The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-09-20

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While the avenues for wage-earnine nv
women have wonderfully increased I'm the
last years and in numerous instances
financial enterprises are successfully car
req on by women, it yet remains true.
and ever will, that large class of wives
little money Wy
for these women, says Harper's Bazaar.
are not supposed to be needy: thew are
generally placed in comfortable homes
with tasteful wardrobes, bountifulIv
spread tables, and, to the casual observer
no apparent lack in their surroundinps
But the house-rriother knows how 80,
times she reckons over the household SIM
phes 10 see what article can be left nm
bought O"-
II is little money which causes so MANY
women to haunt the bargain counter. TO
az, riIe uerlslon of husbands, who are sub
iii'Ieiy unconscious of their wives slender
purses. IL gives interminable shoDnine in
the search from store to store to and
the beet article for scanty means And
tlese Vexatlons are not the worst which
come to her with little money. She must
Dear with what grace she can imputa-
luis upon her taste when she selects
peItoIce some cheap common thing in
preference to the more elegant one which
Deauty-loving nature NAV crv out for
one must often curb with a stern hand
ner natural generosity of spirit and for
pear giving to the friend or cause she
IonGS' vi at most strive to content herself
with meager, almost shabby token.
never nave had enough money with
Whlch to run my household comforta blv
have had to plan and contrive in order
20 get something out of every cent in the
oollar, said one, considered a fine house,
WlIe ana manager <and she was). who
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1t brings lines all too soon to women's
Laces' ana gives to many eyes an all too
Wlstiul expression. But it also helps TO
develop valuable qualities which in a state
OF more abundance some women would
never have shown.
II sharpens invention, ingenuity and
carefulness, and like many disagreea-
pie thlng in life, teaches patience and
self-denial.
When Have Time
when have time, so many things I'U do
To make life happier and more fair
For those whose lives are crowded now
with care.
I'll help to lift them from their low de.
spair
When 1 have time
When have time. the friend 1 love so
Shall know no more these weary, toiling
days;
III lead her feet in pleasant paths always
And cheer her heart with words of sweet
est praise,
When I have time
When you have timel The friend you hold
so dear
May be beyond the reach of all your sweet
intent:
May never know that you so kindly meant
| To ill her life with sweet content,
When you had time.
Now is the tims! All, friend no longer
wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of
To those around whose lives are now so
They may not meet you in the coming
year
Now is the time.
Chicago Tribune.
In the good old times, not so remote but
! that most of us can remember them, and
good because past and therefore seen
through the enchanting haze of memory.
| says Nina R. Allen in Lippincott's Maya
zine, the hair of the heroine played an
important part. For one thing, it came
down with surprising facility apparently
without cause, except that she had a good
opportunity to display her wondrously
beautiful tresses.
AS matter of course, her hair was lux
urtant. None of the other women in that
particular book had hair worthy of COM
parison with hers, which fell in great
waves far below her waist, whether pur-
ple-black, dusky, nut brown or the red
gold such as Titan loved to paint.
If the heroine went out for a ride, the
horses usually ran away. zone might al
most think that the faithful animals had
had instructions as to what was expect
ed of them.) In her efforts to control the
frightened creatures, just as they dashed
by a group of her friends and admirers
or rushed past the hero down swept her
hair in great inky masses to her knees.
If she went out for a canter her steed
became frisky and her rich auburn hair.
escaping the confines Of net and comb,
without making much fuss about it,
either fell about her in sweet confusion
or floated behind her on the breeze
II she were a lady of high degree, rob-
bed of her lover by an irate husband or
a stern father she threw herself upon the
breast of him who had loved her but too
well as he lay gasping away his life, and
OF course her hair came down, though
apparently fastened securely in place one
little hour ago; the riotous masses of her
copper-colored locks covered him like a
shroud.
If she was a maiden Of lowly birth, 1t
made no difference. Pretty, coy little
Babette, the fisherman's daughter, has
been forbidden to speak to Lord Ronald
or to think Of hinf; she must tear his i'm
age from her heart. One day she is walk
ing along the sands, mournfully gazing
seaward. The tide, the treacherous tide.
creeps in little by little until she is cut
off from the shore. She does not return
to her home at the accustomed time. But
after a week has dragged by, the cruel
waves bring to the shore a young maiden,
with her shimmering goldefS hair floating
about her.
Now what made their hair come down
so easily? How did they manage it?
Is there already a reaction against our
severely intellectual view of life? says
Scribners for September. One story,
whose lyric style caught something of the
throbbing of pure emotion, has been
eagerly devoured by a hungry generation.
In "Trilby" there are men and women
human to the touch. Hall Game dares
cope with human passion. But the spec
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