The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-08-14


In a large village store, says Mollie c.
Finegan in the Louisville Courier-Journa1,
roll Of white silk happened 10 be placed
on the counter beside cheap calico The
silk, much offended. said:
Tine idea Of placing me beside that low
article. I won't bear it, you horrid thingi"
just as though The unoffendms calico was
60 blame. For a moment the calico was
ASHAMED ,of her low position, then better
thoughts came, ana she said to herself:
81 am moi to blame for being what
am, and ! mean 20 do the best ] can"
Just then q carriage stopped at the door
and lady and q little girl a'ghted. They
went Ia and asked the shop keeper to
show them some white silk He showed
them the piece on the counter, saying:
This is the best I have"
81 don't want that old silk mother"
said the child. Il want something bet
ter"
we have no time to get anything bet
ter answered the mother you must
bee couteuded with this" ana she told the
clerk to cut off the needed amount. gave
him the address ana told him 10 send il
directly.
As they hurried out a shabby looking
lady came IN with a little girl. When the
CHILD saw the calico she cried:
"Oh, mother, how pretty that is! I'd Ike
ia for my dress"
mother, IF It isn't too dear"
II was not too 0e9r. 50 the mother told
the clerk TO give her five yards.
Mother may / carry the bundle?"
whispered The child when the parcel was
ready aud, as her mother smilingly con
scented they went. Sue hugging her cher
ished bundle tightly.
How brightly the lights twinked next
evening in the Russells' big mansion, and
how brightly shone little Sues eyes, as
arrayed in her new calico. she stood in
the dressing room ready to help the
guests Many guests came and among
them little girl in white silk She look
ed very disconnected ana Sue wondered
why. If She had asked her calico dress
she might have known and had she list
ened she might have heard the thankful
whisper among the folds:
How glad l am that l. only a simple
calico, can make people happy and do my
little share in the work Of this great
worldH'
Where is this New Woman. this epicine
creature, this Gorgon set up by the enarly
VINO impute to her the faults Of both sexes
while denying her the charm of either
where is she to be found, if she exists at
all? For my part says Sarah Grand. In
the Cleveland Plain Dealer unity [ make
her acquaintance ] shah believe her 10 be
the newspapers have yet produced
saw lady the other day standing he
side bicycle in a country lane. She was
a young creature, slender. elegant. admir-
ably built. her figure set off to the best ad-
vantage by the new cycling costume. being
evidently undeformed by compression of
any kind. judging by what the papers
say of the effect of this costume on the fe-
mae character, I really should have been
afraid to accost her. However, she spoke
TO me very courteously asking her way.
which she mad lost. | directed her. and
then she prepared to mount
"Oh! wait one moment" I exclaimed,
emboldened by the charm of her manner.
DO pardon me for asking, but are you
the New Woman?"
I'm sure I don't know" she answered
laughing. Il only know that I enjoy every
hour of my life, and that is new thing
for woman But pray excuse me. am
hurryiug home to put my baby to bed and
get my husbands tea"
She whirled away leaving me at first
under the impression that. OF course, she
could not be the New Woman. On second
thought, however, l felt pretty sure that
she was-the New Woman and the Old,
too-new in the perfection of her physique,
old In her home-loving procIiVites;
stronger, better, more beautiful creature
than the blockhead majority can conceive.
You may know her for certain by her man
ners for she is always gentle and serene.
1t is the Old Woman who shrieks Her
most prominent characteristic is disloyalty
to her own sex. She heaps abuse upon the
New Woman, whom she does not know;
but the New Woman bears her no ill-Win
for her attacks, which are fine samples of
what ought not to be, and help notably to
point her own moral
The New York Times tells this love sto-
ry The heroine of the tale, who was
young some twenty or more years ago
was the daughter of a wealthy man who
desired her. in true story-book fashion, to
make a brilliant marriage. The daughter
equally in story-book fashion, had given
her heart to poor but worthy young
man, aud the father refused to give his
consent to their union. The daughter
would not marry the man against her
fathers will, but promised her lover that
at least she would marry no one else.
Time passed, and at intervals the young
man renewed his suit, but always receiv-
ed the same answer; the girl loved him
but she would not marry without her
fathers consent and leave him alone.
In the meantime the man had gone to
Canada and made money. He was SIN
faithful to his old love, and after acquir-
ing a comfortable fortune he returned yet
again 10 urge his lady love TO so back
with him, but without avail Finally
there came last appeal He wrote that
he was growing old; he felt that he need
ed a home. He declared his love again,
but said that If his old sweetheart would
not marry him now he must marry an
other woman. Again ne was refused, and
this time he married
By correspondence the wife and the old
love were made acquainted, and became
on paper very good friends. Then the wo-
man in America felt desire to visit her
one-time lover and made the trip to Can
ada and was warmly welcomed. The
house was attractive, and everything
about it pleasant, but what was the sur
prise of the visitor to see, hanging In a
conspicuous place on the walls of one of
the principal rooms, her own portrait.
George has told me all about you -
said the WIFE, land that you We're his first
and only real love; but [ am guile willing
TO take what love he has left"
So the real love" finished her visit
with every evidence of enjoyment and de-
parted for home, but first magnanimously
insisted that her picture should be taken
away.