The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-02-11

The power of such tiny things
To make it WELL
Philadelphia Press.
Three Angels
They say this life is barren, drear AMI
cold
Ever the same sad song was sung of old
Ever the same long, weary tale is told
And to our lips is held the cup of strife
And yet-a little love can sWeeten life.
They say our hands may grasp but Joys
destroyed;
Youth has but dreams, and age an aching
void
Whose Dead sea fruit, long long ago has
cloyed,
Whose night with wild tempestuous
storms is rife
And yet little hope can brighten life
They say we fling ourselves in wild de-
SPAR
Amid the broken treasures scattered
there,
Where all is wrecked, where all once
promised fair:
And stab ourselves with sorrows two
edged knife
And yet a little patience strengthens life.
Is it, then, true this tale of bitter grief,
10! midst the winter shines the laurers
Three angels share the lot of human
strife
Three angels glorify the path of life
Love Hope and Patience cheer us on our
way;
Love. Hope and Patience form our spirits
stay;
Love, Hope and Patience watch us day by
day,
And bid the desert bloom with beauty
vernal
Until the earth fades into the eternal.
F. s., in Temple Bar
I'm former days. remarked a society
woman of the old school to a New York
Tribune writer, st was an unwritten law
that after girl made her bow to society
the mother should abdicate to her daugh-
ter her place in the ball room, at least as
far as the cotillon was concerned was
comparatively young and very fond of
dancing, and when my eldest daughter
came out 1t seemed rather hard to give
Up my triumphs but there was never a
question in my mind as to what my dig
nifty required. / danced as usual until the
cot1llon began, and then l took my seat
with the rest of the mammas on the dais
But, dear me, nowadays the mothers re-
fuse to be shelved Oddly enough, it is
the younger women that suffer by the IN
natural rivalry, not the older ones; and
the situations that are thereby evolved
seem singular to old-fashioned mothers
like myself, who hold their ,children's
happiness far more important than their
own.
1.-The other day. for instance. a Young
society woman W no was giving a dance
said to me: I am in such a ouandary.
| IN
of it. You know l never invite more than
a certain number to my dances for if
you once open the door to a crowd all
the world comes in. For that reason I
make great many enemies, but | can
not help it, will not have my ball room
crowded Now,h here is my difficulty: There
are several debutantes that l should like
to ask if their mothers did not dance the
cotillon, but l cannot have two from each
family, and 1t really is hard on the girls
but what am l to dol simply must leave
them cut
Now, this seems an unnatural order of
things, does it not? My next experiences
of this subversion of old principles illus
trates the situation even more forciblv
The other night at a dance, as I was pre-
pairing to leave, a young girl whom I
hardly knew, came up to me looking like
a picture Of woe. oh, Mrs. S. she ex-
claimed I don't know what I shall dol
No one has asked me for the cotillon. and
as mamma had a partner before she
came, she has not ordered the carriage
until 1880 o'clock Even then 1 do not
think she will come. as she always likes
to stay until the very end, It's awful sit
ting all alene. Would you do me the
greatest favor and take me home?
should be more grateful than 1 can tell
YOU
"Of course, l came to the poor cbild's
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did seem strange to me to see her moth
er who was surrounded by men, give a
careless nod of acQuieScence as her
young daughter told her she was going
with me. AS she bowed brightly in nv
direction, as if to thank me for my civ
ility, l pretended not to see her-I felt so
thoroughly provoked with her."
Il was very much amused the other
night" remarked an elderly bachelor.
watching Mrs. and Miss X leaving Mrs
rs ball, The little mamma went first.
laden with favors, which made her look
as If she were a walking toy shop: she
was attended on either side by her sub
servient cavaliers, and behind her follow
ed the daughter, who, you know, goes
in for college exams and all that sort
of thing She looked supremacy scornfuI.
and carried little lamb This is nv IA
vor, she said, as she passed me- giving
the creatures head tweak. which cans.
ed it to emit a squeaky baa L loathe
these functions, but some one has to go
to look after the giddy little mater. Papa
and l take turns, this is his night off "
1t is doubtful If 1t is every worth while
to take up the broken threads of ones ex-
lstance that have been a long time sever
ed The same relations can never be re-
sumed. We are so changed in looks.
spirit, and even characters that long
partings between old friends had far bet
ter be final.
Twenty-Five years ago-or to speak
truthfully, nearly thirty-there were In
New York, says the Tribune of that CITY.
certain Intimate friends of both sexes that
kept together, and, while mingling gener-
ally with the society of their times at