The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-07-28

the sun, after which they are ironed
upon a heavy pad, thus bringing out
the figures very distinctly.
Mrs. Klopf is known as the little wo-
man who never tires" She begins her
days work at o'clock in the morning,
and it is far into the night before her
tasks of the day are finished.
1t began, says the Smart Set, by the
literary girl sending what she thought
was a joke to the editor of the comic
monthly.
He promptly returned it with single
word scrawled across it in blue pencil
odd"
so are you" she answered by postal
the same day.
do you think so?" he scrubbed I'M
der a photo of himself that he sent to
her.
Not at ALL" came the shy answer,
after she had admired its good points.
Are you?" Evidently this editor
wanted to know things.
What woman is?" was the enigma
tic sentence on the postal.
prove it." This young editor was
nothing if not insistent.
Here it's" And the photographs of
some literary girls are not half bad.
VERY fine" was as much as he dar-
ed to say by postal.
Same to you" And the girl thought
the queer mail closed.
why don't you write at length?"
Cant"
Am otherwise engaged"
ITO whom?"
my future husband, you silly! Ny
postals have given out. Goodbye"
A Woman to a Lover
Why do you say 1 must not love you,
dear,
Because you faird so often, and must
fail?
1 watch you hurrd like Icarus from
the sky
Your futile wings esay'd, without
tear.
Not heav'n's disastrous thunder.
wind and hail,
But only low ambition love must fear;
l love you still because your aim was
high.
Are we not pilgrims in the world to-
gether?
Is my untutor'd heart exempt from
That makes your soul the sport of cir
cumstance?
drift too often like drifting feather,
Blown ev'ry way by diff rent winds,
to call
Your deeds to judgment, when doubt
slips her tether,
And dull inaction binders thoughts
advance.
o not because you were the perfect one
dreamed of when my life was at it's
spring
Did all the love dover you with leap
forth!
No hero standing god-like in the sun
Could mold me-but, ali God! the
broken wing
And pure, worn face-the heart with
hopes undone,
Yet struggling heavenward still
knew their worth.
And now you shall not in your ang-
uish miss
Forever words of comfort, touch of
hands
Not all unskilrd your hurts to soothe
and bind;
Nor, on your mouth, woman's tender
kiss.
Because you falrd-be sure love I'M
derstands!-
Thrust often to the desprate abyss,
Yet keeping an unvanquishable mind.
From the Pail Mall Gazette.
A dign1f1ed young woman, says the
Baltimore News. came down in the ele-
vator in one of the citys snartest ho-
tells yesterday and started into a cor,
ridor, which was filed with people. To
the unobservant eye of the elvator boy
she was correctly attired in blue as to
waist and white as to skirt. White
skirts worn with colored waists do not
form a dress combination often seen
at this hotel, but it's not the elevator
boys place to reason why, so he let
her go without remonstrance, even
though two long pieces of tape fioated
! from her waistband.
But just as the girl neared a group
of men in the corridor an elderly wo-
man placed a OBTAINING hand on her
arm. My dear" she said. MY dear,
haven't you left off piece of your ap-
parel?"
The girl gave a startled glance down
ward; then she looked around and
caught the commiserating glance OF
the elevator boy as he went skyward,
and then she made a dash for the
stairs and went up them two at a
time, exactly as she had been taught
in her childhood che must NOT do