The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-20

seeks the companionShip of his women
friends in order that he may be pleased
American men have to work. and they have
to work hard. After a day al business,
which has for the most part amounted to
a fight against the world, the flesh and
the devil, man is in no trim to speculate on
the art of pleasing his feminine fellow be-
ings. That is too much to expect of him.
tie has barely time to rush home fling
himself into his dress suit, swallow his
dinner at gait that puts digestion com
pletely at route and leaves the way clear
10 bad temper, ana get up or down or
over to S'teenth street to spend an even
ing with Polly or Molly or Dolly, as the
case may be. If he arrives in an amiable
mood, the visited should feel thankful,
and should not for an instant expect him to
cater to her whims.
However, about once in a lifetime, says
the New York Sun, woman does meet
man who actually shows disposition to
please the opposite sex in little things.
The average man, every woman knows, is
good and kind and true to women, but he
is not always so thoughtful of their feel
ings and comfort as he is of his own.
Perhaps that's just as WELL for if he were,
there would be no need of future state.
This old world would be a heaven on
earth, and women wouldn't have to go
through that discipline which is popularity
believed to be so good for the development
of their characters and which is certainly
good for the complete destruction of their
nerves.
A certain woman met her one man not
long ago who honestly wants to please the
women, and said so.
whats the matter? You seem dumpy
tonight" remarked the girl as soon as the
man was comfortably settled among the
cushions on the couch, and had the smok-
ing taberet fixed at just the right angle.
Yes, I feel real cross with myself to-
night" he answered, blowing a series of
rings upward with a preoccupied air. you
and / are the best of comrades, so I am
going to tell you all about it. always feel
that can talk to you just as can with
one of the fellows that 1 care most for.
You know, or perhaps I'm such a block
head at the business that you haven't OBJ
served 1t yet, that l faithfully try to please
my women frneds in little things. / let
the other men do the big things for them
and try to do all the insignificant, and
] use the word in both senses, things that
you girls like. Wei, it's harder work than
buelxing against the market in these war
times. You know, l have a great weakness
for Elizabeth. Well. the other day we had
little tilt-one of those ep:stoltatory tits
you women are so fond of. She wrote and
accused me of something disagreeable, and
/ replied in a truthful but tender and dig
nified way. 1t turned out that she mis-
construed every sentence in my note and
here came the most absolutely cold and
cruelty worded note from her that l ever
read. That settles it, l said / shan't
waste any more ink, but shall go straight
10 Elizabeth and talk it all over | did
and that's where | made the mistake.
worked all day with a fury born of rage,
and you can gamble on it that everybody
with whom / came in contact set me
down as a very brusque fellow. That
night I couldn't get to Elizabeth's soon
enough. Imagine my amazement when she
walked into the drawing room In a mood
that would have fioored an angel. She was
sweetness itself and cordially and appar-
ent sincerity. Her attitude for the minute
threw me off my guard, but 1 pulled my
self together and said, Old man, this will
unjust to YOU. and you must show her that
you aren't to be trined with Then I
plunged into the middle of things at once
and gave her some very plain talk l said
good deal, for I was wrought up. She
didn't say much. As l think of il now. she
couldn't She seemed to feel too deeply to
say what she wanted to say. You know
she is one of those women so noble i'm her
nature that language is no more common
surate with her thought than her body is
with her soul" and he stopped to light an
other cigarette and to look away into the
distance.
"Well?' said the girl, interroga lively.
well, she only said I'm sorry. Dick. |
didn't understand, " he resumed I can
only say that ] am sorry. There's nothing
more than can say If I'd been a half
decent chap I'd have taken that girls
hands in mine and told her that everythino
was all right, and would never have
thought of the matter again. But no
didn't do that. What did l do. | saw tbot
| had the power of wounding her. and
Kept on rubbing il in and l enjoyed il as
thoroughly as an Indian enjoys scalping a
white man, as thoroughly as a darlxy
cook enjoys wringins the neck Of a chick.
on. as thoroughly as a cat enjoys fantalz.
ing a mouse. But I got tired after awhile
and wanted TO make up. You know in tho
end the cat always eats the mouse Eliza.
a hurt, disappointed look in her expressive
eyes. She said, why, of course. it's al
right, Dick ] told you l was sorry, and
wo'll forget all about it, but we neyeI
have / couldn't re-esta blish our usual re-
lntionship that night, and / haven't beer
able to do so since. though I've done my
best I've been, oh, so thoughtful aboul
all the little attentions that Elizabeth
cares for, but there is an indetinable some
thing between us that the remembrance o.
her birthday, huge punches of her favorit,
red roses, the newest book by her favorit,
author Of the day. baskets of the sprinf
flowers which she is fondest Of canpo
vanqnish, or haven't so far. DO you won
der that ] feel out of sorts with myaelt
and everybody else? There now, I'm glac
I've told you all about it,"
II wonder that you don't feel idiotic, =
answered the girl. who Is noted for hei
common sense. why can't you men learr
not TO pick a quarrel with girl or e
bring up anything disagreeable as soon az
you get with her. j feel so sorry for yot
'hot I'm going to give away secret wei