The Savannah morning news., 1901-11-10

ure her presence creates is not due
solely to the fact that she has money
to give away. but to the general good.
nature that follows in her track. In
short, she is good to look upon, and
you freeze to her on the spot, although,
of course, the rules of the establish
ment forbid favoritism in service, no
matter whether the diner be a philan-
thropist, or a miser.
Most women, even when they do
tip, tip lightly, as If they were afraid
of hurting somebody A few. however
the kind just spoken of-disdain the
ten or twenty cent limit. and slide
over a coin that fairly burns your
fingers. Another funny thing about
women is that no matter how stingy
they may be themselves. they like to
see a man do the proper caper with
restaurant attendants, and every time
a man tightens his pursestrings to-
ward us he let's himself down a notch
in her estimation. This holds good
with particular force when the man
is a friend, not husband. So you see,
women serve a purpose in the economy
of restaurant, after all, for although
they may be personally as tight as
the bark on a tree. they spur the men
on to generous contributions"
Many WE'LL born English women have
gone into trade in recent years. and
most of them have made a. success of
1t, though the venture may have cost
them social prestige.
One of the courageous company, says
the New York Sun, has done so we'll in
business that she is to retire from
active work this fall. though she will
keep an interest in the business which
has been made into corporation.
1t is a nice little story, that of Mrs.
Jack Cummings success. She came of
good old Guernsey family of French
extraction. Everyone expected her to
make a brilliant marriage.
She chose an acknowledged detrimen-
tai. Jack Cummings. Ills family was
all that could be desired. He was
handsome and an all around good fell
low. but the young couple was uncom-
promisingly, If cheefully, poor.
After a few years, the husbands
father died, leaving the property to his
son, who paid up succession duties.
etc, and then found he had nothing to
live on.
Here was where the woman's part of
the story began. She said she could
make money and she proved it.
She opened the family house in Lon
don as a dressnaking and millinery
esta blishment. The place had been the
home of the old Hogarth Club. and
was Iull OF Ine ola tapestries, IuEDi-
ture, elaborate carvings. beautiful cell
ings.
From the walls, a long line of IL
lustrious ancestors looked down at a
member of the family tactfully selling
gorgeous gowns and marvellous con-
fections.
There was an assumed name over
the door. So much was conceded to the
ancestors. but the name didn't imply
any effort at concealment, or any false
shame.
Mrs. Cummings superintendent every
thing. She gave each customer her
personal attention. She made her
gowns a fad.
Society howled, went from curiosity.
saw. and was conquered. The dress
maker was serenely Indifferent to criti-
cism and absorbed in her art Many or
the smart set not only bought her
gowns and hats but kept her friend
ship.
She set her husbands estate on its
feet. refined the threadbare family
pocket sold out at big profit, keeping
an interest in the business, and has
gone back to her old domestic and
social life.
1t would bother the aggressive
American business woman to better the
record of that mild-mannered blonde
English cousin.