The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-01
Wonqan's World.

airs and requirements. Fer instance.
something happened at one of the best
houses which would have distressed the
well-bred hostess beyond measure if she
nad known of it; of course she never
ald- II IS only one Of the many happen
liisS wherein native ignorance and insti-
Ear shObDery Unexpectedly come more to
the Tore under new conditions. l hap
pened 10 be dining at the house and
sitting next to me was an eminent scieu-
tlilc man, who was suffering from a Sc
we're ana sudden attack Of neuralgic head
acne If l could only have a glass of
champagne before eating he said. L think
IL might pass on We We're then discuss
ing our soup, and as / was an old and IL
innate friend of the family 1 though.
uhder the circumstances, ] might take
the hperty of quietly ordering for him the
tonic he needed before il was served in
It's course. So l called the butler as ne
was passing and said: Mr. So-and-So has
Dad headache; will you kindly give him
glass of champagne now2' WhereuDon
the important-loOking creature drew HIM
ser up, ana with the most irresistible air
OF cockney severity and superciIiousness
rephed, with great dignity: The cham
payne viii be served, ma'am. at the
proper time! OF course, under the cir
cumstances, there was nothing TO he saio
anu the poor man, who was really in
went without his champagne until il
arrived II. its turn. 1t was a piece of in
clVinty to distinguished stranger which
would nave mortified Mrs. A exceeding
~ IL had told her which, il goes with
out saying, l did not, for people never
really thank you for that sort of thing
Is modesty dead in New York? asks
a writer in the New YORK Herald
l hate to believe it,
But we are certainly accustonin.
ourselves to songs, acts, plays. books
and pictures such as our mothers would
nave OBJECTED to and our grandmothers
turned away from in horror
How does the ballet costume strike us
/ nowadays?
why, We think 1t no more immodest-
little more so-thsn an ordinary street
dress, simply because we have become
used to it.
Yet how must it impress any one who
sees it for the first time?
sat on a prominent roof garden one
evening this summer and watched
group of eight young people
They came in early, and their awkward
manner in seating themselves and their
painfully counterfeit air of being at ease
stamped them at once as beng from
the rural districts.
There We're four youths and four maid
ends the former red and freckled Of
face, honest and stolid looking the latter
neat and tasteful in attire, of the ordi-
nary village type, excepting the younger,
who was really beautiful, with big blue
eyes and exquisite complexion and the
expression of a Madonna. At her throat
hung the silver cross OF the Kings
Dauz<iters, the beautiful badge that al
ways thrills me when 1 see it,
She gazed around from time to time
in half frightened way. evidently dis
turbed by the cigar smoke, the clinking
of glasses, the popping of corks and the
glaring publicity Of 1t all
1t was her first visit to a roof garden,
certainly.
l watched her peeping shamefacedly
over her glass of specialization your
rural escort viii do the thing well-and
hoped she would enjoy herself.
The stage was occupied at that mo-
ment by two BLACK faced comedians"
who ran the usual gantut.
They Insulted their own mothers, re-
viled each others families, pulled each
others noses, jumped on each other to
music, tried to be funny with the or
chestra, stuck hatchets into each other,
batted each other with settler siphons-
those mainstays OF modern cOmedy-and
retired amid feeble applause from the
audience and roars from the up country
eight.
The little maiden was laughing heart
lily and could see that she felt relieved
that the performance was not an i'm
proper one, from her standpoint
But ! trembled for her, as / looked
over the programme, for l knew what
1.-THE Partisan dancers from the Fohes
Bergeres" We're capable of doing.
THAT is l thought l lid.
But, in every sense, they outstripped
all their previous efforts.
There was a Diare OF cornet, a rattle
of drum, a crash of cymbal, and then
amid d flake and frou-frou of skirts
IL. ,Tfs...
leaped upon the stage, and. to the very
| appropriate music of the cancan from
''Orphee aux Enters" began a contor.
ton dance.
They were absolutely bare legged and
bare-footed, and lest you should not dis
cover this fact it was starred" in the
programme.
looked at the young girl behind me.
Her innocent blue eyes were centered
upon the stage, but her smile had died
away.
As she realized what the performance
was the blood surged her brow, then re-
treated and left her face the color of
marble.
She looked down in an agony of ner-
vousness and then leaned over and spoke
to the girl nearest to her.
'Oh, don't go, yet, Ella; it'll break
the party all up. There won't be any
thing more like this Will there Jim?'
shocked himself, and didn't meet Elias
clear but troubled gaze.
''You all stay" said Ella, land I'll
sit outside by the door. 1 can hear all
the music You needn't any of you come
with me-"
So out she went, and not one of those
greedy boys could take their eyes from
the stage long enough to escort her. She
seemed to carry away with her the scent
of new mown hay ano the pure breath
of violets. My own party didn't remain
much longer and as we passed out
looked for the little maiden She sat
near the elevator door, watching the
long line of electric lights and listening
to the music.
/ went up to her.
''Win you kiss me, my dear?"
She rose, flushed and startled at being
addressed by a stranger, but perhaps
nv smile treasured her, for she gave me
a sweet kiss.
Good night. and God bless YOU" I
said.
1t is clearly demonstrated now, says a
writer in the New York Tribune that
naoDIa can he fat or lean lust as they