The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-03

NNNIN iAON set oil lnNlIdllOn, ana she
could visit all the year round at the
incest houses if she wished. She is the
greatest success in her way of any one
Know, yet / cannot see why she
should be any more than any number
of others. but all the same she is.
Then there is Bobby X. He is a
masculine exponent of the same sort;
he is acting stupid, and has no quality
that could distinguish him from the av-
erage young man, and yet he has be-
come an habitue of the most exclusive
houses. 1t is the same way about mar
rying. Why should some women make
such excellent matches? Have you
never wondered, in loking at an assem-
blage of prosperous dowagers, how
some of them ever managed to attract
their husbands, and what quality they
possessed that served in lieu of the per-
sonal attraction which they certainly
could never have been gifted with? I
have often wondered and have always
failed to make out the why and the
wherefore.
THE successes of men in business
and public life present the same pug
cling conundrums While many owe
their prominence and triumphs to per-
sonal ability, many undoubtedly do
not. Some people think that chance is
the ruling divinity. but, although the
blind goddess may choose her favorites
unfortunately, the people l speak of
do not owe their position to her. They
have the talent of succeeding, but OF
| what that talent consists and how IT
can be cultivated is one of the puzzles
which, 1 fear, will remain forever un-
| solved"
A housekeeper, according to Good
Housekeeping, has hit upon the idea of
| embroidering with a dark blue or red
thread the outlines of various utensils,
such as tumblers, a cup and saucer,
| trying-pan, or cause-pan, for the pur-
pose of conveying by object lesson, the
separate use for which each towel IL
designed zone of the things" says
| the housekeeper that I could not i'm
| press upon the various girls who serv-
| ed In my kitchen was which towel was
to be used for certain dishes. They
wiped my cut glass with heavy crash
towel. and the frying pan with towel
designed for glass. Since / have put
emblems on each of the towels ] have
no further trouble" The idea is not
bad, certainly.
| A little old lady who lives in a tiny
cottage in the village of Dersingham,
| England, has enjoyed the honor of the
| friendship of the present Queen of Eng
| land for years past, says the North
| American.
Granny" the old lady is called by all
| the country round, and on bright morn
! ings she is always TO be seen out in her
garden pottering about among her
| flowers.
The Queen, then the Princess of
Wales, out for a walk in the country
once saw her thus and stopped to talk
| with her. That was the way the ac-
| duaintance began. Since then nurner-
Gus little gifts have found their way to
the cottage from Alexandra, and the
old lady has treasured them all as sa-
cred.
What she prizes most of all. however,
is a handkerchief which was ironed for
her by the Princess daughter and at
the royal bidding. How it happened,
| Granny tells best in her own language
as follows:
zone morning two winters ago-iet
me see, it was a Tuesday. cause / was
dom my bit of ironin'-there came a
knock at the door. l didn't take no
tice. 1 thought it were Jim, my SON.
in-law, and he just knocks and walks
in So went on with my ironin. Pres
| emily there came another knock. SC
1 calls, walk in but, because the
iron was nice and hot, I didn't stop
And there, my dear. it was the Prin-
cess and her daughter, and &c kept
them outside knocking, and 1t was a
bitter morning. 1 was so Hurried that
l didn't know what to do. l stood with
the heater in my hand, and all I could
do was to make my courtesy. But Her
Highness didn't seem to mind a bit.
She says, Good mornin'.' I had not got
over my furry by this time, and busted
two chairs for them to sit on, and put
the iron on the fire. But the Princess
| wouldn't have me stir. She turned to
| her daughter and said You take
| Granny's iron while she sits down and
talks to me- So the young Princess
took the iron and ironed while I sat
down and talked with her mother"
AS the steamer pitched and rolled in
the waves, says the Epworth Herald,
the traveller heard, through the thin
partition, a wailing voice in the next
| stateroom exclain:
| "Oh, mamma, it's coming on again,
| worse than everl
Then he heard a sleepy voice in re-
ply:
Marie, why don't you follow the d.
rections you told me about before we
came on board?"
Because I've forgotten whether
ought to breathe in as the vessel rises.
downward, or whether 1t ought to be
the other way, and oh! oh! oh! I wish
l was dead"
Santa Rosa, Cal, has woman
blacksmith who is doing a good busi-
ness and Is popular throughout the
| town because OF the fact that she does
excellent work. From morning to night,
except for a short time while the do
mestic duties of home claim her atten-
| ton, she remains hard at work in the
little smithy on First street helping
her husband. She Is Mrs. Serini Ann
Faber, wife Of c. r. Faber. She is a
helpmeet to her husband In the fullest
| sense. He is a blacksmith also.
She's pretty handy, you bet" said
| he, as he gazed admiringly at his wife,
who at that particular moment was
making the sparks fly from a plow-
share she was welding.
Mrs. Faber. the woman black
smith" as the neighbors call her, is
| a strong, muscular woman. She IL
about 40 years of age, maybe less, for
Of course. like the majority Of her sex,
she is a tri1e reticent about her years.
In the words of the poem 1t can be
| said that the muscles OF her brawny
arms are strong like iron bands" She
| is expert with che welding Of the
sledge, assists in all kinds of work,
such as helping to build wagons. set
~es and an expert handler Of the
wood plane. In fact, there is nothing
In the business but what she can take
hand in.
1t must not be imagined that Mrs