The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-12

Ills gentle footsteps scarcely pressed
The pathway to my heart:
only saw him standing there
And knew he'd ne'er depart.
How can tell what brought him when
know not how he came?
1 only knew, and bowed before
The magic OF his name.
So many are more beautiful?
All, we'll perchance it's true;
SO many are much better, dear2
Sweet, no one else is your
The word pushful. says a writer in the
Gentlewoman. was, believe coined by an
evening newspaper to describe a leading
politician. Whether it accurately conveys
the photograph of his character to the
world l do not know, but il is certainly
an adjective which may be appropriately
tackled on to large class of present-day
women. Who has not met the pushful
woman, either literary, artistic, Journal
istic or merely social? Who has not suf
fered under her assaults2 Who has not
longed for her collective demise2 But she
continues TO increase and to multiply,
and TO grow more and more pushful as
TO get into society is almost tragically
pushful Nothing fatgues her; nothing
damps her ardor. She may receive the
harshest snubS, but they rebound from
the rhinoceros hide of her imperturbabil-
ity. People may not want her. That
doesn't matter if she wants them. She
will seek them out; she will chase them
INTO the park, as the hound chases the
fox. If theey go to earth she will dig
them out. If they are mot at home" she
Will come in and wait" 1t is impossible
10 escape from her, impossible to dash
her determination. You may issue invita-
tons for a party and omit to ask her.
She Will somehow ask herself, or come
with somebody else.
Only the other day was at a reception
at which was a well-known woman who
had sent out invitations for a ball. A
lady went up to her and reproached her
openly, saying: Il hear you are giving
BAH. You have left poor little me out.
How unkind! And take up so little room.
Mayn't l come? Poor little me duly re-
ceived a contemptuous invitation, and will
doubtless turn up at the entertainment
with perfect self-satisfaction. The push
tul woman who has wares-brain wares of
any kind-to dispose of has more excuse
for her proceedings, but she is often
sore trial to the spirits of the delicate
minded For she throws refinement TO
the winds of heaven and takes off her
gloves metaphorically, before she gees
for" an editor, or a publisher, or anyone
VINO can do her any good" She goes
into society for purpose, to get rid Of
| novel, or to place" IAN article or to obtain
sitters for portraits, or to puff her bonnet
shop or her tea room, and her methods
are, to say the least of it, peculiar. The
poor editor who has come to enjoy him
self and shake off the cares of the day
tees from her as from the pestilence
lHdL WdlkEln DIT MONDAY. he lodges her
as If playing a game of Tom fiddler S
ground, but his most adroit tactics do
not avail him much.
She means to know him. and know him
she does before the evening is over
Catching him over an ice or a plate Of
! Strawberries, she boldly asks him to give
her work, and appeals to the friend he
IS with to back her up, I'VE ought all
editor chokes and gives in, and gently
curses the pushful woman. I have seen
publisher driven from party by a push
full novelist. He told me afterwards tina
he fed because otherwise he must have
been rude. If we are poor and have to
make our way no doubt we must seize
our chances, but society is for recreation
and ought not to be used for coursing pur-
poses. The hunt is all very well. but
when the hounds lift up their voices and
bay al evening parties, it is time thew
were sent to kennel If people must be
pushful at all, they should be pushful in
| hours of work, not in hours set apart for
play. When the pushful woman can
learn to remember this, she will be less
destructive and not-in the endless sue
| cessful.
A last seasons straw hat, says the New
York Sun, that has become soiled and DIS
colored may be cleaned with very LITTLE
trouble, and made to look almost like
new. Procure at the druggists 2 cents
worth Of powdered yellow surphur ana
mix 1t with the juice of lemon. With
soft brush or piece of white cloth rub
| this mixture into the straw; take fresh
piece of cloth slightly dampened with
cold water, and rub the straw well Put
| the hat aside for tWenty-four hours then
brush thoroughly with a clean brush to
remove any powder that may remain.
The straw should be fresh, clean ana
creamy in color.
1t is likely that by the time that heavy
| cold-weatheT fabrics are again seasonabie
we shall see a still greater change in the
contour Of sleeves. Just now the airy sum-
mer textiles make the full pulled STYLES
almost necessity, and the models for
| the moment are compromise between
| the extremes of the old-fashioned light
unadorned Variety and the huge balloon
| monstrosities, which, however, never be-
came as wholly inflated in Paris as with
us. The present shapes are prettier and
more becoming than anything we have
| had in years, and the choice is almost
| unlimited as to the style of arranging the
| upper portion of the sleeve. Three frilIs.
| plain or lined, with colored silk or satin
| instead Of a puff at the top, are very
| pretty in silks and light wools and the
| bell puff, with nearly all the full ness
| above the elbow, is another favored mod
| ell. Some of the transparent gowns have
| sleeves of alternate Huguenot putting and
| lace insertion covering the arm to the
| shoulder, where there are pointed iabot
| draperies edged with knife-plaited frius
or lace. Tuke fichus with short butterfly
| shoulder puffs are worn on airy evening
toilets made up over Liberty satin.
An amusing story, says Woman, which
| has the advantage of being true, is being
| told about a certain ducal pair 1t appears
that a compatriot of the duchess. who de-
scribes herself as having played Il the
same yard" with her present grace, took
| the opportunity of calling on the happy
| pair when they we're staying in the RI
| viera. The, lady was ushered into a gor-
geous salon. where she found the Ouch
| ess, who was delighted to see her. The
| duke however, contented himself with
| rising languidly from the couch he had
! been reclining on, and nodding a careless
| good morning" to the visitor He then
| turned his back upon her and looked out
| of the window, whistling the while.
| Shortly after when he had left the room
| altogether, the young duchess naivelv
asked: We'll, what do you think of my
| husband?" II reckon 1 don't think much
| of him, anyway" was the candid replv
why, that's what every one says" ex-
| claimed her grace, with equal frankness.
The talk over the coffee cups, says the
| New York Times, was drifting in a certain
uptown dining room last week from sub
| ject to subject when it rested briefly on