The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-05

PSI awful time, a day in the country.
Eears ago, / gave up the doubtful pleas
L. Of a day in the country 1t meant
Lifting up three hours before the usual
me. dressing in a great hurry, swallow
ng a cup OF coffee, hot enough 10 burn
"A only your throat, but your soul, and
ten rushing for the train only TO dis
aver that you are three-quarters of an
hcur ahead of time. When the country
IL reached, you sit around in your best
riothes and talk about the city. At u
e'clock you have a hot dinner, and as
rssult, the perspiration runs like rain'
a i YOUR bangs become disreputable. and
xbu wish you lived at the North Pole.
men your hostess asks you IL you
couldn't like TO take off your dress and
Ii down for an hour, but knowing what
IS expected of you, you decline and sit
~ in stiff stays, and high boots and your
rs frock all during the long warm af-
hrnoon, trying to be pleasant and dis
cb sslng whose patterns are the best fit
M. Then, at O'Clock, you start for
10 train armed with bunch of daisies,
4 basket of raspberries and a flower, in
a pot. When you get home and look at
Ne raspberries. you realize that you
huld buy better at the butcher shop;
vhen you gaze upon the daisies you see
fbat they are wilted and wan. Then you
How your angry passions to rise, and
rou fire the flower pot out of the window,
MIDI the chance of hitting a man on the
Mad. The average woman chances so
much. After this, if you have anything
masculine attached to your household,
fou fall into its arms and swear that
never again will you go to spend day
ID the country.
go for an outing. That means week,
md 1 don't propose, when 1 arrive, to i'm
press the country people with my knowl-
edge of city fashions. Instead, 1 try to
Ind out what they know. l usually dis
cover that they have a deal more knowl-
edge than l. They have plenty of time TO
Mad, and they have plenty of time to
be considerate of each other. In big
city, if sickness or death comes to you,
he people on the floor above or people
O. the floor below may stop the piano
during the funeral services, but that is
he extent of their interest. In the coun-
ny it is different. If you are Ill, the
npighbors visit you, send you things to
ear and do everything IN their power 10
keep life in you, and II life and you nap
Men to be two they rob their gardens or
heir white flowers, they rob their ward
robes of their black gowns and give the
MfSt ana lena the last III uO4AOA VI AAAG
head 1t is all very human.
AS soon as you arrive in the country to
stay a week, the girl from the next door
homes in TO borrow some baking powder
from your hostess. This is snare: IN
al hours time she has found out from
You how the hair is worn in the city,
whether sleeves are as large as they were
1ast summer, what the last new novel
is, what is the last new slang ana
whether white shoes are worn to church.
You see they are three months ahead
on this information If they get II from
You instead of writing to the editor of
some fashion plate. After the girl from
next door has thoroughly pumped you,
You have the privilege of living and en-
1Oying yourself.
When l am in the country, 1 like to help.
There is pleasure, warm pleasure. IN
picking the currants that are to be used
10 make the beautiful red jelly; there
81 not quite so much pleasure in collecting
faspberries, but after you have gotten a
lin pail full of them, you begin to realize
why they sell them by the box in the city.
One has to gather such lot to nil any
Filing. Country people don't appreciate
the.r blessings. There is buttermilk-
fool, rich, and with lovely little dots Of
EOlden butter all over 1t, it is drink mt
or the gods-nectar is nothing beside ii,
but country people think nothing of II and
rive It to the pigs. SuA, country pigs,
IN the form of sweet hams do have a
haste reached by no other porcine beasts,
since they seem favored with buttermilk
hnd hickory nuts. 1 never knew anybody
D. the country who was fond of butter
milk, eggs or lettuce. They are counted
RS worthless.
i But to return to my outing. Bah ar
fived on Saturday, and on Sunday she
went to church.
The very vilest sinner goes to church in
the country, or else the vilest sinner will
have no standing whatever. Country peo-
pie think little of me as churchgoer. /
lOn't dress enough, and one snub-nosed
Eoung woman made her nose more re-
trOusse by fitting il up and saying within
Nany hearing: She has got on a cotton
frock, and not even white kid gDves!'
#You see the fashion papers teach them
That white kid gloves should be worn with
b cotton frock, and that cotton suit is
#not adapted to formal occasions, and If
here is anything formal in the country,
Fl is church-going. Nice old gentlemen
#who were perfectly at their ease yester-
Hday in a free-and-easy get-up, look like
martyrs in black belongings and frock
coats on Sunday 1 thought every
fly In the village was on my hostess
back (for flies adore black silk) until two
or three began to dance around my nose.
Why can't country people dress properly
for church? No matter what their belief
\ is, why need they make their poor bodies
suffer the tortures of satanland while they
are trying to praise God? Still, let us be
respectable or live in the city.
Last Sunday the minister gave out that
on Tuesday night there would be a fair
o raise money to carpet the parsonage.
That parsonage is always wanting a new
carpet But, as the average clergyman
has from eight to ten wellsprings OF
pleasure prancing over his carpets, and
all the women in the congregation visit
on his carpets, 1 suppose they do wear
out rather quicker than those of a city
clergyman, whose family is fashionaOly
small and whose visitors are few. When
visiting one must always go to the fair
for the benefit of the parsonage carpet
AT a country fair you get such lot for
your money. At this fair, however, a
city girl could have learned great deal
. and that is the reason 1 am telling about
II. My first stop was at the bag table
There they had everything possible in the
4 shape of a bag. There were cretonne
bags for your shoes there were linen bags
that rolled up for your medicine bottles
there were big-fiowered chintz bags bound
with braid and with a stick run through
the top to hold your soiled linen; there
were brocade bags for your fan and hand
bags for opera glasses, and there were
Melted bags of coarse silk to be used for
shopping. You know that kind of bag
In Philadelphia they call it the Boston
Sag; in Boston they call it the Philadel-
phia bag, and in New York, when it is
seen, somebody says, "Oh, she lives out
of town, you can tell it by the bag" Then
there were ragbags, clothespin bags, and
T.