The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-12-11

touched with reluctant finger-tips But
how they glow and palpitate with the light
and hopes of other days to the owner!
How they recall this or that well nigh
forgotten incident and start many an
echo in the haunted chambers of the heartl
The bitterness of that family fued, the
struggle and contest of youthful ambi-
ton, the sweetness or the disa ppointment
brought by loves young dream; the I'M
availing sorrow that wept deaths reient-
less stroke the gladness, the honor the
beauty and pride that chequered the years
all crowd upon us almost as fresh and
as poignant as when their faded ink was
bright upon the pages which were torn
Even the correspondence of a few years
accumulation can hardly fail TO sug-
gest something of a pathetic nature, and
serve as a sort of commentary upon the
present. Some people viii tell you they
make ii a point to destroy all their let
ters, lest they may one day fall into wrong
hands, or that they shrink from the idea
that sudden death might reveal the most
private and sacred concerns TO the care
less stranger. But in spite of this, or the
fact that their letters are frequently de-
stroyed because of the room they take
up. or to prevent the bother of carrying
them from place to place, there is at least
one particular sort of letter that is as
carefully hoated as the misers gold, and
esteemed as much more precious What
woman would wilfully destroy her love
letters? / say woman, because man for
gets, it Is woman who remembers" And
though a man values happiness and affec-
ton he has not the same clinging regard
for trhes, the same acute memory for lit
he details belonging TO the days of young
romance. as woman. But those tender
breathing epistles in strong. bold, mascu-
line handwriting are dear alike to the sun
ny-hared maiden or the gray-haired wife.
To The former they are messengers OF hope
and happy thoughts, bridging the intervals
Of her lovers absence. or, perchance,
should there come estrangement and fare
well. the old love letters, tied with a bit
Of blue ribbon, viii be laid aside like a
secret treasure, and now and then, as
Young mother brings out the tiny gar
mems Of her dead infant TO fondie and
weep over. she will unlock the drawer and
bring out the little packet, the tangible
proof of "the might-have-been," and live
the past again, realizing, even though she
may rebel that love left her:
"Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never 10 have loved at all"
And 20 the gray-haired wife, when the
long years OF care have worn away the
first delicate blossom Of loves sweet OBJ
servances," the Old love letters win be like
a Spicy garden, from WilCnce DlOWS q EWtel
fragrance across the dropping energies Of
her soul to cheer and to revive. Poor,
crumpled torn. faded paper-most worth
less. yet most precious. What unutterable
memories finger round womans love let
tiers!
There is q deal of pother just now over
the ever-liyely question of proper cor
set. Two seasons ago French dressmak-
ers fatty refused 10 fit any customer
save over a corset that was short low
at the bust, high on the hip, and boast
ing only three hooks in front. 1t is
well-known fact that as the body Is cor
seted, so will it grow, but having intro
duced the princess and polonaise the fiat
has gone forth against the short corset
and a deal Of suffering for the martyred
feminine figure Is entailed by the present
demand that nothing but long corsets are
~ for use.
The short corset has been always a
gay ana very frou-frou article. garnished
a. top and bottom with frills OF lace.
ch0ux OF ribbon and laced with wide rib
hons. The new corset gives one "a shud-
derlng suggestion Of a straight-jacket. It
~ wholly unornamonted. hercey boned,
very long on hip and abdomen. high al
ne back. and laced With fiat. narrow linen