The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-05-10

fess, was very pleasant, and her drawing
room was homeliSe and pretty although
a little artificial.
"But deliver me from the drawing room
of a woman VINO sits in her bed rooml ina
type Is the worst Of all. IL is unmistakaDle
and most depressing with the stun ar
tables covered with conventional orna-
ments, the unused look Of the room. /
often wonder in such houses Where tht
family sit after dinner a true craving
room ought, in my humble opinion cine
ideals of an old bachelor are apt 10 Wis
ionary) to be the social center or the
house; 1t should be suggestive OF comtort
of sincerity, of culture ana OF tastei II
should have plenty of deep, cosy cnalrs,
and tables that can be used, not pltIalls
for the unwary In. the shape or WaDDiy
little affairs covered with silver ornaments
and fragile china. There should be cheery
fire burning all day IN the winter months,
a veritable altar fire, sacred to the Iares
and Penates, the gods or the househoIu.
II should be a room that tired man
would come home to with a sense OF un-
told comfort where he would find a cheer-
full, becomlngly dressed wlIe, aH1 n a.. !, :,
children. How many OF the draWdah /,
rooms behind those respectable
brown-stone fronts could answer Secn a
description or fill such needs II the
house is large enough there may be a
shabby substitute for such room up
stairs, which is called a library, ana Is
more or less comfortable ana home-llkSe
but the ideal drawing room is practlcaIly
unknown in American homes.
Another kind of room that CRATES hor-
ribly upon my aesthetic sense Is Wnat l
call the tawdry dressing room, wherein
petticoated and not overclean lampshades
seem to ill every available corner, ana
tinselly silk scarfs are draped over chdHs
mantleshelf and picture frames. l was AT
a house the other day where the room
was certainly not over 10 by ~, ana there
were five huge tissue paper monstroslues
in the way of lampshades, which had eVl-
IDENTIFY seen service all winter, ana they
were trimmed with artificial flowers.
Could there be anything more meretrl-
cious or barbarous? And yet II was IN the
house Of an educated woman, one holding
a good social position, VINO uguDtlS4sS
thought her room very pretty anu W W W
date. ! may be considered lohely oIu
bachelor but. by Jove, when ! see q room
like that 1 am thankful don't own
drawing room or wire.
They were talking about apple bios
SONS and springtime weather.. and both
declared May was an Impossible montn
for weddings, says the Commercial Ad-
vertiser Then the rosy maid SAID she
why" asked the other.
because / promised three years IN sue
cession to marry three dlnerent men IN
June and I've had such a good time
since then thinking Of the kind Of we'd
dings I'd have had, and OF the klnd OF
people I'd had to deal with afterward.
The first man was one Of high ideals. He
wanted a white wedding, and the bride
in a dress chOked up to the neck. He
would have insisted on church and cold
dinner every Sunday, and 1 couldn't have
worn wrappers about the house. His
mothers portrait was have been hung in
the parlor."
The rosy girl laughed.
"And the secondT'
ooh, he was a rich barbarian. Anything
snowy. ] think he would have fancied the
whole cortege in the national colors. The
presents and the bride were the main
things to him He'd have eaten with his
knife split gravy over the table and
told guests ungrammatical jokes and the
price Of all the silver. Ughl thank heaven
my innate decency saved me-"
"And the third?"
"He was a beautiful, dreamy, sensuous
egotist. He had a notion floating about in
his mind that the ceremony must look like
one Of the pagan things of Burne Jones.
to which he attaches a religious name.
The bride a Saint Cecilia; himself a young
Narcissus, or Eros; the priest-a mystic
dropped down from the thunderbolts of
Jove, and the attendant maidens mysteri-
GUS Of countenance, with himsy huttering,
fragrant gowns and wan, slim hands ana
arms swinging jeWeled censors, while the
lips chanted something from Rossetti or
William Morris. And after the wedding I
could fancy myself having to swing
those censOrs eternally before him, while
l chanted something from the songs of
Solomon"
And she is a maid STILL