The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-28

and the other to hang down the back!
More than this, the materials and dyes
In use in the fashioning of mourning ma
terials are often of a very poisonous ma
ture, complexion. Not less injurious are
the minute loose particles of poisonous
crepe
Gloomy garments, darkened rooms all
the subdued life Of a house OF mourning,
lower the vitality and reduce the quantity
of domestic ozone.
"The charming young widow in her cos
tune of unrelieved crepe is a figure that
henceforth will be but seldom seen. While
she is doing her best to restore her ruined
complexion, build up her demolished vi
tality, and regain something of the beauty
that she has lost, she is succeeded by the
sensible woman who wears light mourn
ing for a few weeks or months simply for
the purpose of self-protecton, and then
tries to brighten and tighten her garb as
effectually as she may"
Our hero, says Clara Belle in a New
York letter in the Cincinnati Enquirer,
was making a party call She had said
that he might come at about 4. because
People don't begin to crowd till ST. He
found her in heavenly half negligee tea
gown, because she said 1t was so rainy
that she was sure no one would come. She
told him to be nice and coy, that he could
sit on the ottoman, and then she leaned
and crossed her dainty scarlet
slppered feet He was a fair
ly steady minded chap, but he did
hear a faint tinkle. A muffied sound of
a silver bell, a tiny charming silvery Jingle
that gave him palpitation of the heart. He
went on stirring his tea and did not once
look at the scarlet toe, now tilted a little
not so very far from him No, there was
no little bell at its rosette. besides the
sound ne had heard was mufiied. She
stirred comfortably. among the eastern
cushion, whereat IT'S mufi1edv was his
thought, and he felt his cheeks get red.
He had heard about-he began to get
vertigo, so he stopped thinking where the
bell might be. He went on talking in
diligently he hoped, but he wondered II
she really thought that no one but him
self would come, and -. She leaned for
ward to put down her cup, and while a
faint clash of silvery tones rustled on the
air she asked him if she might fill his cup.
He felt his cup was full to overlooking as
it was, and he almost said so. If only
the tinkle were little clearer, he might
guess its location impious thought! or II
it were still more muffied he might doubt
his Imagination, but what loss that
would be! He wondered If it were hung
at the knee or on the under side, and he
got so tangled up in his mind that he
suffered. OF a sudden she looked thought
full.
cal tones, do you hear anything?" He
didn't dare say he did, he couldn't say
he didn't, so he stammered, grew pale,
and then got stripy pink from his heels
bp. "A bell?" she persisted. He knew
not what was coming next, nor what ne
should say, but he gasped that he had
thought, nay, h-h-hoped he had. She lift
ed her finger, and moved that scarlet toe
of hers the least little bit. There" she
said, as a faint, fairy clash sounded.
''Where?' cried he, grown bold in one
moment of reckless intoxication. Then
he fell upon his knees and told her that
he loved her, that he always had loved
her, that the silver bell that had just
sounded must ring him to the seventh
heaven of his hopes, or else be his death
knell. Speak he shouted, "and put me
out Of my misery
1t took quite a time TO get matters set
tied, the day fixed, and other details ar
ranged and at last she murmured; When
did you know you loved ne?' and he made
answer. TT was that bell, darling: how
could your" Il don't see what Fido had
TO do with it," she pouted. Poor F'ido,
we are forgetting him all this time" She
leaned down and snapped her fingers I'M
der the edge of the couch. Come here,
you naughty. naughty little dog! You
know 90 mamma doesn't let 90 seep un-
der the sofa" and out she pulled little
drowsy bundle of curly fluff. collared with
blue ribbon, in the knot of which was
hung tiny silver bell. Do you know,
when he told his chum, Bobby Jackpot
about it, Bobby laughed and said: well,
you are baby!'
A thoroughly useful suggestion has been
Vouchsafed by a Partisan elegante to her
sisters who wear white or very light kid
gloves when making calls and wish to pro-
long their existence as long as may be. 1t
is to buy loosely knitted white wooden
gloves and wear them over the kid ones,
rapidly withdrawing them on reaching the
house. 1t is a valuable hint for women
who, In the course of an afternoons calls,
make two or three little trips by the rail-
road cars.
The Infanta Euialis, who, as every lady
knows, has perfect taste in matters OF
dress, excited the envy the other day of
great many Paris elegantes by the beauty
of the design end workmanship Of large
quantity of her silk stockings, which she
ordered for her use In the gay metropolis,
consisting of many dozens of plain and
fancy patterns, lace ribbon and embroid-
cry entering largely into their compost
I ton. Among the white silk stockings
were some worked with handsome clocks
in yellow floss silk, and tiny sprig all
over them, worked In the same shade; 9TH
ers with tiny pink roses and pale green
leaves embroidered IN the same way.
Some, again. had tiny punches Of blue for
get-me-nots. and a few were dotted all
over with daisies and violets, each pair
prettier than the other. There were plain
and open-worked colored stockings Of ev-
cry shade and hue, a wonderful scarlet
pair striped with narrow black lace inser-
ton, the stripes, diminishing I'm size to-
ward the ankle, being particularly strik-
ing. Another lilac pair were made with
bands of rich purple embroidery in cir
ces, and there were several pairs in blue
and pink delicately ribbed. There were