The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-17

deed, it should be the funniest of small be-
longings for the breakfast table, and that
is a honey pot 1t is in the form of
large bee of ruby glass, and he is mounted
in silver; he stands on his four legs, with
his wings appraised, his body holding the
honey, and the whole effect of the little
bibelot is to suggest that it is as sweet as
sugar. / wonder if you are like me? If
you really care to hear about beauti-
flu belongings? If you have learned the
wisdom of life-that is, the being able to
admire that which you cannot possess? If
so, then you will look with delight, as
did, on writing basket it is a square
basket with silver-gilt handles, lined with
red leather. Slipped through the proper
receptacle on the inside of the lid are the
silVer-gilt penhoder, pencil case clipping
scissors, knife and paper knife. The lock
is silver-gilt and the little key so dainty
that it could be swung on a chatelaine,
but so good and by good 1 mean secure,
that once turned in it's lock and taken out
without reversing, even the most expert of
curious mald-servants could not force the
lock to open, even with that most valuable
OF picks-a~ common hairpin. Fancy how
useful such a basket would be to a woman
who went away from home often, and,
who, during her absence received import
ant letters, which she did not wish to put
either among her gowns, or in the dress
ing table.
The amateur photographer has been
wishing for a long time that she could
combine pleasure and an increase to her
income. Everybody was willing to let her
take picture, but nobody seemed anxious
to pay for such photographs. One girl has
been clever enough to make her fad pay.
She devoted all her time to photographing
interiors; and now her friends are inform
ed that she will come and photograph a
dining room just as it looks when it is pre-
pared for dainty luncheon, or an elabo-
rate dinner; that she will photograph a
boudoir, drawing room, or a nursery,
and do IL at a reasonable price. What
woman is there, away from her mother,
who doesn't long to send home a picture
of how our dinner table looked the night
we entertained the Marquis of Carabas?"
Or what loving mother doesn't want to
have picture to go to a doting grand
mother, or an effectionate aunt, that
shows Just how the nursery is when
nurse is going to give Jack his bath?"
And what girl in love doesn't long to send
to her sweetheart "a picture of my boudoir
with your dear, dear photograph on the
table with my religious books and flowers
that l always put before it every morn
mgr Properly managed this special
amateur photographer will make money,
and if the people in New York are not wise
enough to appreciate her, / can only give
to her, though 1 do not know her at all.
the advice that the Duchess gave to Alice
in Wonderland: IF you don't succeed in
St. Petersburg, go to Timbuctoo"
By-the-bye, if the button of a bodice is
lost, hunting it becomes not only mat
ter of importance, but finding it results in
a certain reward. Beautiful porcelain but
tons, with miniatures upon them, framed
in brilliants, are the ones that my lady
likes on her evening gowns. She can get
them for 81 a button, and she requires
four. Sometimes the face on one button
is a Vatican study; sometimes it is the
head of Marie Antoinette or Madame Re-
caimer; and sometimes Raphaeps cherubs
look out at you from a button as if to say
ITS all vanity" But they are pretty
these dainty buttons, and SO are those
others of Delft ware, framed in silver; but
these are meant for a less elaborate bodice
than that one on which miniature buttons
appear For cloth gown, or fur coat
there are tortoise shell buttons, framed in
a narrow rim of gold. The button bag of
the future will hold treasures. Fancy
your granddaughter looking
through it! Will she appreciate these ar
tistic buttons as you do? Or will she call
them queer and out-of-date, and laugh at
the idea of ladies wearing them? Who can
say what the future will hold for any
thing And yet the future only copies the
past. BAIL l began with talking about
ITu6Ss anu ain uIlI llilS AIAlO AIiOl
that's the way with everything-we begin
with a song and end with a sermon.
Which do you like best-the song or the
sermon? l think it depends on how well
you can sing, or how badly you preach.
Well, there is one consolation, whether we
have to listen to songs or to sermons, we
can always make the best of everything
even of poor bargain Though l assure
you 1 shouldn't thank anybody for writ
ing: "This is a poor bargain" opposite
the name of Bah.