The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-24

below the panel, is upholstered with pink
damask hrocade. Such a bedstead is val
ued at $1,000. The bedsteads are not
merely show pieces, but find purchasers.
Wholesale millinery establishments are
exhibiting new shapes and colors in straw
hats. Gorgeous is the only word which
will describe them. There are bright
greens, blues, puppies, and the most vivid
scarlets, and the color with which New
York became familiar as cerse.
Perfectly absurd!' said mamma, break
ing the silence suddenly.
''Mamma!' exclaimed Felicia in tones Of
amazement.
Felicia, says the New York Times, had
been working at her golf stocking with an
asiduity which gave promise either of its
completion at an early date or that there
would be much raveling for some one to
do.
She was so entirely absorbed in her work
that only something of very unusual ma
ture could have aroused her.
why, mamma she said again, draw
ing a long breath, while the intent look
came back to her face as she laboriously
picked up a stitch that had dropped in her
excitement.
One might well drop two stitches at
hearing ones mamma-one's clever NAM
ma, who can say so much with her eyes
and few little soft words speaking al
most with excitement.
sit is absurd" mamma was saying again
in her soft, round, well-modulated, culti-
waited tones, and apparently without MOTTO
ing Felicia, that any one should think
of marrying a man for what he knows.
If there is one thing a woman does not
need it is a clever husband.
orc oil mo nd W
men to be found outside ones home when
one is in the mood for talking Herbert
Spencer Browning. or Volapuk.
zone might as well think of marrying a
minister because one is interested in the
ology and enjoys a sermon, as to thiAk of
marrying a man because he has deep
thoughts upon any other interesting sub
ject. Sermons and deep thoughts are not
interesting at breakfast. luncheon, or din
ner"
Mamma" said Felicia, would you
mind picking up this stitch for me? I
can't seem to find it. No. never mind;
thank you, 1 was picking up another
thread"
This is not subject which will con-
Germ you for long time Felicia. You
are only eighteen. and you need not marry
before you are thirty
Mammal" said Felicia, and there was
a little note of pathos in her voice.
"a man with special talent" continued
mamma, lis, to say the least, an unmiti-
gated bore as a husband. 1t is the old
story of two is a company and three is a
crowd The wife is the crowd, or a mere
useful supernumerary. She may talk
proudly of My husband and His Talent,
all in capital letters, but she knows that
her husband and his talent are always at
home and abroad together, and she is left
alone"
EValicia had drained her work and WAS
sitting with clasped hands, wide-open eyes,
and an expression of intense interest on
her face. Even the deep dimple in her
cheek seemed transfixed.
IF a man is a gentleman-an honest
gentleman-those words mean great deal
he will be good husband. An athlete,
with good manners, my Felicia, Will be a
better husband than bookworm who is
not an athlete.
What woman, though, ever married a
man because he would be good husband?
She thinks she is in love. Is it all fate
or is it chance? But, Felicia"
/ Don't stop. oh, mamma, don't stop.
You are so pretty. Your eyes shine and
your cheeks are as pink, as pink-you
must have been talking of something very
interesting"
She looked thoroughly worn and tagged
out, says the New Orleans Picayune. and
as she stopped for cup of hot chocolate,
she confided to the woman in the green
hat that she had been out looking for a
cook
'The servant question is still the burn
| ing question of the day." she said weari-
| ly. Compared to it the great problem
| of woman's advancement sinks into insiS-
| nihcance."
at ceases to exist" returned her friend.
| ut is impossible for us to advance until
we can find some one TO stay at home and
cook dinner, and look after the baby,
| while we are progressing. We have to be
| emancipated from housework before we
know we need the ballot, and 1t only after
we are done wrestling with the mysteries
! of self-rising yeast that we rise to the in
terest of Browning and other mysteries"
That's true" agreed the other woman.
"The modern woman has done a lot of
wonderful things along the line of mems
occupation and endeavor, but we haven't
| improved matters in our own peculiar line
much. We have discovered new comets,
but we haven't found a way to keep a
cook We can preside over great conven-
lions, and rule them with parliamentary
law, but we can't keep the peace between
| the upstairs girl and the dining-room
waitress. We have made fortunes In
business, but we don't dare make the
clothes the washlady brought In tally with
the list we made OUT
"There are all sorts of theories" begun
the woman in the green hat.
'Theories and a cookl Bahw returned
the other. "They have nothing to dc
with each other. I've tried them all.
i've tried calling my servants help in
stead of servants. / tried the theory
about identifying the kltchn and making
It attractive l hand-painted the tea ket-
tie and tied pink bows on the baking pans
II was no good. The cook left just the
same There was never any use In put
ting the beautiful theory about sympathy
into operation. was always the drudge
waiting on and apologizing to the cook
for troubling her to prepare the meals. II
there was any sympathy going I was the
one who should have had II. ] should
have appreciated word now and Their
from the cook, II only to show she felt foi
my forlorn condition. You can't tie q
cook to a theory"
II know" replied her friend. "they
leave because YOU keep too early hours