The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-17


which invariably impressed the public
and procured high wages.
But the GROWING glory of the mayon-
naise in the young Ms estimation,
which forever earned their gratitude,
was that it served to be the means of
marrying off an unpopular maiden aunt
who lived with the family.
A rich Western bachelor and bust
ness friend of Mr.. NJ, who had
prounouced taste for the good things of
the table happened to be lunching with
them on Sunday, and, as was usual
with newcomers, broke out in praise
of the wonderful salad.
Mrs. NJ made it, She is regular
chef you know" said the proud hus-
band, who never lost an opportunity
of giving his wife her due.
Miss NJ did you say?" exclaimed
his guest, casting look of warm ad-
nliration at the aunt opposite, whom
he had heretofore hardly noticed.
What an admirable gift! There is
nothing in the world l so admire in
woman as a thorough understanding of
the culinary art. Its results are more
far-reaching than can be imagined.
And he launched out on what was evil
IDENTIFY his favorite hobby, addressing
his remarks chiefly to his fair Wis
who blushed and bridled under his
earnest gaze.
Mr.. M began an explanation,
which was checked by a significant
look from his quicker wiuted spouse,
who. with womanly intuition foresaw
the future possibilities which eventual
ly came to pass.
You know, dear, you really did PICK
and wash that lettuce for me- said
the kind-hearted matchmaker to her
tsiser-in-la.w. as they left the dining
room while the men remained to smoke,
land will teach you how to make the
dressing.
Who says this is not Unconscious
retrospective age? A ''woman's news
paper" offered prize a few weeks ago
for the best essay on My Dearest
Enemy" The essays, says the New
York Commercial Advertiser, were nu-
merous. fine-spun and analytical, de-
scribing every foible and falling and
touching lightly on the virtues of the
enemy described. There were besides
the prize-winning essay eight which
got honorable mention The writers
of five of these had described himself
or herself. A sixth had described her
mirror. The following bit of subtlety
won the prize:
My Dearest Enemy-We are the
wrong kind of contrast She is pale
and dark and slender; am 5colorless
and dark and thin. She is witty and
capricious; / am fiippant and volatile.
She talks and listens brilliantly; /
chatter, and I cannot "listen" at all.
She dresses exquisitely; my wardrobe
is one might have been varied by 1T
is, but hadn't ought to be-"
She haunts me, follows me. No! she
does not follow me; she goes before,
and / never get there
hope that you do not know her
yet how I wish you did! She is my idea
of myself.
Among the young women who are re-
ceiving their education in Paris is
daughter of the Sultan of Turkey At
the school she attends she is the ex-
elusive occupant of a private pavilion
at one end of the grounds. She has
been seen there at rare intervals. She
was guarded by a tall, black man and
two fat women, who, when they per-
ceived anyone approaching the pavil-
ion, eagerly hid their charge from
view The woman principal of the es-
tablishment used to spend two hours
every morning in the mysterious re-
treat, while in the afternoon various
masters succeeded one another.
It seems that Abdul Hamid, Sultan
of Turkey, has taken it into his head
to make one of his daughters, at least,
acquainted with Western ideas. His
courage did not go so far, however,
as to let the child free among girls OF
her age, and most likely she will go
back to Constantinople total failure
and an unhappy creature. She learns
very quickly. they say, and everybody
could hear from the garden her fin
gers playing along the keyboard of
her plano, while her deep contralto
voice tried to sing French songs. She
has gone to the seaside for her holt
days, but she will return to Neutlly
next year, and her teachers hope TO
obtain for her a little more liberty and
free intercourse with the other pupils.
Max O'Rell has been writing some
interesting articles on matrimony. One
that recently appeared in the New
York Journal is as follows: An Amer
lean lady writes me from Minneapolis:
my husband and / are very much at
taehed to each other. We have been.
married nearly ten years, and, al
though we have had many little tiffs,
I may say that we never once had a
quarrel worth mentioning. His will is
much stronger than mine, but l am
perfectly sure that my head is clearer
IMAM MS. ne 10 dOSOANStAJ Nci lain thoA
| am led by him, but I believe that.
although he does not know it. IL Is
who lead him. Now. do you think this
is all as it should be?"
My dear lady correspondent, am
sure it is. When a man and a woman
both believe that each one leads the
other. take 1t for granted ii is the lady
who is right.
And IL. as l feel sure, you lead your
husband and he does not know IT,, al
low me to congratulate you most sim
cerely. You are a diplomatist full of
tact and consideration, marriage runs
no risk OF being a failure in your
hands, and Mr.. B. runs no risk OF be-
ing spoken Of as Mrs. BIS husband"
Yes, indeed. all this is as II should be.
A will, however strong IL may be, |
stands no chance against q clear head:
a strong will rs very often nothing but |
obstinacy; II is the clear-headed mem
Der Of the community who is wanted |
at the helm.
II two ride on horse, one must ride |
in front and the other behind. Cen |
orally speaking. the man should be In |
front. but this will depend not on rule, |
not even on disposition. but on actual |
capahliity.
II II IL the wife who has the greater |
perception the clearer head. the man \
may fquirm as much az he pleases. /
but the lady VIII lead, a. she deserves 4
70 DO. IN his interest az well % her /