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

| in that way?' was the scornful answer.
II would be lucky If 1 collected 800 and
| that, moreover would be at the expense
of numerous rebuffs and humiliations. AS
it is, I have not tickets enough to supply
the demand to see my show, and l shall
easily make 500 or $780,"
This is a sad commentary upon the
worlds philanthrophy, but it is in meas
ure true.
A debutante, says the Chicago Times
Herald, who has since become very popu-
lar, graphically recounted TO me what she
called the sad story of her life. 1t was the
account Of her first big dinner party. She
described herself as plain, shy and awk-
ward, and though she certainly is not
plain, when you have read this you will
agree with her that she was at least the
second of the other two disqualitications
In the dressing room the women nodded
at her with their diamond-crowned heads,
praised her gown and laughed at her shy
ness Then they proceeded TO forget all
about her, and she stood before her host
ess alone and defenseless. her knees do
ing constant dance. and her face rigid
with fright. An elderly friend of her
fathers caught her wildly appealing eye
and good naturedly' came TO calm her
fears She turned gratefully toward him,
caught her foot in sonnet hing and heard
an ominous rendng sound. The tulle ruff
was trailing on the floor, with the maiden's
guilty foot still upon it. Clouds had dark
ened her sun. 1t did not seem cruel that
she should have begun her career by tear
Ing the gown of a woman who entertained
continually, and who, OF course, would
never invite her now! The young woman
went out 10 dinner on a middle-aged arm,
wishing she We're going to a funeral in
stead. Her mother had impressed it upon
her that she must be animated and scin-
tillating. She began to chatter, growing
idiotically dramatic and suddenly-crash!
over went her claret glass breaking into
a million bits, and sending a flood of GRIM
son over the table cloth.
on earth, sink The other was bad
enough, but this A table cloth ruined a
venetian goblet in siVers, Never again
would she put her nose outside her own
door. Never again would she be animated
But all is not told! After dinner. out of
sight of the awful table cloth and the torn
frill, she managed to pick a few of her
spirits out of the dust where they had fall
en- and was beginning to enjoy herself over
a political discussion, airing her father S.
views with great bravado. She was ex-
tolling the paternal candidate for a city
election, and running down another, ask
ing her companion the question she had
heard her father put to men on the other
side of the argument
Gould you trust the welfare of the city
to man with such shifty eyes, and weak
mouth and chin?"
We'll" he replied, you see he is my
brother-in-law."
That was too much. She arose hurrledly
stumbled over fifteen or sixteen feet on
her way to the hostess, and, mumbling
that she had to go home early rushed up
to the dressing room TO weep. Miss
Jones carriage has not yet arrived" And
there she remained, hearing shrieks of
laughter from the convulsed guests below
Was she a public laughing-stock-an this
her first night out? One by one the happy
or even serenly bored people who hadn't
done anything awful come for their wraps
and departed. She departed at last with
her first lesson learned.
Curious, says the Chicago Chronicle, are
the methods some youths employ to win
the hearts of the girls. Two weeks ago
two young men in a village near Brooklyn
contested for the affections of a girl in
shooting tournament. The favorite lover
won and married the girl last week
two young men residing in New York de-
cided to settle by dancing the question as
to who should have the girl each had set
his heart on. Both loved the girl dearly,
and the girl loved both. Each started out
with a fair show of winning, and with
the girl he loved looking approvingly on.
The young people who figured in this ro-
nance were Matthew Silvermau, Jacob
Bothwos and Miss Annie Kolin. There
was another lover in the race, but of him
little need be said. He found he was not
"in the running with the others, so he
went into the barroom and remained there
drowning his anger. Between Matthew
Silverman and Jacob Bothwos the lovely
Miss Annie found it hard to choose. Both
danced well, both are good looking had
either been away she would have been
perfectly happy with tother.
Finally she seemed to show a preference
for young SDverman. But Bothwos. who
lives at SIS Miller avenue exerted all his
destinations. The girl wavered again. The
young men, angry with her, furious with
each other left her and went in search
for one another, breathing direst threats.
Friends interfered, kept them apart The
rival suitors dared each other to every
test of valor. Finally some one, more
peaceful exclaimed:
"Why not dance? The one who dances
longer can have Miss Annie for his part
ner, if she will, for life"
The proposition was instantly accepted.
It was decided the contest be held at the
ball to be given by the Young Mems He
brew Association. Hundreds were there
to witness the unique contest, as news of
it had somehow leaked out.
After a few. preliminary dances had been
| announced the contest would begin. The
orchestra struck up waltz Matthew and
Jacob took as partners girls who were
lightest of foot and strongest of lung. Miss
Annie most beautiful of prizes, watched
her soul in her eyes, while her suitors
| danced, glaring at each other over their
! partners shoulders. The orchestra played
! on Inspired by their love, the rivals
danced untinngly until Jacob was forced
TO lead his partner, half swooning, to a
seat He chose another. Matthew took
| relays OF partners too.
The exhausted orchestra begged for
mercy, the leaders arm fell powerless, but
! Matthew and Jacob danced on. The mu-
sicians played waltz after waltz, played all
they knew and played them over again.
! AS last resort the willy leader ordered
them to play the Blue Danube" Mat
thew Silverman slipped from his partners
arms and fell fainting. Jacob Bothwos
| staggered to the lovely Miss Annie.
! You are mine" he exclaimed as soon
| as he got his breath, but he little knew
the heart of the women. Annie, enucing
as Rachel Laban's daughter, ran 20 Mat
thew, kneeled by him, raised his head and
kissed him. Very soon there will be a
wedding in Brownsville, where Miss Ko-
| lin lives. Under the canopy Miss Annie