The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-01-21

done it: but, oh, Jack, it was such jolly
| row You never saw anything so up
| roSnously funny-and. when they took
/ the second vote and That top-lofty Mrs.
broWn was borne away, sobbing. But
| why almost strangled. 1t was dread
| iul Jack. I'm traitor to nv sex. III
SIT IN the coal scuttle, and put ashes on
! my mead with the shovel. But I wouldn't
| nave missed it for anything. Since then
We gone from bad to worse / yielded
| 10 temptation at the first meeting this
| ran; and, bless you, l found thar my bad
example had corrupted my sisters. Five
| other women had enjoyed the May scrap,
ana thlrsted for more excitement. very
! lnoHensNe iittle woman was barred by
SEX black balls. Wasn't mat awful? I've
| tired 10 resist temptation. Each time l
| thought that / would behave properly;
but had gone quite wrong l had the
black balling habit. I was like the man
| VINO drank whisky, not because he liked
the taste, but because the 'sperrit' he did
admire. The only salvation for my moral
| character lay in leaving the club, and [
! uld II, but the evil that 1 did lives after
me. / m worse than the bubonic plague.
Ihey voted on an applicant yesterday,
ana there were ten black balls cast. les
| becoming epidemic. I'm miserable about
| it-but, oh, Jack, ii was funny! Talk
about the pangs of renlosel Eugene Ar
am wasn't in 1t with me. Why, I've been
having nightmare every night and dream
| ing mat the whole club was chasing me
and stoning me to death with big square
black stones. Perhaps I'll feel better
| now that I've told you about it; bur.
! Jack, dear, do hire a special policeman to
| guard the house from club women, and
do stay at home evening. I'm afraid to
be left alone with my guilt"
why. what can you be thinking Off"
said woman recently as she entered her
friends den" and saw with surprise,
says the New York Tribune, an array of
handkerchiefs spread before the occu-
pant, who seemed to be lost in contem
| llation of them.
"Oh, I've been thinking" was the
dreamy reply. and all because I hap
pened to pick up this handkerchief box
| just after reading that Man with the
| Hoe poem over again. You see, these Is
cent handkerchiefs came home in a box
| that had picture on the cover of one
| of the Donegal workers, | did not think
so much about it when we made our
| tour through Ireland that summer and
| saw the women sitting in the doorways
| of their cabins working away in the twi-
| light at hemstitching and Towering"
and spinning, hardly taking time to
| glance up as we drove by in our cart.
1T never occurred to me then about
their being sisters to the OK, and l did
| not stop to consider who was responsible
for the trend of their features, because
it was all so picturesque, and it seemed
to me rather a lovely thing for daugh-
ters and mothers and grandmothers and
neighbors all to be working together at
the close of day, while the children and
yes l believe the pigs and the hens and
the dogs-frolicking about.
TT was the peaceful domesticity Of the
scene that appealed to me at that time,
| and l thought what glorious thing it
was that they were given the work to do.
| But some one ought to write a poem on
the Woman with the Needle as COM
panion piece to Mr.. Markham's poem. L
bought this hand hemstitched handker-
chief, with the pretty lowered initial, for
rs cents. 1 wonder how much the woman
who made it earned a day The Irish wo-
men obtain orders from the Belfast firms,
who send. to them one. two or three doz-
en- of the linen squares, and many of the
! women embroider and hemstitch them
nights after working in the field all day.
| How a woman with coarse, rough hands
can do that fine work she and the an
! gels know; ! am sure l do not
81 almost wonder that we do not hear
the echoes of weary signs as we pull over
the contents Of Bargain counters, tossing
thoughtlessly about handmade trifies
that have cost many weary sister an
aching head and back, shall never see
display of handkerchiefs again without
| seeing IDeHljlu them inc patient NOAlCIoi
and thinking of the very thoughts and
fancies of love and hate and happiness
and VICE. and perhaps of even hunger and
despair that have been worked in with
every stitch. A linen handkerchief from
Ireland in one of the stores to-day was
valued at $50.
This handkerchief with the lace made
right on the edge of the linen, came from
| St Gall Switzerland, where the others is
this little pile were made. This tiny linen
| creation with the fairylike needle lace
! edge was made in Aintah, Turkey by Ar
| menian women who were Impoverished
| by the massacre there three years ago.
This one is from Mexico and represents
the native drawn work of the senoritas.
| A friend in Spain sent me these two.They
| were made in the northeastern part OF
the country by women who have been
widowed by the various wars in which
Spain has been engaged.
This initial is worked in halr-1ust
think of the dizziness of the fingers that
did it! On this other, this exquistely
| worked rose with actual petals folding
one above the other, represents favorite
lace of the Spanish women. If you raise
the very bottom petal you will find my
own initial worked on the inserted lace.
wouldn't you think eye strain would be
a favorite aiment among such workers?
81 wonder where all the handkerchiefs
go" said this inquisitive woman of many
fads, as she carefully packed her treas
ures away in their deliberately carved
sandal wood casket ~ was reading the
other day that more than 100000 worth
were imported into this country last year.
The majority, of course, were of the
cheapest sort, but some one must have
found a lot of them"
HE Knoweth."-
"He Knoweth"
AS God ala knowing-yet as man!
And knowing this, tried heart, fret not
Nor be sad;