The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-06-19

buy shirt2"
Trainor gave him whitening look.
That's right" he said, show your ig-
norance. Why every store in the South
closes at 6. Amt il so. GEORGE"
Fact" corroborated Wlntersmith.
What did you do them"
Il didn't know just what to do" ac-
knowledged Trainor. Il didn't like to go
girl and her brother was the only man l
knew in town, besides, wouldn't 1 have
been pretty spectacle coming out the
front door with a borrowed shirt?"
Then the idea struck me, and 1 went to
my hotel and wrote him a note explaining
the matter in full, and rang for mes
senger."
And got the shirt, of course?" finished
Watson.
Wen. guess noti' responded Tralnor.
with emphasis. Instead I got a little
blue note from the girl saying her brother
was OUT and she opened the note"
his audience whlslied in concert.
And that wasn't ALL" continued Train
or, knocking the ashes from his cigar saw
asely she said she was so sorry and
that she'd have sent the shirt, but her
brother had taken his keys with him"
''Gre-e-a-t Scottr exclaimed Winter
smith, grining appreciadvely.
Trainor blew cloud of smoke toward
the ceiling.
Finally" he said 81 went to the Office
and called the night clerk aside"
See here, my friend" l said, have you
a dress shirt you want to sell.
He blazed up in a minute.
Contour yo' fool sOul?" he exclaimed
with his South Carolina accent, think I'm
a fuhnishin'- goods counrehj umpeh, you
low-down Yankee
Hold on!' I said, you needn't gel mad.
1 m IN deuce ofsa mess" and l told him.
He began to laugh.
Wei, sun he said, I'm not in the
business of sellin' shuhts but I'll tell you
what-I'H loan you a shuht"
Then il was all right. The clerk took
me up TO his room in the top of the build
ing, and We got the shirt. Then we went
into the Annex and got something else,
and ! got to the girls house on time, but
how do you suppose / must have felu?"
That girl could hardly keep hef face
straight and every time She looked in my
direction l was sure she was looking a
my, or rather the clerks shirt That's all,
but wasn't st a deuce Of a fix for a fellow
to be in?"
"Well-I-should-sa agreed Bailey.
Then as an afterthought did you ever
return the shirt?'
wen, of all the COMPOUNDED" snorted
Trainor, springing to his feet.
Words failed him; he glared at Bailey's
innocent face for moment, then slammed
on his hat and left the room, amid the
laughter of the crowd
H. L. Mariner.
Do you ever think, says Dorothy Dix in
the New Orleans Picayune, when you see
a woman following meekly along in the
wake OF some braggaft and self-asserting
man, or when you see a wife start when
her husband suddenly speaks to her, and
a look of fear comes creeping up in her
eyes, do you ever think what a story of
int A., -
Sometimes l hear a woman say that it
doesn't matter what she wears because
nobody ever notices it, or that her hus-
band never praises her, or notices. her
housekeeping except to find fault, and
then, no matter how fortunately she is
situated, no matter how fine her gowns, or
how fashionable the location of the
| house, l know I am looking on a bit of
domestic tragedy that is just as deep, and
dark, and butter as can be woven out of
the wool and warp of a womans disap-
pointed hope and love. And when a we'll
to-do woman gets up in a public meeting
and says she can't join so and SO. or give
her mite TO such an such a charity until
she asks her husband, we all know that
| we have glimpse of an oppression and
| slavery that is all the bitterer because it
masks in the guise of freedom, and that
some day we are going to see a mighty rec
onciled and cheerful widow enjoying in
| surance money.
Life writes its stories in unexpected
| places. Sometimes it is the friend who
! has riches and fine position, and all appar-
! emily thar fate can give of good things.
! except the one thing of all the world that
/ can satisfy her heart. You envy her not
| knowing, and then in some moment when
! the quick thought flashes to answer some
subtle touch in play or a song YOU sec
| What is it? Something intangible, form
/ less. indescrbable, but you know that
/ some time, somehow, there has been a
| story in that life, and that there are doors
! in the soul thai have been shut and barred
| to hold prisoner the secret of the heart s
! deep love and loneliness.
The dress question, says the Philadelphia
| Times, is always the text from which
men preach of the extravaganza of women
! Women do spend more money for clothes
! than men do, of course. They have co.
! but they are no more responsible for the
price put upon their apparel than they are
for the accident of birth that made them
women instead of men Neither are they
! responsible for the cut or kind of clothes
they must wear. They may have been in
! the days when each woman made her own
| clothes, but not in these days of man mil
| liners and man designers.
We declare that in every class and caste
the men spend more money than women.
! Begin at the richest class. The women
| spend fortunes in dress, to be sure; the
men do, TOO, and in addition buy yachts
and race horses, DO a little gentlemanly
! CD gambling and some other things that
cost money, but which would have TO be
written in dots and dashes if herein set
down.
Then the next class-the great middle
class people, whose homes are maintained
respectfully but not extravagantly. Do not
the men of this class spend more money in
! cigars, drinks lunches and "incidentals"
| in a week than their wives would spend
| in gloves, ribbons and laces in a month?
And notice the day iaborer taking his
friends into the saloon so treat" them.
| Ten dollars to one his wife is either i'm bed
! with a newborn baby and needing the
stimulant her husband is treating away,
or else she is doing a neighbours washing
in order to buy meat for his supper
| Take the clerks, men and women who
are earning the same amount. Who saves
the most for the rainy day? Do we not
know the wage-earning woman on $40 per
month will keep up home, dress and ed
| ucate several children, while a man on
the same amount will be head over heels
in debt?
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