The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-04-10

1 knew 1t. But you must admit. my dear
Mildred, that it is undignifed and-er-un-
sentimental and worldly"
1T would not be particularly effective
or dignned to have the girls walk down
the aisle with the wrong men or have the
bridal procession a laundering parade,
would it? And that's what unrehearsed
bridal professions are always. But you
need not attend. The best man does all
the work at wedding, anyway. I will
walk down the aisle with him at rehear-
SAL We can get on very nicely without
you, dear. Now, let's talk of something
else. I'll ring for tea"
He slipped his Oolong in silence while
she Chartered about flowers and friends
and golf and books. AS he rose to go he
fingered irresolutely, his hat in his hand.
Il think he said, Il have changed my
mind. It's awfully good and conslderate
of you to let me off, but l think I'll go to
that rehearsal after al'
A few minutes later, when two of her
prospective bridesmaids happened to come
in he would. could he have looked In on
them, have heard mystifying merry peals
of laughter.
This conversation is reported by the In
dianapoiis Journal.
to come down.
The Other Woman-Oh, thank you
dearie. (Aside) Hateful catl She would
not have said anything about it, only she
knew 1t was all my own and twice as
long as hers.
The millennium for women may be on it's
way, but 1t is not here yet, by any means,
and a girl In good social position who
sxrytcI -. he to- -,
words of the old darkey song, "a hard
road to trabble." Unless. says the New
York Tribune, she is actually driven to
1t by dire poverty, the world, at least her
world, thinks it queer" She Is either
condemned for her holiness or pitied for
supposed necessity. 1t does not seem to
occur to her critics that a self-respecting,
independent young woman would rather
earn her living than take an allowance
from her father and go on ad inf1nitum at
tending afternoon teas and evening dances.
! These diversions seem to society in gener-
| al to be the most desirable that life cen
| offer, or a well-conducted young woman
who does not find them all-sufficient might
! go in for charities or join literary socie-
| ties.
MY friends are all so sorry for me-"
said a girl who was studying and intended
to practise "a profession. when Jim
| her brother-"started out for himself, ev-
cry one took It as a matter of course, and
| why should 1t not be the same with me ?
1t seems impossible for people not to be-
lieve that 1 am in the greatest distress,
and they are continually suggesting to me
various occupations which they seem TO
think more suited to my capacity and sex.
| why do you not go into violets, dear?
said one kindly matron, really seriously.
! L think that would be so sweet for a
young girl A suggestion from another
source was that l should get up parlor
entertainments for a living. Another we'll
intentioned person asked me why I did
not open a school, and finally, to cap the
climax, a friend interested in my welfare
seriously proposed that 1 should get ser
wants for people-open an intelligence Of
flee, in short. To friends of my own age
am distinct object of pity and in fact,
nearly all my acquaintances would consid-
| er il far more creditable if / should marry
| for an establishment than TO wish to &C
quire an independence for myself"
This is undoubtedly the general attitude
of the world toward women workers How
long such prejudice will continue depends
upon the young women themselves. There
is no possible reason why they should not
be as self-supporting as their brothers are
and have the interests in life that orise
from such occupations To be confined to
an increasing round of social obligations
wear i'm and wear out seems absurdS to re-
gard marriage commercially is unworthy
of their womanhood, and yet 1t Is the wo-
men themselves that forge the chains OF
custom and prejudice that bind them fast
er than letters of steel.
Womans Hand.-H. NJ B., in the
Chicago Chronicle
woman's hand! so weak to see,
So strong in guiding power to be,
So light, so delicately planned
That you can hardly understand
The strength in its fair symmetry.
| A hand to set a nature free,
Or curb strong mans tyranny
BY simple gesture of command
A woman's hand.
Oh. man, upon life's troubled sea,
When tempest tossed by Fate's decree.
Though Fortune hold thee contraband
Hope on! for thou shalt win TO land
| If somewhere is stretched out to thee
A womans hand.
Homemade Sunshine
Mrs d. Brine in Harper's Bazaar.
What care las the days go by
Whether gloomy or bright the sky?
What care l what the weather may be?
Cold or warm it's the same to me.
For my dear home skies-they are always
blue;
And my dear home weather (the GLAD