The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-12-06


neighbor
That's where you find the difference be-
tween a lady and she who is merely a wo-
man. The first finds herself being pleas
ant and that is the beginning of attract
iveness, to everybody; the last is only
pleasant where She thinks it worth while.
She puts away her good manners as she
does her fine frocks and only assumes
them for company.
l have always maintained that the wo-
men Of the south were less apt to be af-
fected by the power of the dollar than any
other women; but l want to apologize TO
the women of the rest Of the country. The
southern woman when she is a cad is the
most offensive possible. Probably it is be-
| cause when she reaches this state of af-
fairs she is a rara avis. At least, l like
/ to think that is the reason. This is what
has made me alter my opinion. woman
l know dropped in for a cup of tea the
other day and said to me:
IF you want to have your eyes opened
very wide visit the home of your child
| hood after an absence of about ten years.
/ Your eyes will fill with tears when you
discover that many friends have gone new
er to return There will be a lump i'm
your throat when you see the changes that
! time has made here, there and everywhere
People who were rich are poor. Those
! who were young are old. Somebody will
1 be glad to greet you, but you may be
/ pretty sure that you will have your angry
1 passions in a turmoil before your visit is
/ finished. When l reached the home of
my ancestors-most of my ancestors are
dead and the house they used to live in
belongs to somebody else-but still l speak
of it as the home of my ancestors, because
/ own three lots in the cemetery there--I
naturally sent out cards to the friends of
my girlhood whose names were cited as
| being Still among the living. One of them,
girl who, as / remembered her, had been
an insipid, wax doll, only cared for by the
other girls because she had a clever moth
err who made us enjoy ourselves, was on
the list. In the decades that had passed
she had married a man who had made a
fortune as a baker-why is it that bakers
in history from Pharaoh's down have never
been particularly noble?
THE baker the doll married was a de-
scent enough fellow whose baking had
consisted not in making the world better
with home made bread and good healthy
rolls, but in selling to a populace over
willing to become dyspeptics, those abo
limitations known as ginger snaps and salt
crackers, with otter delicacies of the
same KIM too numerous to mention. Wien
l first heard of him the baker was known
as Mr.. John b. Jelly and he was com
monty spoken of by his intimates as
Johnnie One day | found, on my re-
turn from a luncheon, that / had missed |
a visitor whose card read: Mrs. J. Bread
Jelly should never have known who
this represented, but as another card was
with it--her mother's-thC explanation |
was giVen-I suppose really that's the
reason she takes her mother out with her,
to explain her existence. The day before
/ left, much against my wish, for there
were so many thoroug aly nice people 1
wanted to see, l made a call at the pala-
tial mansion of the Bread Jellys. Then
80 i've hp4 rrfxf fool fen Ia11a
an undesirable result may be achieved.
The door OF the Castle Jelly was opened
by man servant who, like his mistress,
kept his best clothes for times when
company was expected Then l was
shown into a drawing room that, as far
as taste was concerned, might as well
have been furnished with god dolare and
papered with certified checks. Handsome
furniture? Yes / suppose it Yves, but the
whole place had that vulgar air of being
furnished for appearance, and not for use.
In the next room cl % was taking
music lesson. Mrs. Bread Jelly had not
learned that in houses where good man
ners are understood children are not
given lessons in the drawing room during
visiting hours. In few minutes the
bake lady herself appeared. The face
that had been that of q wax doll had,
with the years, grown fat and fabby.
The nose was hooked and the manner
the woman herself had not grown from
childhood to girlhood, and from g,rlhood
to womanhood, but as if she had been
remade even physically through the sud
den accumulation of dollars.
My call lasted exactly eight minutes
During that time Mrs Bread Jelly dilated
on the number of her charities and the
great trouble forced upon her by the popu-
larty of her daughter who during the
eight minutes of my stay, was brought
into the room and suggested in her ultra
stiff white frock and her long hair nobody
so much as Morleena Kenw.gs. Now, re-
member my dear, this woman had been
born of good people, had the average edu-
cation, although she was always a fool
But how can you explain, even on fool.
the mere possession of wealth, resulting
in an absolute change not only in her ap-
pearance but in her voice? Some clever
man said once, Incredibly may lie but
voices do not. Low people make money
| drive in state throng to palaces but their
| antecedents always croak out in their
voices. They either screoch or purr: they
\ have no clear meditation Was there a
| coarse streak somewhere in her ancestry?
Il was sufficiently curious to ask among
! the people who knew whether the Bread
| Jellys, through their dollars, were in So
] ciety. Alas! and alas! There are always
/ some people whom money cannot buy.
| And those people are invariably the ones
| that the nouveau richie longs to be seen
| with The poor little rich woman could
I go wherever money would buy ticket,
but her acquaiutances were those un-
known to that which calls itself society,
and which afiliates by friendship or kim
ship with the hundred and fifty in Rich
mond, the two hundred in Baltimore the
three hundred in Philadelphia, and the
four hundred in New York. But you see
l had lesson. / learned that the weak
brain cannot be given a heavy purse with
impunity."
Then we both laughed And 7 said:
do you intend to forget her and her
name?" And my friend answered. mo
indeed, | intend to hold her up as an av-
full example; as an example Of the vul-
garity which results from the combination
Of folly and dollars"
Then thought how dreadful It must be
10 be an awful example. i was perfectly
certain that ] would never have money
enough TO MI that peculiar position, hut
how about the folly / pondered over
that for a long while, and then / con.
cluded that as far as folly was concerned.