The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-27

a practicing physician" said the doctor.
Perhaps she didn't jilt you because
your income is small" suggested the girl
with the turned-up nose, roguishly. you
know it's barely possible that she might
have really loved the other man"
The bachelor blushed uncomfortably.
what do you think about all this?''
said the other girl, turning to the other
bachelor, who had not spoken a word
DO you think we women are calculating
in our marriages?"
1t was his turn to color but he put on
a bold front and answered: 81 haven't
been thinking about it at all, Dorothy.
I was thinking how pretty your little foot
and ankle are in that slipper, and what
an intellectual expression there is about
il when you make those glorious gyrations
with it,"
This confession broke up the conversa-
ton.
Sleep Wen, Brave Heart
Sleep well, brave heart! Beloved of Christ
and crowned
God gives thee sleep.
The wide worlds love enwraps thy SUM
Der round,
God gives thee sleep.
His angels SMILE His stricken children
weep,
Yet smiles nor tears shall break thy
blessed sleep.
o wondrous facet whose solemn, mystic
grace
Till grief in ell this aforementioned
place
No more finds room.
Show us, dear Lord, what sight breaks
on her eyesl
Let us TOO, hear the voice that bids her
rise.
Chide not our tears, so weak we are and
blind,
For she would share
Her gladness with us who are left behind,
Heed Thou our prayer.
Not yet? Not yet? The vision tarrieth
still?
Then grant u.s. Lord, with her. to l&e
Thy will.
To work Thy will, to follow where she
trod,
without one fear
To drink her cup, to climb the nights OF
God,
knowing her near,
To make her joy more joyful by oui
SO may we share. cen here. her glorious
life.
So shall our homes, our land in shame SC
long,
Be cleansed from wrong;
So shall our hearts that break through
love he strong;
So shall the throng
| OF suffering souls still through thy life
be blessed.
/ Thy work rests not brave heart. Take
thou thy rest.
IN. Y. Tribune.
Eyes, I have everything I want" sigh
| ed Mrs. Midas, looking at her reflection
in the mirror. Very becoming were thu
costly furs, the exquisite hat and tn,
French gown, and, as one footman car
| ried down her wraps to her victoria anC
another stood waiting to receive her com
mands, she felt that she had, on th'
whole, done well for herself, and that he
lines were laid In pleasant places, indeed
'It would have been absolute madness
to have married Tom" she soliloquize,
as the man took his place by the coach
man and her perfectly appointed equipag
on it's rubber tires sped up the avenue
! what a struggle it would have been
| Fancy living in a tiny fiat with one mai,
and slSimping and saving and goinl
| without decent clothesi We should boil
have been wretched in a year! Mr
Midas is very kind and I really Xix
him, only-it Is little duh. l do no
enjoy anything much nowadays one din
ner is like another dinner, and one bal
is like every other one and I get tire
to death of driving in the park or making
visits What fun it used to be in the oil
days, when Tom had a holiday and W
used to go off on a spreel Nothing expen
sive. Sometimes it would be a ferryboat
sometimes a hanson, or a ride into tn
country on our bicycles; but 1t was delc
ious! / wish l could do things now lilS
that Only, Mr.. Midas couldn't ride
wheel and I shouldn't wish him TO. poo
dear; and 1t would be ridiculous for us. O
course, to go off on such expeditions"
Just then her carriage entered the parl
says the New York Tribune, and side b
side with the more pretentous vehicl
wheeled "a bicycle built for two" guide
by a manly looking young fellow with
pretty girl in front. Their traps shove
they We're bound for a long expedition
and both looked as pleased as possible
Mrs. Midas touched her bell
You can go home, Thomas" she sal
to the footman, who sprang from his sea
at his mistress signal. Tell James hav
changed my mind. I will not drive in tn
park to-day" And when she reached he
palatial mansion the beautiful woman G
fashion locked the door of her bedroom
and burst into tears.
How happy they seemedr' she sobbe(
And how I envied them! How lonely
felt to be out of all that glad old III,
stuck up there in my carriage like a dol
Oh, Tom, Tom! What have done; wha
have l done!'