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

l tell you. says Clara Belle in the Gin
clnnau Enquirer, that danger turks in
this Big city for the woman that hasn't
big supply OF pin money. Take this sad,
true tale as an illustration. II concerns
a newly married woman that sailed joy
Iully IOrth to buy q hat. the first new one
she q nad since she had a hubby to pay
the Dllis. She entered a fashionable mill
liner on Fifth avenue said she wanted
a walking hat and that she did not care
20 pay more than s.. Madam assured her
that there was nothing In the store at
that price, and the little brown lady
nushed and asked madam to be good
enough 70 show her what she did have.
Madam knew at once she had an easy
thing, and she smiled sweetly and re-
4uested mademoiseIe to be seated. The
niue lady in brown wondered II her we'd
uihs ring showed through her glove, hop
ca II didn't and wished she had had her
AR shampooed. Then madam brought
what she called a sweet thing in felt. 1t
was quite plain, except for a cocks fea-
ther and she deity placed the ';sweet
thing in felt on the little woman's rather
toWsly hair. 1t certainly did make her
too small.
DO you know" said madam, 4 think
Hnaqamolselle should wear something
little younger in effect Here for in
stance and she balanced an affair in
mirror velvet, with a spangled aigrette.
pulled down little curl in the center of
her victims forehead, drew the curtain
70 soIten the light just the least, and
StoOu on IN breathless admiration. The
little lady did look sweet hut moi half as
me- as she did in the big black velvet
a az with sweeping plume and flash
OF opal ana white paste against the hair
tnat madam now drew smoothly from the
niue nut woman's temples. But even then
Iot so sweet as in a hat of brown felt
aeeply edged with fur, knot of lace lift
ING IL from one side of the head and a
Duckie OF emeralds and rhinestones weigh
my IL down on the other. That, madam,
sald was perfect, and only 50 more than
III tnS NelVes one. The poor child had a
n req spot in each cheek. her eyes
We're shining, her breath coming hard
ana all OF sudden she said: Il will take
TINS one, please, and send it c. 0. D."
without faltering she gave the address,
uot Iashlonable street not even a fash
lonapIe house, but madam didn't move a
muscle Then the little lady walked out
very erect and pale, and half an hour
later there was a timid knock on the
/ door of Alfreds office. When il opened
a poor little woman cast herself on his
shoulder and said she had ruined him.
anu wouldn't he kill her, please. They
aren going to give each other any Christ
/ mas presents, and they NAV not leave
beauty.
Care killed a cat" says the old saw.
| Whether that signifies that even the ira
ultlohal nine lives may be sacrificed to
worry, or whether such a placid animal
az puss might also be brought to an I'M
timely end by brooding over the respon-
slblllties attendant on her numerous prog
ef.n1y, We know not, but that care may
XIII Is the moral that it behooves every
body to remember Nearly every latent
disease, says the New York Tribune is
aggravated by worry and many mala-
cause, yet many American women who
travel leagues in search of health, who
submit to the most torturing operations,
and ottentimes doom themselves to
painful and wearisome existence, inf
ntely trying to themselves and to 9TH
ers, might Undoubtedly have been spar
EIIffpTfnN II n hA hau N inc
they had cultivated the philosophic mind
and a cheerful disposition. Every woman
may have her individual mind cure" If
she chooses to exercise the will power
that is given to every one to greater
/ or less eXtent-enabling one to throw off
immediate cares and to find pleasure in
something within our reach.
Il saw Jack the other day." said one
/ Wall street man to another; "he looks
ten years younger and seems as happy
/ as a school boy
''Why, 1 thought he lost all his money
a while ago. answered the other.
$50 he did,, said Number One And 1t
is just that that has apparently agreed
\ with him so we'll He used to be thin and
! careworn, and irritable, and now he is
| stout and smiling and happy He has
kept his teeth and his hair, and looks
younger than any of us. He has some
small position on a railroad, travels most
of the time. lives in his portmanteau
| looks well dressed and comfortable. and
says that as long as he has IS in his pocket
he has not care in the world"
What agonies of mind a mother en-
dures, for instance, over evils
that never happen, possibly accidents
and Illnesses that amount to nothingi
What ceaseless approximations the fathers
and bread-winners suffer about their af-
fairs-al so useless, and yet so injurious
10 health and spirits! Perhaps the most
senseless worry in the world is the daily
and harrassing anxiety which so many
women actually cultivate about servants
and ordinary household affairs 1t sounds
absurd to hear a well-to-do matron groan
and complain over the responsibilities
which really constitute her state and her
/ comfort, and of which she would be loath
| indeed, to be deprived-crumpled rose
leaves of an existence which is in reality
most luxurious. Trouble is sure to come
to all sooner or later and there is no use
| borrowing trouble from an unknown fu-
ture Sutficient unto the day is the evil
thereof.
The man, says the Ladies' Every SAT-
urday, whose ha! hal reaches from one
end of the street to the other, may be the
same fellow who scolded his wife and
spanked the baby before he got his break
fast, but his laughter is only the crackle
of thorns under the pot The man who
spreads his laughter through life-before
a late breakfast when he misses the train.
when his wife goes visiting and he has 10
eat a cold supper; the man who can
| laugh when he finds a button off his shirt;
when the furnace fire goes out at night
and both of the twins come down with
the measles al the same time-he's the
fellow that's needed. He never tells his
neghbor to have faith; somehow he puts
faith into him. He delivers no homi-
| lies; the sight of his beaming face the
sound of his happy voice, and the sight
of his blessed daily life, carry convic-
tons that words have no power to give
The blues flee before him as the fog be-
fore the wind; he comes into his own home
like flood of sunshine over the meadow
of blooming buttercuDs, and his wife ana
children blossom in his presence like June
roses. His home is redolent with sympa-
thy and love. The neighborhood is better
for his life, and somebody will learn or
him that laughter is better than tears
so few of them? Can he be created? Can
he be evolved? Why is he not in every
house, turning rain into shine and win
tter into summer all round the year. until
life is a perpetual season Of joy?
Papers, says Clara Belle in New York