The Savannah morning news., 1900-07-01

left side Is a littla too high. don't you
think? It ough; to come down a little"
60 dness. MOI" said a light haired girl
with dee ision. Give 1t all the style it has.
The SIDES are all right. But the front, you
know. here S me hing queer about
that The black velvtt bows haven't an
gle enough"
II like hose best of al" sad a chic
little girl from the corner, but it seems
to me the back isn't very pretty. 1t comes
out too much over Elsie's hair"
HIN" said the willy girl who had not
spoken II think the hat as a whole Is
stunning, bur it isn't becoming to Elsie
These red flowers are lovely against her
dark ha r, bat that's he only good point
about it--for her. I mean"
al think tha,'s so She can get some
thing that locks better on her. the cho-
rus ag e d W tn bioken sentences or ac-
clamation.
Elsie took the hat off slowly, carried it
out. tut il in It's b7x and spread the It's
sue paper over 1t. She sent it back by the
boy who was waiting in the hall, and
faced the airy vista of hat hunting days
patti. ntly.
Young man of Louisville. says the
Chicago Chronicle has been in love Tor
long time, but it was only the other Gay
that his engagement to the girl OF MS
choice was brought about. And this Is
the way it happened;
The maiden's elder sister is what Is
known as practical" Seeing that the
happiness of both was likely to be lost
altogether, or at least materially delayed
through the hesitation of the lover, she
met him at the door not so very long ago
and said: Il want to talk to you myself
for Just few minutes before DuIcined
comes down. You are in love with her
and l know she cares for you, and II you
two can't tx it up, why, l will. I'm go
Ing to give you fifteen minutes to tell her
what you've been trying to for more than
two years At the end of that time I'm
coming into the parlor, and if you haven't
made your confession I'll make 1t for
you"
Dulcinea came down. The elder sister
departed a. the end of a quarter OF an
hour she returned.
Have you tod herr
well, you see l haven't had time just
yet" came the reply.
IAN right. Ducnea, Mr.. Longwaite
wants you to marry him, but he can't
summon up courage enough to. tel you
So Am l right, Mr.. Longwsite?"
A nod Of assent was all he was able to
give for at that moment Dulcinea, who
may or may not have been prepared, plac-
ed her hand in that of Mr.. Longwaite, and
then the creator Of their happiness re-
tired
After a discreet interval there came a
knock at the door and the proposer and
disposer entered.
DO you want me to call father, MIR.
Longwaite?" she said.
Cant we wait until tomorrow for
that?" asked Mr. Longwaite.
II think we had better not, and as he
is upstairs now I'll call him"
When paterfamilias turned up Mr..
Longwaite was stricken dumb. A second
time the strong minded maiden came to
the rescue, and asked for her sisters hand
for the silent wooer and paterfamiiias,
like Barkis, was willin."
Like all familiar customs, says the
Philadelphia Times, the origins of which
are lost in antiquity, the wearing of or
ange blossoms at wedding is accounted
for in various ways. Among other stories
is the following popular legend from
Spain:
An African King presented a Spanish
King with a magnificent orange tree,
whose creamy, waXy blossoms and won
derful fragrance excited the admiration of
the whole court. Many begged in vain
for branch of the plant, but a foreign
amba ssador was tormented by the desire
to Introduce so great a curiosity to his ma
tive land He used every possible means,
fair or foul. to accomplish his purpose,
but all his efforts coming to naught. he
gave up In despair The fair daughter of
the court gardner was loved by a young
artisan, but lacked the dot which the
family considered necessary 10 a bride
One day, CHANGING to break off spray of
orange blossoms, the gardner thought,ess-
~ gave ii to his daughter.
Seeing the coveted prize in the girls
hair, the willy ambassador offered her a
sum sufficient for the desired dowry. pro-
vided she gave him the branch and said
nothing about it. Her marriage was soon
celebrated. and on her way to the altar.
in grateful remembrance of the source of
all her happiness, she secretly broke off
another bit of the lucky tree to adorn her
hair.
Whether the poor country gardner lost
his head in consequence of his daughter
treachery the legend does not state, but
many lands now know the wonderful tree,
and ever since that wedding day orange
blossoms have been considered a fitting
adornment for a bride.
To deplore "the great increase OF drunk
enness among women of education and re-
finement," to dwell on its dreadful conse-
quences and to discuss measures for abat-
ing the evil, seem to be necessary at GER
tain intervals. The latest voice heard cry
ing its warning, says the philadelphia
Times belongs 10 a woman. and IL was
at a temperance meeting that her address
was made. She said the usual pessimistic
things on the subject. declaring that
drunkenness was increasing at destruc-
tive rate. She was. II possible, a little
bit more discouraged about the outlook
than the average person who sets out to
deplore the increase of drunkenness
among women. Some idea OF the despond-
ency Of her views may be gathered from
this part OF her address:
Many women" she said, acquire the
taste for alcohol from cologne, which they
drink constantly, although II contains 9e
per cent. Of alcohol. They drink all the
essences made for the toilet Compound
tincture OF lavender Is one thing they
drink great deal. know one New York
woman who drinks eight ounces Of laven-
der tncture every day. II contains 80 per
cent. of alcohol. Women drink the essence
OF cinnamon and cloves. A well-known
physician has. written to me that these