garmented, like day dawned clear
with cloudless skiesl
Dark-robed like night o'cast that sees no
star arisei
They met, they paused, they looked INFO
each others eyes.
And thus, for swift and sweet is loves
converging tide.
Behold, the fair young wife wept as she
turned aside
The hopeless girl who wept smiled on the
new-made bride.
Philadelphia Ledger.
French style, says the New York Trib-
une, is proverbial, but this year it seems
especially marked, on account of the very
decided changes in hair ard hats. The
difference is so pronounced, and yet so in
definable, between the way a French wo-
man puts on her clothes, dresses her hair
and wears her hats, and the way the rest
of womankind do all that that it is impos-
sible to describe it. Perhaps the best way
to see bona fide French "chic" in this
country is to meet one of the big French
steamers on its arrival. for it is then that
the newly arrived actresses, travelling
countesses and fashionable dressmakers
put an their best apparel and have their
hair coiffeed in the very latest style make
good impression on landing in the new Eel
Dorado of their hopes. A good hairdresser
is always to be found on a French steam
er, and his services after the first land
is sighted, are required to wave and puff
out the hair of many a fair customer af-
ter the most approved method. A funny
experience was that of a recently return
ed American girl, who anxious to inn
press her family, had had her hair dress
ed in the very newsest mode. Standing
afterward at the portfolio of her cabin,
which had been opened to let in the land
breezes, she received the full shock of a
wave which surged up from a passing
steamer, destroying utterly her lovely
fluffy crimps, and making her look as she
described herself, like a drowned rat"
on her arrival at the dock.
Mrs. Russell Sage, says the New York
Times, believes that boomers have come
not only to stay, but to extend their field
of usefulness. She thinks that woman
needs a street or walking dress which can
be worn on every outdoor occasion, and a
dress that must do away with long skirts
and petticoats. If" she says, woman
will follow the pursuits of man she must
have a practical costume. She cannot
wait to grasp her skirts If she must catch
hold of a particular realing or leave a
street-car. She cannot get on a chair to
wind the clock without danger from her
skirts" The conventional woman dress
should only be kept for the opera, the
dinner party, the club luncheon and such
other occasions, and should be for women
what the clawhammer attire is for men.
She thinks that the knell of the long skirt
which she characterizes as dangerous, as
well as inconvenient. as sounded; but she
rifce the grace of the skirts at the altar
of necessity
II never heard a young girl say, as
young girls are fond of saying" observed
and old lady on the summer boarding
house piazza to New York Times writer
what sort of man she will marry, and
what sort only, that | do not think of GER
tain speeches to which l. myself. have
listened from pretty lips, before this. A
school friend of mine so held New-Jersey
in detestation that she tore its map from
her geography She used to say that
nothing would induce her to marry a man
who was a widower, or wore a wig, or
lived in New-Jersey. And the man of her
choice was guilty of all these
three enormities l used to talk
over my future with two cous-
ms. I would net marry a business
man, / said. Kate would not think of a
clergyman, or Carry of a farmer. And we
married, respectively, a business man, a
clergyman, and a farmer. 1t is all like a
smart young American help in my grand
mothers kitchen, who was wont to de-
claim to US children on the scorn in which
she held all men, always winding up her
foundations of the sex by: No,
wouldn't marry any man that walks on
two legs And she didn't. She married