The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-10-22
At The doctor helplessly. He nodded grave

at the doctor helplessly. He nodded grave
| ly.
YES, l see" he said. Your nerves ara
in a terrible condition, and no mistake. I
wonder" ne added after moments re-
| Election, what portion Of the day you
| spend in swaying backward and forward
| as you are doing now"
The rhythmical motion of The womans
body ceased and she stared at him in sur
| prise.
| why, my landw she calculated. "What
| a question! l don't do this any of the time
| at home. I don't have 10. We have
| rocking chairs there" The latter state
ment was made somewhat spitefuly, but
| it did not Tease the doctor.
so I supposed" he said, coolly. and
| I've no doubt that you have often felt like
| denouncing doctors soundly for not having
| a goodly supply of them in their offices for
| the accommodation of nervous patients
! The woman started up the pendulum-like
motion again. well" she returned. II
must say it would be a good deal more
| comfortable than having 10 sit in one Of
| these straight. uncomfortable things"
! Whether the doctor took offense at her
| uneomplimentary reference TO his office
| chairs. or whether he had been whetting
| himself up to the point where he could
! give her sharp, professional talk, II
would be impossible to say, but certain Il
| IL his lecture broke loose then with vehe-
i mence.
| Nov, see here" he said. q have scores
| of women patients just like you. They
| come in here and tell me all about how
| their nerves are frazzled into strings, and
they can't sit down, and they can't stand
| up and they can't walk, nor eat, nor sleep
| nor do this, that, or the other thing. on,
| they're in a terrible condition. Well,
! that's right. They are in a bad fix And
| so you want me to cure you? Well, I'm
| willing hl1f or Ia do
| You cannot very well remove these de-
| plorabe defects without roofing out the
| cause and you can't dig out the cause
without throwing away rocking chairs
| On, yes, l mean it, throw away the rock
| ing chairs. They send more women to the
grave and the insane asylum each year
! than all the sewing machines in the Unit
| ed States They are at the bottom of more
| than half this nervous trouble you wo-
men are always complaining about, and if
l had my way fully two-thirds of the
rockers that now clutter up our houses
would be split into kidding wood and
three-fourths of the factories that are now
| turing them out by the hundred would be
| shut down. People who have never given
| the matter thought have no Idea how much
energy is wasted in keeping rocking
| chair on the go. The pretty, graceful
things move very easily, 1 admit, being
the best substitutes for perpetual motion
| yet invented, but for all that they eat up q
| vast amount OF strength in the course of a
| day, that might well be turned to more
useful and less harmful ends Why I
pity the person who suffers from the rock
| ing chair drunk as mitch as I do the topper
who burns his outlet out with
The sufferer from nervous prostration
suddenly found her voice at this point.
ION, doctor" she protested 'dont put
it that way, Don't say we get-get drunk.
1t sounds disgraceful."
Does it?' said the doctor, calmly.
| 'Well. unfortunately / always did believe
in calling things by their right names,
and that's what il really amounts TO- l
| can tell people who are addicted to the
rocking chair habit the minute / clap eyes
on them and 1 honestdly think they are
the most pitiable objects l find in a days
| Journey. They are ever restless and tidg-
| ETY. and i'll at ease, and when deprived of
| the chair, their distress is manifest. They
| simply don't know what TO do with them
| selves. Take you yourself, now, for in
| stance. You can't sit there for five min
utes without getting up the rocking chair
| motion. Now, l am in earnest about this
If you want to get well you must give up
your rocking chair just as a drunkard
| gives UP his whisky. If you do that you'll
| come out all right. A rocking chair may
| he restful and helpful up to a certain point.
but if taken to excess it is bound TO play
hob with the nerves sooner or later?"
Naught but a little wee pink shoe,
| A tiny half-worn number two"
Its color faded, paled with years,
| Stained here and there with faint of
tears.
| Naught but little wee pink shoe
! That in bitter anguish threw
| In secret bottom drawer one day,
| When skies were desolate and gray.
Naught but a wee pink shoe I found
Yet far to white-crossed, daisies mound
| 1t led my heart-again again
| My burning tears fell like the rain.
AS on that day knelt and pressed
A cold still form unto my breast;
| A lifting ably name in vain
l fondly called, again, again.
| God pity women, mothers who
Weep DER a hidden, half-worn shoe
Rebelliously almost-regret
Hath sting sharp lingering, deep-yet, yet,
Fer sacred, haloed Is the breast
That warm red baby lips have pressed
| Forgive dear Lord, the cry, the moan,
| And those, the ones whove never known
That gracious, wondrous gift of thine,
| The boon of motherhood divine;
| pity more-what joy they've missed
| Who never newborn lips have kissed
Whose throbbing hearts with trust and
pride
| In ecstasy hath never cried,
by right of love- supreme divine,
| This little one Is mine, is miner
New Orleans Picayune
Here is a parcel for you, Harry" called
out a Yale Junior to his roommate, accord
ing to the New York Tribune as he tossed
| him a package which had come by ex-
press 1T was sent by a woman" con-
tinued the young man, laughingly, land
should say a young woman, too" he ad-
ded, as his chum took up the bundle and
| looked al Il rather doubtfully.
How do you know" queried Harry, as
he began to unite the wrapplngs
"Oh, Il does not take Sherlock Holmes