The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-11

receive a warm welcome after all the
trials they have endured so patiently. Ny
blsod has been boiling all along for the
iH-treatment our poor men have been re-
ceiving, the unknown heroes, and now il
is being 'riled' in an opposite direction by
the nonsense of these silly women"
Burdens
We all must bear them. Vain regret.
Loves longing for some dear lost face,
Which even sleep cannot forget,
Nor yet the coming years replace;
The disappointments all must know,
When hopes mirage proves but dream,
The finding Marah's waters flow
Where tempting wayside fountains
CLEAN.
We all must bear them. Some may smile,
And hide their burden in a song,
And others may be silent, while
They learn TO suffer and grow strong.
We find no balm in Gilead's vale,
No recompense for pain and loss
And oft our weary efforts fail
To lift the pressure of the cross.
We all must bear them Why despair?
The wine press is not trod alone;
The promise is that He will care,
As doth a father for his own,
Our burdens may become our wings,
For underneath His arms will be,
And through our signing sweetly rings,
Suhcient is my grace for thee"
-Myra Goodman Plantz.
In that delightful and American story
Silas Lapham, you remember says Doro-
thy Dix in, the New Orleans Picayune,
when he tells the reporter about how he
made his fortune out of the paint mine
that he discovered on his farm, he tells
about how his wife believed in it and
him, and worked, and saved, and encour-
aged him in the days when they were just
getting a start and the old millionaire
winds up his account by saying, land 1
guess it wasn't so much the 40 per cent.
or peroxide of iron in the paint that made
il go as it was the 40 per cent of peroxide
of iron in my wife" That is the kind of
woman who stands behind the door of
many a mans success. 1t isn't easy to
fai, it is almost impossible to give up,
when the woman a man loves is standing
right behind him, believing in him, back
ing him up with a courage that never
falters and that shames the weakness in
him. That kind eof woman can turn a
craven into a hero, and put a backbone
into jelly fish.
OF course, theoretically, we all ought
to be strong enough to stand alone. but
we are not. There are times when the
courage falters, and the heart grows
faint, and we need somebody to hold us
up to doing our duty. 1t is cruel kind
ness, then, to weaken us with sympathy
We don't need pity. We need a good,
strong brace, and the woman who is our
truest friend, whether she be wife, moth
er, sister or sweetheart, is the one who
takes us by the hand and forces us to
rally again under the flag we were
tempted to desert. And here's three
cheers and a tiger for the Mrs. Maroneys
of lifel
There is something almost absurd says
the New York Tribune, about introduce
tons, although they are doubtless a social
necessity.
Miss Brown, allow me to present Mr.
Smith; Miss Brown Mr.. Smith"
Miss Brown and Mr.. Smith smile in
perfunctory manner, and bow. Each
waits for the other to begin, and they
start off at once with:
rs this your first visit to Newport, Miss
BROWNE" or "Have you been long at
Newport, Mr.. Smith?''
Miss Brown giggles very nervously and
Mr.. Smith tries again.
Newport is rather full just now"
Eyes, il is" says Miss Brown. Mr..
Smith, still trying to start conversa-
ton
DO you battle much?'' Miss Brown, en-
deavoring to be funny.
Mr.. Smith accepts the situation and
laughs. "A pause occurs.
Mr.. Smith-"Shall I, meet you at the
Casino tonight" whereupon Miss Brown,
mindful of an addition to her partners,
brightens, and becomes animated.
"Oh, yes. viii you be THEREOF Mr..
Smith accepts the situation again.
eff 1 go"-(persuasively)-" you give
me a dancer"
II shall be delighted" says Miss Brown
and the acquaintance is made.
Sometimes intrOductOns reoliire copsid-
cradle presence of mind.
Il was never so taken aback in my lifer'
said shy, retiring woman, "as 1 was the
other day at Mrs As garden party I
happened to stop to speak to an acquain-
tance, who was with a large group Of peo-
pie, whereupon she introduced me to a
woman who was standing next to her. and
who suddenly, and without any warning
put up an ear trumpet, and, turning pre-
sented the opening to me. ITO rise to
such situation Immediately was beyond
me at the same time. could not be rude
to any one with an affection, so I shouted
through the trumpet, How do you do?'
Very weA," said the deaf person placidly
and then waited. l grew desperate
This is pretty sight, screamed,
meaning the garden party.
+" "A little louder, please, she begged.
Aunt, said her companion coming
to my rescue, let us go and get a sand
witch and some tea and, to my great JOY.
l was released"
Il had an experience in the way of an
introduction which was equally funny, all
though not so trying" said another mem
Der of the party. Il was introduced lately
to a man whom had not the least idea
was deaf, and didn't notice that he sud-
denly presented to me pen and pencil.
and made signs for me to write To put
down in black and white the platitudes
we usually give utterance to seemed Ut
terly absurd and yet what was 1 to do?
II bowed and wrote:
4" L am pleased to make your acquant
ance,' to which he responded with equal
politeness in like fashion, but never real
lied before how silly our conversational
phrases really are.