The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-07

and must have been cruel for the
! Duchess took her babies and went to her
own people. In 81. meeting Mr. Hunger
| ford, you could only think that she had
married a man out of one of her books.
| He was handsome; he wal - great ath-
lete; he rides, drives, shoots, fishes and
does everything well. Best of all, he
adores his wife. There is a pen picture of
her work room in my book. L will quote
IL exact:
The Duchess workshop would never
suggest work. although a great quantity
of il is done there. in 1t is "A huge CRATE,
and the log fire as it blazes up seems to
hint of pictures in its flames, that this
fair woman ought to see. There are book
cases all about the room overlooking with
books of all kinds, from those of reference
to those Of history; from dictionaries to
books Of poetry; and there are all the nov
els that were ever worth paying attention
10. Good pictures are on the walls and
fine bits of china are placed where they
give the most artistic effect. The desk
Is a marvel of neatness. Every bundle
Is carefully tied up and labelled, and here
works a woman who says: L am more
than happy ! have fun, complete life, i'm
which my Only trouble Is a review, for ]
have never overcome my terror of criH-
cism. and as each arrives I finch, like the
coward am, before it is read " DO you
wonder that | wanted TO turn back the
pages OF my DOCK OF lie! ana now she
Is dead, the woman who made many people
happy; the woman who was good wife
and good mother; and a woman who
made so perfect a home that. when it was
even suggested that she 4eave il for visit
to London, the tears of the children were
pitious to see, though they nearly always
triumphed and kept their mother close to
them. | don't suppose the Duchess name
will be among the great novelist of history;
! don't think she expected that herself.
! know there are plenty of critics who
snarl at her and say her books are "goody-
goody." ia rather write "goody-goody"
books that only last for a short
that, because of the genius in
them, viii live forever. 1 think ] am
speaking for a good many women when
say that it is pleasanter to laugh with
Dickey Brown than to be sad with Toll
stoi; that 1t is more interesting to read of
d the boycotting in Rossmoyne than to
make ones self wretched over the plays
of Ibsen; that, after all, to watch the
gradual growth of a love story, the un,
folding Of a secret or the triumph of vir-
tue over vice, is pleasanter than to con
vince ones self of the degradation of
women as painted by Lombroso of the
degeneracy of the race as pictured by Nor.
deau, or the unhappiness in all the world
as it's dragged out and dilated upon by
many of the so-called great novelists We
want some merriness in life; we want
some of the little books that make us
laugh, that make us shed a tear but GER
tainly we want books that while they IN
terest us. do not harrow us or make MS
wretched. l think this kindly little wo-
man tried to give us such books / am
sure that. in this country, to which She
never came, she has hundreds of admirers,
and l am more than sure that many a
young girl felt sad when she read: The
Duchess Is dead" Not that death is the
worst thing that can come to u.s. OF her
so much that is pleasant may be said
that II would seem as if death ought to
bring the praise that is her due, and
which too often is not given 70 people
while they are alive. But what a full
life she had! A happy wife, a good
mother, and an honest worker. win 1t
not be said to her; well done, thou good
and faithful servant; enter into the joys
prepared for you" This is a very tiny
leaf of laurel from a far-off country that
must join all those other leaves and 20
to make a wreath to lay upon the grave
OF the dead Duchess" Bah,