The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-15
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dor of glass, china, silver and linen, feel
depressed, if not envious, and wish they
could make an equal display. What a
dangerous medley to digest lobster sal
ad and ice cream sorbet and boiling hot
coffee, rich pasties, candies, cakes, nuts,
olives, patties, game, jellies and-you
know it all.
When first settled in a pretty apartment
or fiat of my own, l naturally desire to
lunch and dine the friends who had for
years so generously entertained me. Oh,
how foolish my expensive struggles! /
hate to look back on my failures. At
last a man, who is a noted diner-out, had
the courage to show me my mistake. He
said Now don't get angry with an old
fellow for plain speaking. Don't try to
get up any more dinners. You never can
do it. It's a lifelong art and takes years
of experience and a. long purse / would
rather drop in and see you natural and
jolly and at ease, If you only offered
stewed kidneys and potatoes with their
Jackets on. Your dishes that should be
jhot are not hot enough, and what should
be cold, are not ice-cold. Do be sensi-
BILE" Twas a hard blow to conceit and
ambitions, but / swallowed the good adj
vice. l saw myself as others were see
ing me, and have never since initiated the
frog in the old fable, who tried to emu
late the proportions of the OK.
We all eat too much. l have known
several overworked, brilliant professional
men overcome by vertigo and alarming
symptoms of apopleXy, or paralysis, at
a dinner table after too hearty and varied
a meal If nothing worse comes, we give
ourselves dyspepsia, indigestion, govt and
Oh, vaII,r
obliged to resort to the stomach pump to
relieve a. fashionable young lady from
commissions, because she would eat all
goodies at luncheon-could not deny her
appetitel On the other hand, / equally
dislike limited amount of food, and a
superabundance of style and silver;
where thin and understood sandwiches
are tied up with narrow ribbons in diff
fcult knots, and all is hard to obtain and
meagre in quantity.
Lost Lght.-From scribners Magazine.
I cannot make her smile again.
That sunshine on her face
That used to make this worn earth seem,
At times so gay place.
The same dear eyes look out at me;
The features are the same;
But, o, the smile is out of them,
And 1 must be to blame.
Sometimes l see it still; l went
With her the other day
To meet a long-missed friend and while
We still were on the way,
Her confidence in waiting love
Brought back to me to see
The old-time love-light to her eyes
That will not shine for me.
They tell me money waits for me,
They say / might have fame,
l like those gewgaws quite as well
AS others like the same.
But 1 care not for what have
Nor lust for what I lack,
One 1.-THE as much as my heart longs,
To call that lost light back.
Come back, dear banished smile, come
back,
And into exile drive
All thoughts and aims and Jealous hopes
That in thy stead would thrive.
Who wants the earth without its sun,
And what has life for me
That's worth a thought if as its price,
1t leaves me robbed of thee?
Edward S. Martin.
NY sweetheart.-From IT. P. O'Connor's
Weekly Sun
My first was young md very fair,
with bright b.. eyes and yellow hair;
A surplice white in church he wore;
l loved him for month or more.
5f
NY second, he was gaunt and thin.
All round the hemisphere he'd been;
He'd shot at lions, killed a bear;
I loved him for about year.
My third had flowing coal-black locks
q wore then green and yellow frocks).
He played and sang my heart away;
7 IoxyaJ him ono war and a daV.
NV fourth was handsome, but so poorl
That only made me love him more;
/ wept and sighed but had to part,
II almost, almost broke my heart.
NV fifth was-well / cannot say
What he was like; but one fine day
l swore to- love him all my life;
And now he calls me Little Wife"
NV sixth? My sixth is very small.
He hardly seems a man at all;
But. oh, l could not bear to part,
With either Fifth or Sixth Sweetheart.
The latest agitation in English society
throughout her maJesty's empire, says
the Boston Herald. has been caused by
the sad truth that dancing is going out Of
fashion II may be said that the terpsl-
chorean art is dying a natural death, and
IN its last throes now calls upon the world
to know the reason OF It's decay. What
means this passing away of a custom as
old as the ark? What has struck man.
kind that this symptom Of light-hearted-
ness and exuberance Of spirits suecumbs
to the influence Of some unseen enemy2
Is Il possible that we are passing through
a vale not OF tears, perhaps, but one Of
moral paralysis, when even the playful
skipping Of young lambs - distasteful 70
Britisher who has been q devotee Of the
ball room, and who has danced with all
the abandon Of a salome or a Miriam
suddenly finds herself partnerless. and
the Tommy Atkins OF society turning up
his nose al her antics.
The passing Of the dance Is pronounced