The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-23

where az one OF the guests was divorce
VINO had married again. the conversation
OF course. Immediately turned on divorces:
ana strait-laced matron delivered quite
homliy on this very serious evil OF the
present time. before she realized on what
very thin ice she was treading. To break
the awkwardness Of the situation. the hos
tess plunged into that most absorbing Of
topics, the fashions. by asking II any one
had seen the Marie Anntoinette hats Of Re
bouN. This brought up the question of coiff-
eur, and then. with fatal persistency. the
evil OF dyed hair was discussed, with its
attendant dangers Of skin troubles. while
Mrs. y. fresh from Paris. with Titan
head instead OF her dark locks. listened in
silence Mrs. A.. who had given the lunch
con, was in despair.
Things really seem bewitched!' she
said TO herself. rs there no subject that IS
safee" And turning TO her immediate
neighbor, she began eagerly and volubly
10 talk OF the latter's son, who was in col
lese. How pleased YOU will be TO have
him home again," she exclaimed sympa-
thetically. lie IS so attractive. 1 have al
ways thought grown son would be such u
comfort"
We'll, Milly, you did put your foot into
1t with Mrs b. at luncheoni" cried one Of
her intimates after the latter had gone.
Didn't You know her boy had been ex-
PEELED from college, and the family are at
their wits end to know what to do with
himr'
Time Brings Roses
When from my mountain-top Of years I
gaze
Backward upon the scenes that I have
passed,
How pleasant is the view! and yet how
vast
The deserts where 1 thirsted many days!
There, where now hangs that blue and
shimmering haze,
And there, and there, my lot with main
was cast,
Homeless and dark; but always at the
last
Deliverance came, from unexpected
ways.
And now all past grief is as but a dream;
Yet even now there loom before my path
Shadows whose gloomy Dortent checks
my breath
But shadows are not always what they
seem
Gcd's love sometimes appears to be his
wrath,
And his best gift is the white rose of
death. Century.
.Ruch Ashmore writes the following I'M
der the head THE Greatest Of Dangers
4 think it lies in the belief and the
possibility Of a platonic friendship with
a married man. A number of letters have
come to me written by unhappy girls,
Who, having been thrown either through
business or in a social way with fascinaI-
ing men have yielded to the attraction
believed in the possibility of such a friend
snip, only to discover that what was
talked Of as friendship was in reality love.
Nothing excuses you, my dear girl, for
loving a whose heart
belong to another woman.
1t is true that too often these I'M
desirable friendships begin in the most
innocent way, but the very minute that
you find that this man is becoming a ne
cessity to your happiness you must stop
at once. The old story is told by the
wicked man, the oft-told story of an UNI
sympathetic wife-a wife that is not COM
panionable, a wife given over to domestic
aifairs-with, as natural sequence, the
oft-told story that you bring a little light
into his life, that you make a little hap
piness, and that you are the only woman
who ever thoroughly understood him. This
is such an old story, and yet it is one
TO which too many women listen. NV
dear girl, look the matter straight in the
face. No matter how bad a mans wife
may be, no matter how he may long for
companionship, you are doing an abso-
Lutte wrong by even listening to this story"
At a recent large country wedding, says
the New York Tribune, all the carriages,
far and near, were engaged ,tooepnveY the
guests from the station and the various
country houses TO the bridal reception
Il am sorry, ma am" said the village
undertaken, to whom one of the per-
picked hostesses had applied in despair
for a couple of coaches, but we had 20
put off two funerals to-day on account of
this weddini'
There is a grim humor about the various
uses to which the stock in trade of the
local sexton and undertaken is put. How
little the gay young people at a cotillon
realize that the chairs on which they are
sitting have been used at the saddest ct
all rites the day before, or that the car
riages in which they are conveyed to the
dance at a neighboring country place
held the black-robed mourners only a few
hours previously! But the most curious
phase of our mortality, after all, is that
on the awful brink of an unknown. unac-
ccmpanied future one can be utterly alb
sorbed in the veriest trifle of the hour.
A noted beauty, who, even in her old
age. never forgot her appearance, was
suddenly stricken with paralysis.
What is it that is worrying poor man,
ma? What is it that she wants?" cried
ono of her daughters, herself quite an old
woman.
she wants to take her curl papers
off" said one of the Younger genera
ton who also had her little vanities. And
so it was; the curl papers were taken
off, and the old lady died content.
A MONSTER FACTORY.