The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-06

Picayune, Lent may be described as q kind
of spiritual spring cleaning, when they
overhaul their consciences. as they do
their wardrobes, to see what needs re-
pair, and with pretty much the same gen
eral results. After a season of balls and
parties and pink teas and brushes. the
stoutest virtue is apt to show signs of
wear and tear about the edges; good quail
tiles that We fiattered ourselves were all
wool and a yard wide have shrunken to
intinitesmal proportions, and the best
temper is reduced to thing of shreds and
patches.
Now, women have been told they were
angels so long we have come to believe
it, and 1t is always with genuine and I'M
expected surprise that we find we really
have faults after ALL OF course, I'm church
we say that we have done the things
we should not have done and have left
undons the things we should have done,
but that's a general statement. In pri-
vate we are even willing to go a step far
Their We admit we are not as spiritual
minded as we should be- and that our
hankering after the higher life is not very
intense or real, as long as things are GO
ing our way in this, but as for the plain
every day sins we have committed, we'll
we are free to confess we should never
have believed it of ourselves. Now. there
when we speak of the thing in regard to
women we don't use that horrid word.
We would be furious II any one accused
us of such a thing. Still, fib is a fib
after all, and the number it takes 10 get
one through a season is legion. Look
ing back. it seems like it was all a tissue
of falsehood, and you wonder il it
was worth while. Don't you
remember, one day, when you were in
rafs 74paa 4 "a
a tea and listened to the voice of society
as it went by. and interrupted it as it
talked. Dear Mrs. Jones, so glad to
see you" Might have known that hor-
rid. pushing thing would be here; wonder
how she got invited, anyway) "Ah, you
here. Mrs. Brown! So Pleased to see
your (Wouldn't care if l never saw her
again as long as | live) "Such a charming
frockr' (She's worn that to everything
she's been to this winter.) rs that Mr..
De Smithe singing? What fine voice!
(For calling pigs.) ooh. Miss Blank,
hear you are going to favor us with one of
your delicious recitations, is it true? OF
that demon reclter is going to perform I'll
go) Dear, Mrs Hostess, so sorry but
i really must tear myself away Every
thing has been so charming, and your tea
is quite the most beautiful one have seen
this winter" (Thank heaven that's over.
Never saw so many stupid people together
In my life. Wonder where she got 'em?)
And poor Mrs. Hostess, whose very
knees are giving away under her through
sheer WEAKNESS, heroically forces another
scl1ly smile to her face and entreats
you to stay and you know just as well
as if you were a mind reader and could
see her thoughts that she is inwardly
thanking heaven that another person is
gone, and that she will soon have com
promised her indebtedness to society at
40 cents on the dollar,
There's nothing like woman, al an que
ton, excepting another woman. This was
most strfkingly verified day or two ago.
says the Washington Star.
The auctioneer put up a silver-plated
baking dish.
Now. look at that, ladies' Just scan n
carefully. There isn't a jeweler in this
town that ever sold a duplicate of II for
less than $12, and if you were to buy them
by the gross from the manufacturer thew
would cost IS each; bid spry. now"
Two dollars" said a meek woman who
was new in the business. You could fen
that by her tmidity.
1.-TWO dollars. Two I'm bid. Who saws
half? Thank you. DO hear three? There
il Is"
1t was the timid woman who bid the
three.
Three I'm bid, said the auctioneer. Il