The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-23
Bah WRITES OF DEATH.
And Gives Some Pictures From the Life of
Fanny Davenport.
Loving
Up interest,"

loved them all, and, best of all, dearly
loved little niece who was her name
sake. She showered all sorts of wonder
tul toys and smart little clothes on this
small woman, and was most pleased when
she was told of something witty that the
tiny lady had said. At this time when
Nine. Bernhard was in Boston the French
artistic, who also loves children. asked that
the little one might be sent TO pay her
a visit. Dressed in her finest frock and
warned that she must do her best In the
way of speaking French-for she could
chatter in the frivolous tongue a little
she started off with her nurse to call on
the lady about whom she had heard them
all talk. Nine Sarah was in bed, but she
had her visitor brought up, and she
proved rather embarrassing visitor,
since, after being seated on the edge of
the bed she looked and stared as only
children can look in that piercing way,
as II they were reading ones soul At last.
annoyed beyond expression, the variable
F'renchwoman asked her what she was
looking at. Back came the response. II
am looking at you just as hard as l can.
ana 90 believe that my Aunt Fanny is
a great deal prettier than you are -
Nurse and baby made a sudden exit. for
II is well-known fact that the great
artistic still loves to be considered beau
tiful. Fanny Davenport laughed and up-
man would not be pleased at such an in
nocent compliment?
Ahother time, when | was lunching with
her, and we were having one of those de-
hghtful luncheons where no men are
around and the conversation can range
from frills and frivols to science and what
IS not known about it, a maid came and
said Some one wishes to see Mrs. Nc
powell. There was shrug of the shoul-
ders and she thought that she Wouldn' [
60 Inc maid laughed and said that the
gentleman insisted upon seeing her. and
aiter the second thought there was a pity
ing look, and In voice that came from
her neart she said, We'll | would better
co. perhaps 1t Is some Door actor who
wants help" In five minutes she was
back her cheeks as bright as a rose. and
her eyes sparkling like stars. AS my face
looked for an explanation, she said with
a laugh: 1T was only Mr. Mac, who
wanted TO kiss me good-by, and so fooled
me In that way"
Then there was a time when l lay sick
sick almost unto death-and among the
many beautiful flowers sent me came a
huge made piece, with wires through the
roses and the violets mounted on straw.
making a stiff effect and requiring four
men TO fetch it up the stairs and vet it
was only the work OF the florist 1t lack
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wire. An hour afterward my friend came
IN. and, looking around the room, she
spied this enormous piece of made up flow
ers. With sigh and a smile combined
she announced, II told them to send you
some flowers, and that horrid piece is
their idea of what one sends to those one
loves!' Quickly she took from her belt
bunch of vioets and laid them on my
pillow, where l could see them and iuhale
their fragrance. and then we looked at
each other, understanding.
And she is gone.
The woman who was strong of brain
and yet the woman whose heart was so
big, SO loving, that she wore herself cut
in love giving and in JOY giving. l some
times think when l am all alone looking
out on the great world with nothing be-