The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-02-07

MY Love
I kissed him-my LIES life is there,
on his forehead, his lips, and his cheek;
To others he may not seem fair
But to me-O, l never can speak
The half of the heaven l know
When l hold him and kiss him-sol
Let the day be curtained by cloud
IT'S the same as though cheered by the
If only at noon-time allowed
In play with my darling to run
To run. and at end of the race,
To hold him and kiss his dear face.
Do you think when a man he is grown
1 shall love him an atom the less?
Mo- off in a world of his own
My own he will still be to bless;
The world is too narrow to part
My boy from his true mothers heart.
Dorothy Alden in Home and Country.
In an old number of a very popular jour
nal for "ladies," says a writer in Woman
hood, l read not long since an article call
ed THE art of pleasing men," l wish that
every mother in the land would read that
article carefully, and then ask herself, lis
this the sort of teaching for my girl
children?"
The writer tells first how a girl who is
so fortunate as to have young men callers
may make herself agreeable to them Then
she takes up the case of a girl who is so
unattractive that young men never call on
her and tells the unattractive one how she
may attract them. The directions are as
follows:
At some party or church social she is to
look around and find, if she can, young
man who, like herself, is unattractive to
the opposite sex. If she knows him she is
not TO wait for him to come to her. but she
is to 90 to him and make herself as attrac-
tive as possible. If she does not know him
she is cOunselled to ask for an introduce
ton.
sured will be enthusiastic in praise of the
unattractive young lady who is trying to
be attractive, ana other men, lea on on
introductions." and the happy consumma-
ton of this little trickery will be that
some day the man she is waiting for viii
come" and with him, we are positively
assured will come the greatest joy and
happiness that earth can give to wo-
man"
that journal till you find this article read
it carefully and l think you will agree
with me that its title should have been;
chow a woman may make man-traD of
herself" And if any mother in America
can say that following such advice will re-
suit in the highest type Of Womanhood,
then God pity her daughters!
have a story to tell that might be call
ed "A Close Shave in Furs," says Clara
Relle in a New York letter to the Cincin-
natl ENQUIRER, but lest that title mislead
bv suggesting the shipping into narrow
hands that is now so fashionable, I'll get
right at the tale. The husband OF the story
was out of town; at least, that was what
TO do some typewrltng for him while he
was away She, good little thing, was
going to do it, but she got mixed on an adj
dress She was sure they would know
the address at the ofhce so she called up
her husbands number on the telephone,
Intending to ask one of the clerks. She
had NOT noticed that IL was about the din
ner hour and though Central connected,
and rang for her, there was no answer.
The little lady stood waiting with the re-
ceiver at her ear, little cross saying to
herself that while her husband was away
the boys in the office did not attend to
their work.
lo" She said Hello in reply, and the
voice went on, rs this Central@' You
know what queer switch-offs are made, so
the little lady said: No well, who are
vou?'' said the voice. There was something
so familiar in the tone that the little lady
returned: WHO are youT Il want Cen
trail" SAID the little lady. and an awful
suspicion began to form In her heart, and
made her disguise her voice; We'll, do
grily. and the. little. lady said in ner as
-" the voice hollered, but there is no
1 want to telephone TO No. -; will you be
good enough 10 ring Off and let me get
Then the little lady, being by this time
entirely sure of her husbands voice, said
by a great effort keeping the sobs from
deceived her, and If chance was going 10
help her discover the depth Of infamy she
meant u do &C. Who was No. -? She
would know In moment. The voice soft
ened al once. us this Miss Melrosel" il
! asked. The poor little wife clutched her
end OF the telephone and wished she hadn't
9 qesby "why didn't 'I Recognizes aHsw yoer
voice; queer wasn't t., that you were Just
telophonng2 How about the sealskln
] g1S6 the en- Door little wife, WHO had BEEN
Going cold an the winter under a little fool
cane. because she didn't have the heart
TO even think OF a sealskin jacket. Pretty
nice one isn't IT." went on her husband,
his voice full of pride. "Bruter the lit
re wife gasped. There was a pause, then
he went on. tfWell, now, see here. / don't
want my wife 70 have the least idea about
IT, YOU known"
How In the world the little wife ever
kept from shrieking her rage and shame