The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-20

With this large silk pads are filled. one
being placed at the bottom of each jar in
the chiffouier. Little silk sachet bags are
filed with it and sewn in the sleeves OF
each frock, and even in the bottom of the
skirt At the shoulder of each chemise
there is put silk sachet, attached to rib
bons and daintily tied to the shoulder.
These are embroidered with Initials in
white. For the bath, little cakes of sweet
ness, that effervesce and dissolve when
thrown into the water, imparting a deli
cate fragrance almost impercepuble, al
though lasting, should be used. A simple
bath powder may be made by mixing vio-
let with orris and keeping 1t in a large
cut glass bowl with an immense powder
puff put temptingly on top.
Here il is" said the woman land
give it to you for what 1t is worth. l
consider it an original discovery myself,
but 1 am willing to make 1t known for
the good of the world You know l have
surfeited myself on bananas this past
summer just for the sake of my tan shoes.
I don't like bananas, and bananas don't
like me, but l have eaten them by the
quantity because l had to eat the fruit
to save 1t every time l wanted a skin with
which to clean shoes. had never found
anything that was equal 20 them. Tan
shoes will get dirty, and very dirty. If
you have them polished the man simply
polishes over the dirt, and l don't like
that varnish-like shine. anyway. But
take a banana, there is just enough moist
ure on the inside of the skin, and then
rubbing over with flannel, the dirt
comes off beautifully, and the clean part
of your flannel gives the shoes what
servant 1 had once used to say of the
silver, "the polish of newness," just
soft shine that is very satisfactory.
THAT was all very well, but il was
great nuisance, because, we had to get
bananas half a dozen at a time and they
would not keep indefinitely, and 1 grew
tired of them. But the<other morning 1
had to clean those shoes before l went
out, there was no one to go for bananas,
and the paste 1 bought at the shop, war
ranted to clean gloves or shoes, was dry
and hard, and seemed more certain of
putting holes in the shoes with my hard
rubbing than anything else. I was dis
couraged. Bridget l said finally bring
me some milk That put another face
on the situation. The dirt came off as If
by magic, il was much easier and clean
err than the banana skin, and when
rubbed the leather over with the clean
flannel 1 had exactly the same result. 1t
took no time at all, and one does always
have milk in the house. You see if don't
cheaper than PASTE"
Eyes, the milk is very good" said the
second woman II have tried it. but
put little Bit of common soap with mine,
rubbed the flannel on the soap after ii
was moistened, with the milk, and / found
1t very good"
Eyes, but what can you have better than
perfection?" queried the first woman.
THE milk was absolutely satisfactory
he ba rHa
the leather. One pair of shoes I had I
used simply to dampen a cloth slightly
with warm water and clean them, and
they lived to a beautiful and honored old
age, but a shoe man told me afterwards
that the leather must have had great
deal of oil in il or / should have ruined
the shoes. You see, rich milk has sufn-
cient oilness to do the leather good"
They met In the West one summer. Con-
ditions were favorable, says the Philadel-
phia Times, and they saw a deal of each
other. The unconventionalities of travel
brought them very near together, and pro-
pinquity did the usual thing, and both
were well worth loving. When they part
ed no vows had been exchanged, but they
| understood each other and felt that the
vows would come naturally. They said
goodbye unsuspectingly, trustfully, with
promises to write and exchange photo
graphs. That was all; but it was enough
to build two lives on.
She went her way, he went HIS. One,
two, three four years passed. Many years
after they met, quite by chance, as we
say, in a distant city She had kept up
with his life, with his work in the world
with the growth of his family. She had
done this, being a woman. He knew moth
ing of her, but the meeting was very dear
to both. They met as old friends meet
and talked Of old days as friends talk
At last, when he was leaving, she, being
the drawer, said to him:
Our lives are settled now-you are hap
by in your family, I am happy in my
work The past can mean very little to
either of US, so will you mind telling me
why you never wrote; why you never sent
your photograph"
He looked into her eyes a long time with
out speaking; then he said:
"Will you mind telling me why you never
sent yours?"
IT did send it," she said.
"And sent mine, and a letter"
II never got them" she said.
"Nor / yours" He paused a moment
you know l loved you
And I you" she said gently. Good
bye"
Goodbye"
And in that moment was almost the
wrong Of fate righted.