The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-04-16

held my mothers bunch of keys, loaded
my negro doll with chains, selected white
doll TO act as overseer, and finally l al
lowed the doll l called after Apollyon in
Pilgrims Progress to run away with the
overseer.
cinderella was one of my favorite
piaymates. She was a lovely blonde, as
was her fairy godmother, and the only
doll l possessed that might be called a
baby was a large wax affair that could
open and shut its eyes and who came to
me on my fourth birthday in a long mar
row box lined with blue satin. My god
mother sent it, and l was never allowed
to play with her except when callers
brought their children to the house. On
such occasions l was called up stairs, the
wax baby was soiemnly lifted from her
blue case, laid across my arms her long,
long baby dress fell to my feet, and l was
warned to take great care of her | don't
think l gave her a name, and don't know
what became of her.
when l was years Old my story
books were too complex for such illus
trations as the toys once provided. and
/ have dim memory of a wet Saturday
and Stories from Ancient History and
a miniature funeral pyre within the nurs-
cry fender, on which all the heroes of my
first romances received the fiery solution.
l think of them all tenderly now. There
was a pathos about those graceless wood
en- toys, some of which / can recall with
vividness almost startling. They still
live. though they never had life, and this
is a mystery which in my next idle hour
/ must ponder
Mrs. Burton HarrisOn's Virginia
Dolls.
What Mrs. Barr felt concerning her dolls
and her experiences with them is very like
no Mrs. Low
lshed on hers and the exciting life she led
them.
She says: up to the age of 10, when
put one of them away TO go into the
drawing room of our Virginia home to
receive the visit of two high school boys
who had taken heart OF grace to calD
thought dolls the most absorbing objects In
the world. l acted ShalSespeares plays
and old ballads with them and at other
times Rugged them to a truly loving heart
declaring that nothing should ever make
me give them up, no matter what older
| people said! But out of the ranks of my
| dramatis personae. no one now arises
alas! more conspicuous than another
New England Topsy.
Miss Mary wilkins was not very depend
| ent on doll friendships, evidently, for when
| obligingly searching her memory for rec
objections of these nursery characters she
can only recall one or two.
There was a black doll by the name of
| Topsy which l was very fond of, and l
had blue-eyed doll l called Nelly. whose
best dress was white dotted Swiss, and
| who wore beautiful little pink shoes with
buckles, made by an old lady who lived
opposite l played with my dolls, of
| course, but there are no facts of special
interest IN connection with thom. / never
| broke one, l remember and Nelly TO be
| sure always seemed singularly alive 10
| me. even think OF her now as of Nv
| ing companion Of my childhood, quite I'M
like two large dolls who led tranquil, I'M
eventful lives and who never dgnifed any
warm interest or affection"
The Lost Violet.
To hear Madam Emma Eames Story tank
| OF Violet, one would be apt to conclude
| that this young lady had exerted mark
/ ed influence on the life OF our greatest
prma donna. And so she did for dol as
she was, she is remembered as the first
ana one Of the lasting loves IN Madam
Eames life. When Madam Eames cells
about Yiolei, one is likely TO forget that
she was doll, and accept her as a tragic