The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-27

'tf-tLH rHf AAtt--l tAAtA pretty M0AlleA- III was
eNlaenily just after the cruise when they
al came iu one night very late. The
beauty, VINO was called Felicite-and she
was showing felicity at THAI time-lOoked
younger than ever fin a Yachting get
up As 4 passed the table on my way
OUT she was being laughed ut because
slLthe ana she dla not like the taste.
5At sa-a she would rather have milk.
D may was a year aEO. AS we went in to-
Aisht saw woman standing near the
door, but j never gave thought to her
1 simply supposed she was somebody
waiting to Join somebody else. or posi-
ply q neggar. During the evening. a wo-
N.tA LlieAe came up 10 speak TO me, and
asked me If knew who that was outside
the door / said no, and she told me that
she nad been asked as she came in If she
knew whether certain gentleman was
there The name was strange to her, and
she didn't tell ii TO me.
As We went out. this slender figure came
toward me. She asked me if / would tell
nef lt Mr.. Millionaire was there, and then
rgcosnlzed her Worn, thin and old
looking, Fei1cite had become DOlOrOsa. II
was the old story. To Felcite had come
the nope of being a mother. and that
which she crested as "a JOY, Mr.. Millionaire
Regarded as hlunder, and he did not
WISH 70 be bothered. So he took mis-
yacht and sailed off to seek green fields
ana pastures new. and Felicite was taken
care OF by the good sisters. Now, she
was all alone. because her baby had died
one OF two Of the men who knew her in
tne Gays OF felicity had given her little
she mad heard the man she loved was in
town and she thought possibly he might
pc az the old resort. / begged her to 20
nome 1 slipped little money into her
hands which she refused. pushing il pack
into my own. She said she would sit IN
me park and look up at his apartments,
WHEN were brilliantly lighted ] asked
4et 10 come home with me, but she was
determined 70 try and find her lover.
All night long I dreaded about her,
ana when | picked mp the morning pa
per my blood guTUIHl I road this q
Millionaire gave a dinner 20 his intimate
men friends at his apartments last night.
ana during this dinner, which was like
Ieast or Lucullus, he announced his
engagemeut to Miss Blue Blood Miss
BLQe Blood is just eighteen and has
not as yet made her debut. Mr.. Million
aire is wen known about town. not only
good fellow"
McGinty found on one of the benches in
the park this morning a young woman
whom at first he thought was asleep but
after attempting to awake her he discov-
cred that she was dead. In her pocket
was bottle that had evidently contained
laudanum, and a note that read: Ny
Dear Felicite: How can you ever doubt
me- My love Tor you Is one that will last
until the stars grow old. The nonsense of
mere ordinary people who insist upon a
formal marriage is recognized as folly by
people like you and me, who know that
love Is all that is necessary. My darling
be mine, as / will be yours. Forever NJ
Tho body of this woman has been taken
to the morgue TO await Identification but
II is not probable that anyone will claim
IT., and she viii be buried by the city"
Poor felicltei Happy DolorOsai l Won
der what will happen to this man, not,
wnen the stars grow old, but to continue
his quotation, when the leaves of the
Judgment Book unfold? What viii be
marked against his rame? It seems to me
that 1t viii be something dreadful-that
it ought to be something dreadful-and as
there is q God who is just as well as merci-
Tu, am sure he Will suffer as he made
the girl suffer and die. This is Just a story
apropos of the table a hOte.
The other night there was a woman who
was queen at one of the tables with nine
men Tor her subjects. She was not par
tcularly young, she was not particularly
beautiful, but she had q certain fascina-
ton, that subtle fascination, which is in
describable. Sometimes she spoke
French sometimes German, sometimes
English. Her wit was as bright as an cleo
trio light in good order, and as quick as
a thoroughbred not being pulled by its
Jockey she seemed queen in Bohemia,
and she is-well. it is funny to know who
she Is. All day long she is Madamoiselle
Prm, who gives lessons in French to the
children of the most sedate people of the
CITY. But when dinner time comes she
forgets all about the children, all about
their stupidity, all about what a bore is
teaching, and becomes herself And she
looks more like Yvette Guilbert than any
body have ever seen. for she has that
queer trick of saying what she oughtn't
~ Win inc AAllottnA air OF q Cnllu VINO
knows no better. l was forced to wonder
If she mightn't overteach a girl of Is:
sim, II isn't mine or my neighbOrs little
ones VINO are under her Instructions and
so did not have to bother about it,
IL IS strange how little people know of
the men and women to whom they in
trust their children. They offer these
DeautIui, white young souls TO be put
under the guidance of somebody whose
only virtue in their eyes is that she was
recommended by Mrs Four Millions. 10
whose daughters she gave perfect
French accent. The books she may use
10 teach this accent. or the phrases she
may employ, make no difference to you
IL Is the accent you want, and when Won
give an order to the best book shon' So
mat Mademoiselle can get Whatevar en-
wants, ana that she may want a modern
ana very undesirable novel doesn't enter
your mead. You have SO much to thin,
ABOUT Ihere is The Society for Teach
ing crochet to the Cannibals" and tbat
other one To Introduce Vegetable ROOF
Among the Man Eaters" These are sncb
swell aHalrs, and You are on the COM =
mttees You must think about them and
you pay Tor your daughter to be looked
aIIer BUT money won't buy the right kind
OF training for your children. 1t NAV n,i,,
chase good teachers. but thar tosob 'u,
mas got TO be guided by mother-love else
all the hours spent in study win amonnf
to nothing wa amount
These stories are not imaginary onas.
tney are tfue, as true as that where nun
lshlneht IS due II viii be given. and that
eVentuallY all Will be righted and the
weak VIII be strengthened and the efrone-
made TO see how weak thev have been S''7
a long time OFF, You don't know II
may be Tomorrow or the day after NO
DOdy KNOWS, not even pab