The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-05
that Alaska is within the boundaries of

t--~t ~AtoSha Il NltHAu the BOUNDARIES OF
Uncle Sam.
When woman stays at home all day
says the New York Sun and at night has
from three 10 seven new stories 20 tel,
nothing stands in the way of her popu-
Iarity This was what made the plain,
moderately young woman who came to
live at the west side boarding house the
incessant delight of two tables The sur
prlslng thing was that she usually stayed
at home all day and still had always a
new stock. Whether she spent the day
evolving them from her inner conscious
ness or selecting them from a compendium
OF tun nobody knew or cared. If both
mad been the case one would have COW
eted such an inner Consciousness and
promptly invested in such a compendium.
mornings and afternoons the little black
maid was kept painting up the three flights
10 her room with visiting cards They
were Roman-lettered cards, and their
owners were of sort to cause the little
black maid to take turns with her black
assistant in making trips to the drawing
room on imaginary errands, while the
guests waited. They came in carriages
always, and their gowns were of the hope
lessly stunning sort which defies imita-
| ton. Invariably, when their hostess had
descended, they accompanied her immedi-
ate.y to her room, third floor back in de-
nance of stairs The calls were always
brief
The landady was on tip-toe with ex-
citement. What there could be, she con-
hded to her daughter, In such plain, or
binary. everyday, dressing and acting and
looking person to attract so many friends
She for her part. couldn't see. The day
before the mysterious boarder departed,
the landlady, her face set in stern deter
mination, mounted the stairs, breathing
heavily. She had never been to the mys-
orr hrfA hr,t
ate measures must be taken. She had
spent the forenoon debating whether it
would appear more natural and life-like
to make her errand test of the gas fas-
Jennings or a search for an imaginary
quilt She decided on the latter, and rap
ped boldly.
There was a quiet summons to enter,
] and she did pausing on the threshold.
| There was no counterfeters apparatus,
such as she was prepared to see neither
was there set on the chiffOnier the outfit
| of laboratory for the manufacture Of
ground glass and cold poison. The plain,
moderately young boarder sat before the
bed filling three dress-suit cases with as
sorted brands of women's cigarettes.
Come in" she said pleasantly. "I
wonder If you wouldn't be interested in
seeing these?"
Then she sraciously went through them.
Here was a mild, voet-paper wrapped
| made in a casing to be enclosed in mono
grammed paper Here were Turkish and
| Egyptian cigarettes, put up in twenties
| and forties, and selling for g and 81
box. Here was brand, made of the
finest and most mfdly-1avored tobacco,
| Havana grown, and mixed with deEcaIe-
| ly ground preparation of Vio,ets making
the smoke a delightful perfume. SO she
exhibited them, all named, like parlor
cars, and all manufactured expressly for
women. She was representing a Western
house and she was leaving next day for
Washington.
Before she had nearly done and before
the land,ady had gathered together her
comments, came the little back maid
with three cards. Presently there mount
ed. while the landlady peeped from the
third floor front bed room. volley of
rustling silk and waving plumes. AS the
door closed the moderately young woman
was saying:
"You are just in time. am sending
my order in to-day for 1,SOO of that same
brand"
The Dead Wife,
Always I see her in a sanity guise
o iilied raiment, white as her own brow
When first l kissed the teardrops to the
eyes
That smile forever now
Those gentle eyes! They seem the same
to me,
AS. looking through the warm dew of
mine own.
see them gazing downward patiently
Where, lost and all alone.
In the great emptiness of night, I bow
And sob aloud for one returning touch
Of the dear hands that, heaven having
now,
1 need so much
james Whitcomb Riley.
at Is a singular thing that with the
| amount of shopping done by women they
should continue to shop so badly-badly,
l mean in Inc sense of shopping with an
absolute lack of system" writes Edward
Box in the November Ladies Home Jour
nal Here and there we meet a woman
| to whom God seems to have given logi-
cal mind which she applies to her shop
ping But as a general thing the asser-
ton that women shop with an utter lack
OF system is unfortunately all too easy of
proof. And curiously enough, 1t is not
alone those behind the counter who suf-
fer for the women themselves make their
shopping doubly hard by their lack of
system. The percentages of women who
love to shop and those who hate shop
Ding seem about equal, so far as l can
make out. The methods which both en-
ploy, however, are pretty much Inc same,
the only marked difference apparently be-
ing the entire absence of all method in
the one case and the existence of only q
very poor method in the other Take
hundred women who go for a days shop
ming. and ii is perfectly safe to say thar
ninety of them win have not the slightest
idea of what they want"
Transplanting eyelashes and eyebrows Is
the latest thing in the way Of personal
adornment. Only the brave and rich can
patronize the new method at present, fol,
besides being painful and costly, it takes
a long time to accomplish 1t.
In Paris and London, says Woman's
Life. there are specialists who make
handsome living out of the process or
TRANSFORMING hair from the head to the
eyebrows or eyelashes. The specialist
works by putting in, not on, the new eye