The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-04


horse, with the preference given to the
hrst She takes no interest in books OF
needlework, and she looks al men only
as good riders or good "bykers." If any
body should object to the bicycle. il
seems 10 her ridiculous. and that a man
might have a fancy for rowing a boat
himself strikes her as idiOtic. Men are
comrades. never admirers. They are
good fellows, never pleasant gentlemen.
am not fond of this girl, nor do l adj
mire the bicycle, and she considers me
TOOL so that We stand equal.
OF course, the literary woman is to the
fore. She is very willing to tell you of her
work and she was kind enough TO suggest
to me the other evening, who she only
knows as an inoffensive person, EN-
broidering tea cloth, that il really isn't
difficult to write if one has certain sub
ject, and that perhaps if you tried and
explained it thoroughly. somebody might
be interested in knowing about embroi-
derry l thanked her and said that
would hardly like to attempt to write about
it because after all l didn't know very
much as to fancy stitches myself, and
might not make my reader understand.
She finally said: Perhaps not, and may
be 1t would be better If you didn't take up
anything that you wouldn't succeed in.
She is perfectly satisfied with herself
She reads French novels in the original
and leaves them on the veranda with her
name written on them in large letters and
a very sarcastic motto under il. Then
somebody returns the book to the desk and
asks who she is, and says she must be very
clever, and the clerk tells her, and she
goes upstairs and gets Nordau's book and
dallies over it. She gave me a beautiful
notice in an out of town paper. She
didn't know my name, but she spoke OF me
as the daughter of my mother and describ-
L. I Ia NvuHsaN
ty-five copies of the paper and blue mark
ed it and sent it to my friends. And we
all do that. And the literary lady condo
sends and calls herself a Bohemian, and
told me she would introduce me to some
people who wrote, and ! thanked her and
/ hope if she sees this she will keep her
word because it might help me along. l
don't think l ever met anybody who was
more willing to help people along than she
was, especially people who didn't need her
help.
There come from one of the cottages,
for they wouldn't stay at the hotel, the
Prim family. 1t consists of father and
mother, two daughters and son, and be-
fore they are introduced to anybody they
ask in a whisper: Are they people We
would like to know?" If they hear any
body laughing, Mrs. Prim says in stiif
way: IF what you are laughing about is
body says that a certain young man is
very handsome, the oldest daughter raises
her eyes and inquiries. But is he really
good?" They go through the world
intoxicated with ramrod tea, overcome
by the proprieties and looking for
sinners everywhere. Each holds his lips
exactly like the steel mounting of an old
fashioned purse, and if you say woman
is pretty, the mother draws her lips
down in a way that hints that beauty is
a snare and delusion; if you say man
is interesting, the father curls his up as
if to insinuate that brains and vice usu-
ally go hand in hand, and even if you
happen to remark that the sunshine is
lovely the son twists his mouth as if he
doubted whether sunshine was SO desir-
able after all. They take everything in
sips, and they bite their words as if
speech were wicked. You can never i'm
agine ons of the Prim girls having to pin
on a ribbon bow to hide where a but
ton ought to be. Oh, dear, no. Their
buttons and buttonholes are welded.
Their hooks and eyes unite, and every
part of their wearing apparel is as exact
as if it had been wrought out by Euclid.
l don't think they get much pleasure in
life. They are too critical They are the
sort of people who, when they go to
heaven, will object to harps and want
automatic pianos.
The lady with a past is prevalent in
Saratoga She is dressed in the latest
fashion, and accompanied by a sheep dog
middle of age and Gowdy dress. Last
year her name was Montmorency; this
year it is Howard. Heaven only knows
what it will be next. 1t seems scarcely
necessary to say that she is going on
the stage, and that the stout-looking
man, red-faced and sparkling with jew
els, is going to back her. She counts on
making a success because of her record,
forgetting that the woman who did is get
ting to be a bit tiresome, and that the
world at large is more interested in that
one with a future, because of the number
of pasts. She appears, does this lady
with a past, about II o'clock, and, in
harmony with the vulgarity of the place,
wears all her diamonds at this hour.
1t is possible that she sits near you, while
she waits for her escort, and she talks
for your benefit. She tells of her French
dressmaker; she speaks of many men
with titles who are her friends, and she
believes that she is impressing you with
her gowns and her jewelry, her titled
friends and general air of richness. Would
you not like to know the history of her
diamonds? Who gave her that huge
crescent? Whose money bought that
enormous butterfly? For your benefit she
counts the bands of precious stones that
are on one arm-seventeen-each with a
history. Somebody said that the superb
necklace she wore at the bali the other
night ought to have rubies instead of
diamonds, for it was blood stained. 1t
was the last present from a poor fool
who went and SHOT himself because he
had stolen the money to please her.
Each diamond on her represents the fol-
" of a man, and the wickedness of a
woman. And she haunts in the sunshine,
and drives around the lake, and laughs
and tests with innumerable men, as she
drinks glass after glass of champagne 4
the supper table. An innocent women
look at her, and think what good time
she must have.
I wonder if she has? I wonder If she
ever gets tired of diamonds and fine
clothes and champagne? 1 wonder if she
ever wishes to be quiet, to be simply
dressed and to be good woman?
don't know. Women can be so bad and
can be so good that it is Absolutely i'm
possible for one to decide about them.
The waters of Saratoga are bitter and
nasty They are said to do one good
POSSIBLY. The great crowd at Saratoga,
taken in a mass, is vulgar and meretri-
cious, but 1 believe it does do one good
10 look at it, 1t makes one think of sweet
ness, of gentleness and goodness It
ono hate great hip OOiev hofafs