The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-02

upper, the journalist A woman whose
NeLsatllty is her charm. To-day she
writes a story that brings the tears to
your eyes; tomorrow a clever letter that
interests you, and the next day. well the
next it-St Jay she does something else quite
inherent from the two before and vet
she Is the best of housekeepers. the proof
OF which is a jar of preserved strawber-
rles on the shelf of my pantry. that came
win her compliments Large, luscious
ana red they look out through the glass
as II to tempt one to take them with an
afternoon tea.
Make your best bow to Aunt Louisa.
Chlrpy looking and well dressed she
walks along as quickly as If she hadn't
a care In the world, and yet it is part of
her duty in life to look after those who
are sick and in trouble, and to give the
helping hand where it is most needed Say
with me. God Bless Aunt Louisa; may
she live long and prosper" man in a
long frock coat full as a woman's
petticoat; man with a hard face and
a flushed one. Three or four years ago
ne led the army of dudes, but now they
nave another ruler, and he is forgotten
forgotten without being dead. 1t is mis-
cradle state of affairs, and he is a mis-
cradle man.
\ rather masculine looking woman, and
yet she is not a masculine woman except
as far as the strength of her brain is con-
cerned. Gowned in the seVerest OF tailor
get-ups. swinging her arms as she walks.
and looking as if her thoughts were far
away from the frivolous crowd, comes
Jeanette Glider editor of paper, ana
to my way Of thinking, a deal clever than
her brothers. To you she looks like a
severe woman; you should see her with a
little child she has adopted, the child of a
dead sister. When she looks at that child
her face changes and becomes the incar-
nation of womanliness, and you feel as if
you must apologize even for counting her
as being all brain. Oh, no, my friend the
brain is there, but so is the heart A whole
crowd of school girls, gay, happy. out UNI
der the care of teacher, and determined
to have lark. They have been to the
matinee, and now they are going to get
soda and to buy the half pound of sweets
which is the amount permitted to each
girl. Who wouldn't be young? 1t is =
lovely thing; only appreciated when it is
gone. That is French hat, with its bell
crown, and its broad brm it couldn't have
been made on this side of the water. and it
Is worn by one of the dapper army of lit
tie Frenchmen who spent last winter in
New York, dancing, and flirting, dining
and winning, hoping to win the heart or at
least, the bank book Of an American heir
ess.
All American girls are not fools. And
they know that, generalizing, most of their
fathers have been honest men. and so.
they can hope to have for husbands men
born in their own country. Here is the
daughter of a millionaire, quietly dressed
and not wearing jewel. She is unattend-
ed, except by a small fox terrier, who
dances around her as If he would like to
tell her how good life is, even a dogs life.
He is a fashionable dog, is the fox terrier;
he is such knowing little puppy. and he
can outstare any woman, even if her lorg-
nettes are gold framed. He can be very
embarrassing with his stare, that seems
to say: Il know an awful lot about you
and some day | may speak" In the pass
ing show there comes pretty girls and ugly
girls gay ones and quiet ones;
well-dressed girls and girls who are
dowdes; men of good repute ana
men whom wise men and women
would rather not know There are babies
of all kinds, the million dollar one, whose
nurse is subservlent to that other nurse
who guards the seven million baby: there
are children in silk and children In cotton
those in silk usually belong to people who
can't afford it, and those in cotton are
the children belonging to the swell set
who know that childhood does not need
fine feathers to add to it's beauty There
are brunettes and blondes; truly. all sorts
and conditions, and they all go to make
up the procession that walks from Twenty
third street up the Fifth avenue"
Then we went home to tea. There l
found waiting to see me and to partake
of that cup that fetches one up even If
it doesn't intoXicate, a blonde and bru-
nette, and this was their chat
ter. Said the brunette: "Of
course, you know l am engaged to Algy
l do love him and l always shall conse-
quently l write anything to him that l
want and l have implicit confidence in
him."
"Ah," said the blonde, with the blonde
coldness of thought, Put not your conf
dence, especially where letters are con-
cerned, in any man. For, even if he is
honorable about them himself, his valet
will have the felicity of knowing how you
feel and how you express your feelings
A good valet considers that his first duty
to his master is to read his letters and so
be able to understand his varying moods
If Algy should die, his executors would
have a feast of reason or lack of it, as
they read your correspondence, and there
is always the likelihood of your having
a row, or of his marrying somebody else,
and of her discovering how awfully gone
on him you were by reading your let
ters."
But 1 am sure" said the affectionate
brunette that he loves me the best in
all the world"
My DEAR dear child" came plaintively
from the blonde, "a man always loves the
best in the world that woman to whom
he is talking and to whom he has sworn
vows of constancy, until he meets an
other one more attractive. That is the
trouble with you brunettes. You love
man to much you make him positive
that he fills your whole life. and that he
is all you think about. Then he gets
tired of you. Just convince a man that
he is secondary and he is like a dog
YOU whip-he is never satisfied until he
kisses the hand that punished him. Faith
fulness in word and deed is something
utterly unknown to the general man. He
NAV love a woman as much as he knows
how. but he hasn't the moral courage to
stand up for her when other women talk
against her His excuse usually is that
he doesn't want to compromise her. which
generally means that he doesn't want to
get the ill-will of the rest of the crowd.
You brunettes are entirely too Affection
ate Cultivate a little more brain and a
little less heart If you want to keep a
man and make him feel that he is Sec
ondary to your dogs. your books and your
frocks and he is yours forever"
And the only man who was there, under