The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-08-08

woods where there is no end Of bright peo-
pie. | am enjoying myself by looking on
and listening. IL does people like you and
me. who are only average, lot of good
once in a while to get among people who
are decidedly above the average and who
permit you to enjoy their wit and wis
dom without appearing to condescend.
When women, or men either, for that
matter. condescend to make you appre-
ciate them. you can make up your mind
that whatever wit or wisdom they have
Is decidedly on the surface. But the real
people the people who have hearts and
brains are worth getting in touch with.
Being with them is like getting close to
the heart of nature. It's good for all
of
A couple Of nights ago I sat watching
the sun set and listening to four women
They we're all writer's, and what they said
may convince the lady who is failure IN
dressmaking and housekeeping that all Is
not gold that glitters in the way OF jour
nalism. They were going over expert
ences. Each of them was telling about
the hardest work she had ever had TO do.
one Of them. a bright western woman
said:
1.-TWO years ago my husband lost his po-
stion lie is, as you know, a very dell
cate man, and the railroad company that
invited him to send in his resignation
knew when they did this that his chance
for getting another situation was very
doubtful. As he entered the door one
,sfff |
consoled him as well as / could, made him
feel that things we're not as bad as they
looked and was trying to keep from cry
ing when we heard the postman whistle.
To create diversion asked my husband
to get the evening mail from the letter box
.1'he first letter / opened told me That
nv services were no longer required on
paDer which had paid me the largest part
of my incmoe. Understand. they dldn op-
iect TO my work IL was only that during
the summer months they had concluded
to close up that department. FOR a min
ute thought / should faint, but ! didn't.
l laughed, tore up that letter, mace some
light remark and never limited az us CON
tents The next .etter had been mlsdl-
rected and it had been chasing me all
round the city. 1t was a request from
an editor that I would write him detec-
tive story. He said he knew could 40 II,
and he must have it within week. That
was all right, but l happened to glance at
the date, and | saw the week was up the
next day The situation was not cheer-
full one-husband without position ana
s3O a week right out of my pocket for l
didn't known how long. l never knew
how wrote that story and | don think
anvbodv ever realized why l maze the
villain an editor. l worked all hlght oVsr
II, and when the morning came ! SEM II
down to the people who had asked Tor H.
orhe days were pretty gloomy after
that but the detective story caught on
those people employed me regularly, and
the other newspaper re-engaged me IN
the fan. what's that somebody saldF
You would not have gone to themF On
yes. you would when IL meant 80 week
and YOU had an invalid husband. / tell
YOU none Of us knows what we Will DO
until the time comes. But ] shall never
forget the long, long night that l sat
writing that story. / couldn't think OF
the story itself / could only think OF
my trouble, and, though am the hrst~to
laugh about superstition, ] give you my
word that / shall always believe that that
story was written for me by some angel
that il was simply my hand that held the
pen, aud hers that told II what 10 say
The tail, fair woman said: MY writ
ing DAYS are an sad ones. Yet people tel
me and / am happy In knowing that the
children all over the country laugh al my
merry verses and are delighted with the
fairy tales 1 write for them. My brain
will spin out fairy tales with happy end
ings funny rhymes that are laughably
foolish, and yet IL Is only when / am
among those who love me that ever
laugh. You all know what | do the work
for"
And we all do. We know that away Off
in a penitentiary-just think Of it!-ls a
young man who In "a foolish, silly quar-
rel about a bad woman struck his friend
and struck him almost unto death. who
was sentenced 10 stay where he Us for
twenty years, who viii be an old man
when he comes out for prison life doesn't
keep men young. but this one woman writ
ing her merry stories. Is working and saw
Ing that she may have money enough
when her brother comes out into the world
for them 20 go 10 a new place, and among
new people, whore his past can never be
thrown up TO him, and where together
their last days may be spent In peace and
contentment.
MY hardest hour?" said a small wo-
man whose work on newspaper and mag
azine is known far ana wide. I'm tell
you about q. My husband was dying.
lie was y years old, and was 10, and We
were strangers In strange land. Because
we were 30 poor / had been doing some
odd sketches here and there for the news
papers, for gcutlefolk don't beg: they
work There, beside the bedside OF my
husband. expecting every hour would be
his last. messenger came from an office
down town with a request that ] would
write them a funny article OF about
thousand words al once ! looked al my
husband. ana then, God help me, 4 looked
at my purse, aud / concluded ! had 30
write that article So while the boy wait
"a held my dying ioyeH hand with my
left one and wrote with my right ana
wrote "a funny article. was about an
hour ana u half doing ~. and when ]
think OF 10 now ! see those two dark
brown eyes looking az me- in an lnquirnE
way. ! see tho messenger waiting with
nn eNproHaiOu that was half curiosity, h9lf
aympathY. on hn face. ana 1 see myself.
with tears rolling down my checks. work.
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