The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-09

is fun and reeking over with tragedy.
Here a great Empress is killed; in another
place an unknown boy falls by the colors
that he was so proud to protect; then way
off in some lonely corner bitter, cynical
man bids goodby TO the world, for he has
found nothing sweet in it, while among a
party of gay companions a handsome wo-
man surprises them all by the shot of
pistol because there have been too much
rfe. too much love and too much SO call
ed happiness in her career.
Did you ever sit down and think out
the terrible life of the Hapsburgs? What
a doomed family they seem? From the
days of Marie Antoinette, who walked so
proudly to the guilotine, there seems to
have been nothing bu- unhappiness and
sorrow. The fair haired Marie Antoinette
saw her son and heir beaten, starved
and ill treated by rough jailer till the
tears no longer flowed down her face
She could no longer weep, and when tears
are taken from woman surely her last
refuge is gone.
The dark haired Elizabeth, she also OF
the house of the Hapsburgs'
saw very young son Kill
himself simply because the morbid
line of heredity was stronger than he
could bear. And yet he was only Is years
Old! Justly he feared the future. Then
girl of II was murdered, a pretty, dainty
rosebud to whom even life was envied.
Afterward there was that most awful
death, the death of the son and heir the
death of the gay and 10y ous Rudolph,
who, seeming like his brother, to look into
the future, murdered the woman he loved
and then killed himself This was at the
supper table. the gay, festive board where
each was drinking the health of the other
and from which some one had TO carry the
news to that lonely mother She had
grown lonely by this time. Gradually her
children had been taken from her by the
dagger or the pistol, and she wandered
over the face of the earth, hnding no
place to rest. Always the word murder
seemed to hang, like the sword OF Dano-
Giles, over her head.
Last wear the greedy flames found her
beautiful sister, the Duchesse d Alencon,
one who was eager to help the poor, ana
beautiful in her desire to offer bread 10
those who lacked it. She was caught by
the whirling, pitiless wind of fire that III
taking away her sweet breath was even
unbeautiful.
So they all went and Nine. la Duchesse,
as the Empress preferred TO be called
since she could hide herself under that
name, sought refuge in England ana Ire
land. She was followed here, there and
everywhere by the friends who loved her
best and who spoke words of consolation,
as well as by those dumb friends that,
when she was told that she must no longer
ride since some bitter bastard might take
her life from Ger, would come to her and
eat humps of sugar from the dainty hand
that never hurt, but always did good one
who saw it said that there was never a
more beautiful picture than That of the
Empress of Austria, surrounded by her
favorite pets each gently pushing the
other in its eagerness to get nearest 10
her or to gain from her the bits of sugar
thai were held out and she, Lake child,
expecting the loving looks as thanks in re
turn.
And now she has gone away. The great
cathedral bells toll the masses for the
dead, and those to whom she has been
friend raise their hats and honor her by
that great silence only given to the dead.
Here she lies magnificent in death, ana
yet in death she and you and 1 are all
equal To her, to you and to me there
can only be said EAU revoir," because of
that certainty that we will meet again.
Think of the going home Think of the
Empress, and then think of the soldier
boy! There is no great difference.
Do you remember going home after a
pleasant party? The day over, you reach
| the time to say laughing 'Good-by"
Do you remember the time when
pleasant group, after studying the mag
niflcent colors used by the great Master
to achieve the wonders of the world, ut
tered the somewhat aWed "Good-by."
And vet there come into every day life
-st1 bat q < a
they all lead 40 the going home. Just to-
day there is a young and pretty girl in
one of the rough, everyday cars that hy
over the great mountains carrying home
hundreds of soldier boys, some dead, some
wounded, and some so happy because they
are going home. There is an accident.
The whole train Is delayed for four hours.
A young boy goes through the car begging,
not for money, not for whisky, but for
uuinine the health-giying bark that will
bring strength as he explains, TO that
other fellow that I am taking home to his
mother" When there is an opportunity
my pretty girl takes her duinine to the
dusty wounded soldier boy and finds him
gasping signing. worn out and almost
dead The quinine is quickly given, and
then with the dantiest of genJlewoman
a fine handkerchief is dipped in a cup of
water and the soldiers face is fresh
eped up, while his hair is made to look q
little more like that of a human being.
There they stand, the pretty maiden and
the boy, for he is only that, who a few
months ago started out to fight for his
country Like you and like me, he had an
opinion and he announced it.
you see, miss, until l really and truly
got to know all about ii l didn't dream as
how this here war was what war really
and rightly is. But. my God, the first man
l klled-why, l felt as if God and his an
gels and the devil and all his imps was
saying: Tim, what right have you to take
an eternal soul when you can't give one?
Who gave you the right OF kill when you
can't create? And now miss. there amt
no more war for me. 1t amt that I'm a
coward-Id like to see the man that SAYS
so-but l believe in what they can by that
there long word-yes-noit isn't procession
you've got il: its arbitration. And, as
I understand it, It's the coming together
of the best and the wisest men from the
different countries and letting them decide
how things ought to be managed and how
it is best for this part of the country to