The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-26

with empire chairs and tables; a bright
little wood fire cracked on slim, ancestral
looking andirons, and reflected on the
white tiled hearth, before which is drawn
up a cosey tea table, beautiful to behold,
with Queen Anne silver and old East In
dian cups and saucers. Time 3 o'clock in
the afternoon. Mrs. Pedigree pouring out
tea for a friend
The Friend-Shall You go to the meeting
of the Colonial Danes tomorrow?
Mrs. P. (doubtfuny)-I cannot make up
my mind whether to drop the whole thing,
or whether to keep on with it, There is
so much that is disagreeable, not to say
ridiculous about it. Why, the relatives
alone have discovered would be enough
to disgust me with the whole business.
Such frowsy, undressing creatures, that
prose on about their families, When 1
remember how used to be given to that
sort of thing myself l feel as if they were
veritable caricatures of me. Such unin-
teresting details, and such commonplace
people Is it all worth while, do you
think? After all is said and done. there
is not much to boast Of
The Friend-I heard an Englishwoman
laughing about il the other day. She said
it seemed so odd TO hear people over here
take pride in an ancestry that they would
call merely a respectable middle-elass set
of people In England. 1T is so American
and so queer" she said Ito get up all
these societies and squabble over distinc-
lions that are so little, after ALL OF
course" she continued lit is pleasant to
know that ones people were honest folk,
and did their duty in that state of life
to which they were called, but beyond that
do not see that distinctions over here
matter"
Mrs. P.-Besides, you know, the smart
est people nowadays have no family to
speak of. Mrs. Midas said the other day
it was only the poor old frumps that need
ed ancestors, anyway, and 1 think she was
right But there is one reason why I
really like to go to these meetings. I
have the right to wear four more bars
than my sister-in-law, and it makes her
nearly Wild
Not to know certain persons, says the
New York Tribune, argues ones self I'M
known in society, even among children,
who in fashionable life take to snobbery
apparently as naturally as to their moth
ers milk. a once prominent member of
the smart set, having lived in retirement
at her country place for ten or fifteen
years, and who was in consequence quite
unfamiliar with the present powers that
be in the kaleidoscope called the -Four
Hundred" accepted the invitation of a
friend who asked her to allow her little
girl to make her own children a visit in
the city for the holidays The good wo-
man, who gave the invitation, however,
''reckoned without her host"
Her children, after few days stay of
the little guest complained to their moth
er of their position.
1T is just spelling all our pleasure!
they exclaimed. Nobody knows her, and
her clothes have all been made at home
We told the girls that you said her moth
er used to be one of the most fashionable
women in New York, and they said they
had never heard of such a person! Why,
do you know. Mabel Amsterdam (the little
guesO does not even know Margaret Mid
as by sightp' the small plutocrat in ques-
ton being, by virtue of her fathers inn
mense possessions, the queen of the fash
ionable juvenile world. The good mother
smiled and sighed over the worldliness of
the new genera ton.
And to think" she said to herself that
the mothers of half these children would
have been proud enough to have been Wis
tied by Mabels mother in days gone byl
How New York changesi"
The race of old maids is fast dying out
It was largely the result of environment
A characteristic anecdote of one old maid
is like a story of an extinct people. This
is true story. The little lady was so
small and weakened that it seemed that a
breath of wind might blow her away. 1t
did not seem possible that she could ever
have been young. No one could remember
that she had ever been less old and less
weakened. She was parasite, but such a
kind and helpful one! She was everywhere
at once and never in the way, and hardly
more heard than seen, for her voice was
scarcely louder than a whisper And so
CAREFUL That she was named Aurora was
the delightful appropriate Inappropriate
ness which belonged to her old-fashioned
character And one day Aurora the TIM
i'd the careful, the trustworthy was to
do an outside errand. She was to take n
valuable watch to the jewelers. for repairs
she did not dare to carry it in her pocket
bag would never be safe for anything so
precious, so she carried it, carefully
wrapped, in her hand. She held it so
tightly that the blood hardly circulated
through her fingers. She was glad, when
she reached the jewelers. store, TO get rid
OF her valuable charge. She leaned care
fully over the glass showcase, rested her
hand upon 1t, opened her stiffened fingers
but the watch was not there. Yes, 1t
was found when $25 reward was offered
but Aurora, the timid, the careful the
trustworthy, never knew how she lost it.
One morning, says Poultney Bigelov' s
White Mans Africa, Il got into a raiIvva y
e:aln running for about a dozen miles
through succession of sugar plantations
My idea was to see To country and The
people in a more leisurey way than j
could have done had / Travelled bv q swirl.
en- conveyance. We stopped at most OF
the crossroads and picked up a varied as
sortment of native types that soon uade
the train look like an anthroDological see.
ton in the Berlin museum. 1t was some
thing Of a shock al first TO see young Ia
lies step aboard dressed in nothing 4,
speak Of beyond their magnificent skins o.
chocolate bronze; but a more modest AM
wei-behaved D1enagerie cannot be con
revived.
There was market for Cape gooseber
res az the end of this railway and the oc
cesion was evidently one for social display
.or there was considerable coquetry show
~ the matter Of halrdressing and az
anssmeht OF beads. One Zulu made
nl,ilateo me by a head dress whie