The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-07-09


sionate and devoted affection was kindled
in their breasts
But it was the old story of true love
never running smooth. When Message and
4oritomo were betrothed, HOjo the IA
ther, was in Kyoto, and on his way home,
meeting Taira noble, he promised Ma
sdgo in marriage TO him.
W hen Hcjo came home, though he was
distressed at the turn of affairs, yet he
considered his word of more importance
IMAM that OF Massage and declared that
she should marry the Tara. The wedding
day came, and with great ceremony the
despairiug Massage was married TO the
Tara. but before night came the bride
had flown with Yoritomo.
HOO feigned great displeasure with the
runaway pair, but secretly he much pre-
ferred Yoritomo to the Taira noble, and
was easily pacified. Finally his beautiful
daughter persuaded him 10 lend the assist
ance of the whole powerful HOBO family TO
her husband, and with this aid the latter
not only vanquished the Tara, but be-
came one of the greatest mobiles Japan ever
boasted.
Near every temple in Japan are certain
trees which are supposed TO be peculiarly
loved by the gods and TO be sacred to
them. Any one injurng or causing 10 be
injured one of them will bring down the
wrath of the "kami' or god whose partic-
ular property il IS. If the trees be injured
in the name of any one the kami aVenges
himself on that person instead. So that
when girl finds that her swain's love
has cooled, and she thinks revenge would
be sweet, she makes a straw mauikin and
calls il by his name. If she is very venge-
fun she may also make one of her hated
rival. At o clock at night-called the hour
of the bull-she rises and clad in a white
night dress only. with high clogs on her
feet, her hair hanging loose and crowned
with an iron tripod on which three lighted
candies are stuck, she proceeds to the
shrine of the patron god of The family.
All consecrated trees are hung with
straw wreaths, and knowing this, she Sc
lects one so decorated. She nails the straw
efligy to il while she repeats prayer that
the kami will aVenge the insult TO his sac
red tree, not upon her, but upon her rec
reant lover and her rival.
What a very pretty shirt waist girl she
was as she sat in a corner of the hotel
piazza where a rose-b.oom held down its
sweet, pink face for her to kiss it if she
would, says writer in Truth. And how
charmingly she fitted into the fair June
time. and made the day, the hour, the
moment, a lovelier season by her fresh
young comeliness. And the man! How
serious he! And so diffident and shy
that on more than one occasion she had
prettily encouraged him when she had
been hesitant in extending, to her tho
courtesies at his command
Miss Ruth" he was saying now and
there was doubt in his voice, Il have
some hing to ask of you"
''Yes2" she answered, with the quick
and eager expectancy of unoccupied maid
enhood, which spoke volumes of cheer
and hope to him
Yes; and il is en- especial favor l
would ask you 40 grant me-"
There was the cOQTtlinpSS of the Cd
school in his manner and his words, and
she liked it.
ION, I'm sure to do that, Mr. Rich
mond; you always do such lovely things.
What is it? To go to the boat race To-
morrow"
No" he said. with smile in his
heart.
mop" she repeated questioningly, a note
of disappointment in her tone. for she
| had provided a new shirt waist for the
outing, in whatever form it might come 10
her. Then is it the Carter's picnic on
| Tuesday,"
"Nor that" he smiled again.
ITO dance with me in the german Friday
night" she went on, with the eagerness
of a child guessing at what papa had
brought home from the city, in the mys-
| terious bundle held beyond the reach OF
the little one.
Nor that again"
Then it must be to ride with you to
Rocky Ledge, as you said we would, you
know, when 1 had no other gements?''
1T is not that Miss Ruth"
well, really, Mr.. Richmond, I can't
but let me guess again. It's such fun,
don't you know. 1t is to go out on the
shadows fall-you remember that line In
the poem you wrote to me?'
Nor on the lake" he replied with a
confident shake of the head.
She looked up at the rose above her, as
If for a thought, and then clapped her
hands joyously
Il know! I knowr' she cried ut is
to so to that lovely breakfast on the lawn.
your friend Mr.. Lee is giving next Satur-
day morning."
He smiled negatively at her delightful
eagerness.
| But don't try to guess. I'll tell you what
it is, Miss Ruth / want to ask you to
be my wife. Will"
"Ohr she exclaimed, interrupting him.
| sis that ALP
He might have said more to her-indeed.
he intended to have done so-but he did
not 1t seemed to him that he had said
her, he walked slowly down the graveled
path to the waterside.
AS a 'strong woman" Miss Charlotte
! Dunphy, the lI-year-old daughter of a
| West End avenue millionaire, is the latest
marvel. The New York Herald has the fol-
! lowing story Of her. II was only last June
! that Miss Dunphy was graduated from the
| Institute of Holy Angels, at Fort Lee a
| physical wreck as so many young girls
| who aim for high hOnors find themselves
at the close of their school days. 1t was
| thought that she was going into decline
| and many specialists were consulted, but
there seemed no organic disease, simply a
! strong tendency toward nervous prostra-
! ton. Drugs were ineffective, walking was
! exhausting Ordinary gymnastics, such as
| are usually practiced in schools for girls,
! did not seem to do any good
More in a joke than anything else Miss
| Dunphy called at the studio of profess
sional athlete just three months ago and
| informed him that she wanted 10 be a
"strong woman" 1t did not Took very
! promising, as she was slight, Weighing less
| than ninety pounds. and was weak and i'll.
But there is nothing this athlete wfll not
| try, and so he put her through his TWEEN