The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-10

.-5 year when people yaWn pONtely-tnaI
s. If there is such a thing as yawning
..r-elv-and wonder what they will do
,- The season hasn't quite started:
--.r. is no certainty about what is and
-+g- is not TO be the special vogue, and
81, the fashionable matron. for the maid
--.,rrs for very little, socially, in New
work stares at the tip of her satin slip
-sr vawns again and again, and wishes
-,,,- s5rething would happen. happened
-. 4~,p into the Womans Exchange the
.-te~ day and I saw a little sign which
.-,.ex me as unique, and the woman VINO
,,-,-. II ought, if there is any justice in
.s. world. to do a fourishing business. 1t
-s4 this way: I'm the Cheering Up Bust
ness 1 will read, play on the piano. sing
or entertain invalids. or those people VINO
f.l a little blue and would like to be
.rsared M at a reasonable price per
to,,r'' Now that is what I call clever Ana
... woman who can deliberately make
fuslness of cheering up people, and es-
faciallv when she has TO earn her iving
i,,- this Hght-heartedness, must be mighty
rrave-ouite as brave as a soldier racing
.be enemy. Suppose she happens TO De
wondering where she will get the money
ia nav her rent when she is called on
70 cheer I'D Mrs. Crank, who wants TO De
sung to and read to, and amused with $40
ries that are not just straight and not JUST
crooked. but a little amusing. Ana the
cbeerer up has to look pleasant ana DC
pleasant and make Mrs. Crank feel pleas
ant. or the conviction will be forced upon
her that she hasn't earned her money
properIy. 1t takes all sorts OF people 70
l5ete nm a world and Mrs Crank IS one
1f tbe extremely offensive ones, put there
are others who are equally distinct -,
Among the snobs there is m, fiFs{ bH o. n am
Madame Millionaire VINO Is flcn puS NJ
ere In fact to be a bit slangy she Il
rather overdone She gauges every tul IS
from the standpoint of her bank DOCK, anu anu
rhe only reason she respects lne hln5etolii,
If heaven is because it is to be paved
With gold beautiful woman IS as
nothing to her until she hears now i hluCn
she Is worth and a man may be as brave
as Bayard Gordon and Robert e. Lee put
together, but she sees nothing good III mn nllIi
unless each act OF bravery IS IScos me-
by a million of shekels. When she COMES
10 die l wonder what she Will thlnkE II
Is a subject that doesn't trouble hei now
because she feels that money VIII set nSr
a sDecial train of carriages to follow her.
81 marvellous casket.tO hold her, ana yarus
Of silk to enshroud her. She forgets that
those dreadful worms have no respect iOr
persons, nor for fine WOODS, nor rlSh
Gowns And she forgets, too, that she
won't be asked. How much are You
worth2'' but instead, What good nave
Won done with the millions / intrusted to
yoH?i I make a bow to Madame Million
aire as she goes by; she gives me that tip
of her head which she reserves Tor no.
bodies, and 1 realize that l wouldn't
change places with her, not If her mil
lions were tripled ana her diamonds We're
of such great worth that they startled the
whole world. - -, =
whom Madame Millionaire has sort OF
liking is little Mrs. Good-Form. She
never makes a Enthusiastically. She
knows the latest hand-shake, she wears
the newest frock, and she wouldn't be
seen with an angel from heaven unless
its robe had a distinct cut Nothing is
amusing that hasn't been approved OF by
the Grundys elected by her and her Ike,
and she thinks il good form never to
permit herself to get very much excited.
She wouldn't shed a tear because-oh,
well, tears are common. common people
cry, and then, too, one might get one 5
nose red. She wouldn't laugh because
ordinary people like funny things, and
then, too, laughing is apt to make Wrinkles
about ones mouth She missed meeting a
famous artist once because she couldn I
decide Just what gown was suited TO the
hour of the day-a ridiculously early hour
when he was to appear. But then she
didn't care about the artist. She heard
afterward that his dress clothes were
abOminable, and that he didn't seem TO
know the difference between the people
one ought to know and the people II is
wiser not to know. 1t is quite true that
she will be forgotten when she makes
her exit from this world and that the
great artist will live for centuries, but
still, she flatters herself that she is al
ways thoroughly good form, ana what
more can a woman in good society want?
That a little bit of heart or brain might
be desirable has never dawned on her.
When she gets older, and people neglect
her. and she receives no invitations, she
win set it down to malice, and entirely
forget that, as she was in her young.
days, a mass of selfishness, she has no
right to expect that anybody will be kind
hearted enough to remember her.
Another snob is Mademoiselle Blue.
1rr mol H. hn ffaCf
admiration for people who try to conceal
their financial worries, who don't bore
The. world at large with, their troubles,
and who really and truly keep up brave
appearance. Some people have an idea
that it is a sin to be poor-it is some
thing of blunder, but still some, poor
people are happy. and i would like to
mention one poor woman know who
wouldn't change places with Cornelius
one-haf the pleasure out of life that
she does. What fun is there when you
can get everything without any trouble?
When you see a book that you long
for, you look at it and price it, and begin
to save on car fares and soda waters
and various small feminine luXur1es TO
get it. Then the day comes when you
have enough money, and taxing some
body with you, for you wouldn't be mean
enough to go alone, you enter the snop,
buy the book, and your heart Is hump
ing with pleasure and your lips quiVering
with delight, and your eyes are abso-
lutely laughing. And the man says
swer Not much but catch yourself
in time and say, mo thank you" And
then, when you get home, somebody
rolls up the bit of string because it is
nice pink string, which is handy to have,
and somebody else keeps the paper, be-
cause a booksellers paper is always
reputable looking, and then everybody
discusses the cover of the book and the
pictures in the book, and what the man
wrote before and how this will compare
with it. and the best reader is going TO
read it aloud, although, of course, you
are going through it with great rapidly,
first of all by yourself. That is real
pleasure. Do you suppose such intense
delight ever comes to Mr. Vanderbilt?
Books are nothing to him, that Is in the
way Of saving up to buy them. He can
order the whole shop home, but he can
never have the perfect joy that comes to
me, or 10 you when we buy the some
tcing for which We Ions, and which We
deny ourselves TO obtain.
But TO return to Mademoiselle Blue
blood. She is Of good birth, but poor
and the poverty IS in her purse not in
her assurance. She does what might be
called the poverty act. She cannot see
a pretty gown, a dainty bonnet, new
parasol well-htting gloves, or even a
comfortable chair, without saying; ''Oh,
ne hosy fortunate YOU arei Now, i am