The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-30

The big black hat worn with tiis cos
tune was faced with pale gray satin ana
had soft gray feathers.
The skirts of all these gowns trailed a
bit and even swept the ground in front.
Ella-He seemed to question me with his
eyes all the evening.
Hattie-Then l suppose you used your
nos in answering him?
Ella--On the contrary, | waited until lie
found his voice, and then. Don't you
think my engagement ring is lovely
dear?
Forgiveness.-Annette Lyons in London
Figaro
They loved each other well, they swore
And so to wed they wildly hoped
Wherefore it wasn't long before
They laughed at locksmiths and eloped
Her pa forgave, as papas do;
Her mamma. too, forgave and blessed;
His ma and pa forgave them, too
And brothers, sisters--all the rest.
And only two could not forgive;
They've not forgiven to this day
And won't as long as e'er they live
They can't forgive themselves, they say.
Pattie dishes in silver standards are one
of the latest novelties for the table. The
pattie cups themselves are exquisite china,
and they fit firmly into the silver STAN
dards, which rest on four legs. The dain-
TEST are of fine Dresden, scattered with
tiny bouquests of flowers. Sets of pattie
dishes are now frequently sent as a we'd
ding gift. Six are usually in one case
with forks matching the silver standards
in design.
China, covered with a tracery of silver,
will be much in favor this season.
Cut glass and silver will also be COM
bined
The newest finger bowls are of exquis-
| itely colored glass They rest in half a
| silver bowl and stand on four silver legs
| Even the plain glass finger bowls stand
on short legs.
| There is a great variety of punch cups
this fall in Venetian and Bohemian glass
| They are in all sorts of odd shapes. The
| latest look like large luscious peaches
while others in design and coloring re-
semble apples and pears, Very delicate
punch cups look as though they were en-
veloped in a piece of lace. The cups are
of glass, in varying shades. and the lace
design is hand-wrought. The saucers for
these cups also show the lace design.
Perhaps, says the New York Tribune.
some one can tell me who wrote the fol-
| lowing linse, which seem to me bright and
| clever and of especial interest in these
days when the woman question" is be-
! fore us?
Woman's Sphere
| They talk about a Woman's sphere
| As though 1t had a limit
| There's not place in earth or heaven,
| There's not task to mankind given
| There's not blessing nor a woe
| There's not whisper, yes or no,
| There's not life or death or birth
| That has feather -weight of worth
| without woman in it,
"Woman's at best a contradiction still +"
! sang Pope three hundred years ago. and in
her present development she has not lost
that characteristic, at all events. She
| still shrieks at a mouse SAYS the New
! York Tribune, and looks under her bed al
night, expecting to find a burglar. Despite
! her increased stature and muscle she is as
! humorous at night as ever, and is forever
| on the lookout for the predatory man.
who, according TO her imagination, is like
the wicked one in Holy Scripture forever
! proving about the domains of defenseless
| females
a woman without a natural protector
may be fine, Independent creature in the
| daytime, proud of her emancipation and
up-to-date autonomy; but at night. confess
sedly or unconfessedly, she is a poor crea-
| ture. Her swagger, her assurance, her
self-sufficiency, are all gone, and any mas
| culne relative becomes comfort, even a
small brother, a man servant seeming a
tower of strength and a refuge when the
world is in darkness.
Not long ago MIR. X, in his suburban
home, was awakened from his slumbers
| by pistol shots from the adjoining place.
which was owned by a strong minded sin
! gle lady, of whom he had always stood
| greatly in awe, and who, he considered.
was equal to half a dozen ordinary men.
Hearing the shots, however, the instinct
| of his manhood prompted him to go to her
assistance. As he neared the house he
felt a sharp, singing sensation on the
cheek, and realized he had been grazed by
a bullet
Miss S. he shouted I'm comingl Are
you all right?"
"Oh, Mr.. X. is 1t your" was the answer
from an open window, and then burst of
| hysterical laughter.
Il have been 50 frightened. I heard a
noise, and l locked myself in and com
menced firing from the window" At this
! juncture screams were heard above, and
| from the attic windows popped out the
heads of the two maid servants, both
shrieklng loudly, after the manner of
their kind, when the supposed danger was
over.
| But what was the trouble?" said Mr..
X, after he had been let into the house
and found everything peaceful and appar-
| entity undsturbed.
why, heard a queer noise," reiterated
! Miss s., so l just opened the window and
kept on firing the new pistol 1 bought the
other day"
! We'll. you nearly succeeded in killing
me- at all events" remarked her neighbor.
grimy staunching his bleeding cheek with
| his handkerchief and bidding her good
| night.
The next day Miss S. called on Mrs.
X and, after telling the latter of her
! frequent attacks OF night terrors and the
different things she had tried to give her
self feeling of security, said: II don't
| think the pistol Is. quite satisfactory"
Il should think not!' exclaimed Mrs
! x, Indignantly.
mo, asserted the spinster. because I
was afraid TO fire it anywhere except out
of the window, and then. as 1t proved, 1t
might hit the wrong man. So have come