The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-04-17

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! they have the power to hurt one another
I they do not allow that power to lie dor,
fnaht' and grown children are only little
children grown big.
On, We'll it's only another dsappoint-
ment. To-day l feel that never want TO
depend on another man, to seek his strong
er counsel, but tomorrow or next week.
OF next year, l presume, if one comes
alohg IN whom there is apparently no
cruelty shall stretch out my little, tired
! oVerWorked hands to him confident once
more that l have at last found one who
VIII not do or leave undone the little things
that are cruelty in its worst form to the
| average woman"
Don be foolish" returned the old wo-
man. "A man is a man. and the next one
! you meet and trust won't be any different
from this Ralph. Take my advice and
suck to him, because I tell you they are
| all cruel It's their nature. You are inter-
ested IN him, 50 you must learn 10 put up
| win ms cruelty or rather to make him
wish that his nature was different, and
when a man sincerely wishes that the cat
! erplllar is apt 10 change into a butterfly
You stop being deliberately cruel to him.
Match his cruelty with kindness, generosi-
! ty, tenderness.
| That's the mistake women make. They
| rarely take the initiative In being cruel
| but as soon as a man is thoughtlessly
| cruel TO a woman she begins TO plan to
| fight him with deliberate cruelty. The re-
suit is that neither is conquered, and the
| two drift so far apart that nothing short
| of genuine love can bridge the distance
| separating them. There's precious little
of that commodity in this world, young
woman and so when you meet a man who
stands for something in your life, who
| helps you and makes life easier, don't you
| let little thing like the instructive cruelty
| in him keep you apart. I'll bet ten thou
| sand Spaniards TO one sore Cuban that this
very day he is wishing that his nature was
different"
Then why can't he come and tell me
| So exclaimed the girl, with brighter
| look in her brown eyes. IF he only would,
I'd beg his pardon for every hurt 1 ever
gave him."
| 1t is told, says Che, Kansas City Journal
how a happy couple were honeymooning
in the country when the first packet of
| letters from home arrived, and the hus-
| band proposed to open one addressed to
| his wife.
Certainly not" she said firmly
But, Philippa," he demonstrated, Sure
| ly you are not going TO have any secrets
from me now that we are married."
Il shall not have any secrets from YOU
but Phyllis might" his wife said. That
| letter is her, not mine. 1 shall probably
let you read it after l have. hut not till
am sure that Phyllis has told me nothing
but what she would be willing for you to
| know"
"Still, doesn't it imply lack of conf
dence when a wife won't show her letters
to her husband?"
Not at all. The lack of confidence is
shown by the husband when he demands
to see his wife's letters"
This was unanswerable and Mr. Grant
sank back in his chair with amused de-
light in his wife perfect Inconsistencies
of having said a good thing"
Presently she added, Il told you so! Here
is something Phyllis wouldn't want you to
know"
"Then why are you going to tell me?"
I'm not going to tell you what it is.
You are only to know there is something
you can't know-at present"
"Pyllis is engaged MIR, Grant re-
marked.
"And what If she is? You are not to
know to whom"
ITO Radcliffe" hazarded her husband.
81 didn't say So
But you don't say she isn't"
How could l say she isn't when She"
as? I really think my dear, you might
as well have let me read that letter"
I Found Her Glove
I found her glove-a tiny, winsome, gray
And hiding thing, that kindly failed to
stay
When buttoned DER the dlmpled wrist
a shell
Conceahng pinksome fingers and the dell
OF velvet palm. wherein dainty fay
Might love to wonderland to lose the way;
And ah, my heart-t's beating, wild and
gay! WA
I found her glove.
For O. the tingling! o. the joy to pray
To call it mine, the fear of nay and nay;
The ecstasy that nothing serves to quell;
The throbbing, dancing, leaping tumIlt-
WELL
You see. her hand was In it on the day
1 found her glove. Judge.
1t is a fad now, says the Chicago Inter
Ocean. with some people to greet one an
other with left-hand shake This strikes
an everyday sort of person as embar-
RAISING and awkward Human nature can
never associate good fellowship and sim
ceritv with the left hand. No expression
az beartiness can be conveyed through the
left-hand shake. There is something UNI
cannv about It, A child naturally shrlnks
and draws back when made to shake
hands with a one-armed man. Just so co
crown people shrink from the man or wo-
man who gives the left hand in greeting.
This variety of the commonplace greet
inc a1wavs affects one unpeasantly The
birh hand shake which was the cause
of So much embarrassment, was bad
enough. The pumphandle hand shake
was worse. but this left-handed grip is
the worst OF ALL When a thoughtful per-
son sees friend meet friend on Michigan
avenue of an afternoon, or men and wo-
NON gather in some fashionable after
noon tea room and greet one another in
mis- way he feels like crying out with
Mark Twain, "I say, dern a fool"
"All mankind loves a lover" but all
mankind do not care to expend their avail
abIe funds in purchasing books about him,
which Is probably one reason why Octave
rbanet,s last. THE Book of True Low
ers" (Way), has not attracted from the
critics that amount of favorable attention
deserved by its merits. Mrs. French's
boolx is not a rehash Of Mrs. Jamesons
toiurnes. on the loves of various people,
more or less prominent from one cause or
another, but even IL ii were It would be
worth reading for its own sake, for Mrs.
French has the pleasing faculty Of telling