The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-18

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the hens OF her dresses?"
And so they viii go on. ad infinitum,
each one supplying the memory OF the
other with new recollections. while they
speak pityingly of the younger genera
ton because they have no fun in them"
L'Apres.
We missed it-you and T.
l know not why.
Unless we few a thought too near the sun,
Which scared the harvest ere Il had begun
To ripen its aftermath Of grain,
So yielded none.
hooking the fruitless CLEAN of a barren
plain.
But so. with just a sigh
Love passed US by.
As when-tho' life is born twin-child with
light
The day. in high-sOuled pity for the happy
night
Lost in a labyrinthian paradise of dreams.
Clips her winged flight,
And shrouds awhile in mist her curious
beams.
o dreams so swift to fly
SWifter to die.
o love, so quick TO veil they golden face.
So 10th TO make two hearts thy dwelling
place,
thou not stay
One breathing space.
And weave nights joy into the web of
day? The Queen.
Paris is carrying into effect a truly
Partisan scheme for helping the poor. In
one of the streets on the left bank of
the Seine, a receptacle has been placed
into which women are entreated 10 throw
their cast-off corsets. At the first blush
or even at the second-it is gather puzzling
to imagine how the poor are to be bene-
fitted by this very delicate request, but in
explanation 1t Is stated that sum can
be realized by extracting and using up the
whalebone, silk, etc, contained in the
articles, and that if the appeal is liber-
ally responded 10, a handsome fund may
be realized. The plan may be a success
in Paris, but it is difficult to imagine
even the new woman in this country pub
licly discarding her corsets in the sac
red cause of charity.
A new woman. from the south. says the
New York Press, came into the Press
Office last week. She, wanted 10 sell
poem. The verse was so completely lack
ing in merit that one of the soft-hearted
editors frankly told her so in order TO
save her the rebuffs that she would prob
ably receive at some other offices. Her
ingenious, open face, guiltless of guile,
won the sympathy of one Of the women
reporters, who succeeded in drawing from
the determined young southerner the fol
lowing story:
ITO tell the truths. | got tired living
way down south in a little country town
where l could not improve or expand IN
any way; so / saved up my small earnings
and determined to strike out for New
York city.
Il reached New York six weeks ago !
unpacked my stock of trade, of which !
carried a full line of samples, as follows.
Energy, pluck, strength, perseverance,
industry, good nature, high spirits, self
confidence and determination to overcome
every obstacle and to work at any or
everything till could secure a foothoid
here. and then cultivate my voice
The first of the next week l hunted
up an artist whom 1 had known out west.
She smiled at my enthusiasm and tried In
vain to dampen IT, Well she exclaimed,
after having trouble like you, etc, I'd be
perfectly crushed. You seem to enjoy It,
The next day she came and hemmed and
hawed and hated to hurt my feelings. (Shb
had known me when l was a spoiled so
ciety girl with plenty.) At last she said;
"Well, I'll tell you, / hate to ask you,
but will you pose for me as Ophela? The
pay is small; $3.50 a week for two hours in
the afternoon. but do want your head.
''Well as l wanted her money she need
not have been so embarrassed.
u soon put her at her ease and assured
her was not one bit insulted, but charm
ed, and would be glad to learn how to sit.
1t would broaden my ideas of art, as
knew she'd talk on art tand artists, and,
besides $3.50 looked big to me. Anything to
hold my own in this driving city. For
two weeks l really enjoyed this new work,
While she was drawing me / sat in front
of one of her drawings and asked her
questions about artists, the location of the
worlds masterpieces, her life in Paris and
at the League.
81 then wrote a little song and tramped
all over big New York, only to have 1t
refused again and again. 1t was finally
accepted and l am promised the 30 per
cent. royalty. Would you believe 1t, but
1t occurred to me to try my hand at a
comic poem. The first place l went into
the editor said he never read poems or
took them, even If very fine didn't
let him see how mean / thought him.
told him If he thought 1t bad I'd destroy
1t at once. He took 1t then and there
and read one verse and said this is splen-
did Sit down. | sot,' When he got
through he was all smiles, and said: III
give you 50 for it. If you can't get more,
bring it back and I'll give you So STILL
1 sent it to six papers. took it in person
to one of the pictorial papers and told
them / wanted $40 for it. Every paper
sent II flying back but one. In two days
here came check for 81 from the leading
one the New York -. To-day / went
to the pictorial paper with another poem,
which was rejected instanter. The art
editor told me that he hated 10 send back
the comic poem, as they would have given
Sc for 1t. but not SO. could have cried.
for it needed Illustrations and he said he
wanted to illustrate it. But did not cry;
tears make a woman ugly; and, besides,
If I'd lose my spirits, I'd lose my small
hold on success, I'm sure.
II had a chance one day to make a big
pile of money Did ] take it? No! Not!
No!!! got the name of public singer
who buys songs, and thought she would
buy mine. She said: It's pretty, but too
tame. Now, if you'd write me a good
spicy one to order and very broad I'll pay
you Handsomely l was shocked. but l
did not let her see it. but told her would
not write or sing one for 100000 week!
She laughed and said; You're a darn
foolr
Nine. Patti, in the current number of
Cassell's Magazine. gives an interesting
account of her first appearance Misfor-
tune had fallen on the family, and at
last the day came when she could bear
her fathers troubled face no longer.
N.an