The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-25
w ofnan's World.

her friends. She said that in the original
- was regarded by some Of her ouiet
Iriends as rather odd. and in Difference
- tneir wishes she cut out what she
req me most interesting situations.
story? '--''' '''''s
II Is stated as fact and must be so
DeieVed, that the tendency of the subsu-
su.iOh OF women for men in so many
nelas OF labor is to discourage matrirnony.
1t Is certainly true that a young woman
earning good wages will not marry a
man without means of support. while il
she cannot find means Of earning her
hVehhood she will marry. Thus it stands
that woman is willing to be supported by
the husband II she cannot support herself,
Dut she IS unwilling to support him. Is
this sellshness?
The young women of to-day who dread
matrimony because of the economy nee
essarily practised by the newly married
should listen to some of Mrs. Henry
| ward Beecher's "reminiscences and be
shamed into less extravagant views. She
tells of the time in her early married
lie When she made, washed, ironed and
SOLD shirts to a neighbor's stableman in
order that she might have money to en-
tertain certain delegates" in a manner
bentting the dignity of the rising young
clergyman.
Clara Belle. writing to the Cincinnati
Enquirer from Sargeantville, Me-, says:
one dainty little girl left for nome yes
terday' and the other girls babe her good
radiance, though the pleasure at her go
ing was not spoken. 1t came about in
this way: She was a quiet little thing,
and, the girls said, not very pretty, besides
though her dresses fitted, she wore one
al the tme-at least, not more than one
or two. All that did not trouble the other
girls-it only made one less to consider in
the campaign for the few men; but what
ala trouble them was her
air of contentment and Sc
renity. She didn't seem a bit wor-
ried because she was not in the festivi-
tlves, but went about, as one girl said
Just as stuck up as if she had half a
dozen admirers concealed somewhere
Because of this. the girls were not con-
tent to let her be merely neglected; they
took downright pleasure that she should
see how well attended they were. They
actually Haunted their men, when they
had any.
Then came a bright and beautiful morn
ing when into the harbor fioated a state
~ yacht; a little later in came another
and about noon, behold a little steam
yacht launch pulled in. and when she
came down to breakfast she wore a lot
of little stick-pins down the front of her
/
were fac-similes of the signals afioat from
the different yachts at anchor. All the
girls began to feel queer, and they felt
queerer when at o'clock a tender put off
full of brown yachtsmen, who trotted
down the sounding board walk to her
cottage where her mother stood on the
piazza to welcome them.
All the girls tore for their best clothes,
but 1t was no good All day tenders
seemed to be putting out and two or three
ladies came, too, from one of the biggest
yachts. The enterprising manager of the
Casino got up balLat once, but even that
was very little good, for she came down
with the three other ladies' and twelve
men, and every man Jack of them seemed
content to sit around when they couldn' t
be dancing with her or one of their own
party She was as polite as could be-oh,
polite enough to freeze the bang off your
forehead, and she p-.ssented the men
very generally, but the girls didn't have
the least sort of a chance. The men made
1t perfectly clear that they were at her
disposal.
Then came three terrible days. A train
full of cousins of hers came down from
New York, the prettiest girls you ever
saw, and clothes-welll More yachts came
in. Her cottage was simply thick with
them all the time, sails and picnics, and
excursions, private Dances rides, swim
ming matches, and all the other girls
on the outside hanging upon the favor of
1.-The quiet little thing"
| When things quieted down, and she put
away her good clothes again, and re-
sumed her ''quiet," the girls tried to square
! themselves with them and be ready for
another invasion of men, but that didn't
work either, and the girl who went home
with the best record so far was this
| quiet one" Take this little story to
heart for next summer, girls. You can't
tell from the looks of girl how many
men she knows afioat. 90.
Invent down one morning to condoIe with
friend on the loss of her husband says
a writer in the Cleveland (O) Leader. /
| found her in bed arrayed in a white satin.
gown with Jewels on her fingers, in her
ears, and on her wrists. spoke of the
weather. of the scenery, of the latest
magazine story, and of the subject ever
dear to the feminine heart-dress. But
no word of coincidence escaped me. And
why? The finger encircled by the modest
wedding ring of the husband who lay dead
| in afar-off land was also surrounded by
a ring Of flashing brilliants. 1t was the
| betrothal token of another whose name
the lily-white matron in her bed gown of
| silk and laces was soon to wear. 1 went
home moralizing on the frailty of human
affection. Later in the day learned that
my lady was very much offended at my
| lack of sympathy, ana mad SAID patheti-
cally that / had spoken to her no word
| of her sorrow.
Perhaps 1 had been unjust. Previous to
his death she had not seen her husband
for two or three years. Eight years before
they had been married. 1t was a brilliant
match from worldly point of view. There
were youth, beauty wealth, social posi-
ton and love-everything to render the
union a perfect one. frye years of hap
! niness and then Gods best gift to man
reason-was dethroned, and the husband
had since been confined in an asylum for
| the insane.
unused on these things and on the grave
of little child whose father would now
rest beside it, and thought that perhaps
had been unldnd. There must certainly
be some sad. sweet memories connected
with the dead husband. And so / went
down again in the evening, determined not
to be conquered by appearances. but to
offer my sympathy. There were flashing
| lights, music from the plano, from the