The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-06-15

AiaA do~S not Ike TO De loved TOO
solemnly; whereas 1 think a woman
builds within her hear. an altar to an
unknown god, and leaves her happisst
hour to steal away and worship. .
Masculine tenderness is said to re-
spond TO tears. l do not fnd il so.
Hather, l should say, that a mans de-
Nouon FADES under salt water like a
bathing suit, proving unserviceable in
the very element for which ii is sup
posed to be adapted. / begtn
10 feel now, as l used to do before we
were married, that woman must not
expect TOO much of a man; she must
not expect him TO understand; she
must remind herself that he is a man
and cannot. For a time we have been
one you and /. Men are so
busy and so insolently strong. There
Is something cruel in their physical
freedom. sensible middle
aged woman once told me that she and
her husband came to the brink of a
divorce over the first house they built
tthey are rather an unusually happy
coupled and that the only way she
prevented the catastrophe was by say.
ing Have it all your own way: l will
not express another wish about this
house." Yet they lived in it comforta-
bly, for fifteen years. Some
thlng OF the bondage of maidenhood
seems to remain in a wife, kind of
impossihility-l do not know how to
express it-a power not herself which
makes for silence, the terrible law
which takes from a womans love even
mat which 1t hath, and forbids her to
WOO even her own husband.
Why IS it that color means something
less to me than it used to do? Once /
should have responded to the tinting
d.
every nerve. Now. somehow, 1t does
not seem to matter very much. l sup
pose that is physical, too. Most things
are to women. Who said, There is a
SPIRITUAL body?" Paul. l suppose. New
ertheless, there is philosophy as sound
as 1t is subtle in those five words.
Some time ago delicate though ar
tistic girl of Naples, Ida Rizzi by
name, saw a photograph of Queen
Helena in which her majesty was rep
resented in a, thoughtful mood.
Straightway she conceived the idea of
painting a portrait of her sovereign
and OF identifying it with a smile,
which was wholly lacking in the pho
tograph.
This she did, and when her work was
finished she sent it to the Queen with
these words; May her majesty smile
in this manner all her life"
few days later the child became
seriously ill and the physicians decid-
ed to perform an operation on her.
Meanwhile the queen had learned who
mad sent the painting and the result
was that few hours before the fixed
time for the operation DR.. Quirico. the
court physician, entered Ida Rizzi's
home with instructions from the queen
TO take the hest possible care of her.
Soon after him came the Countess
Guicciardini, one of the Queens ladies
In waiting. with large box of beauti-
ful presents, among them being boxes
of choice paints. brushes, engravings.
a jeweled brooch ard a fine portrait of
little Princess Yolande, below which
were written some kindly words by the
Queen herself.
Some few months ago a young ma
iron telephoned to one OF the young
men she knew, who is connected with
a large insurance firm, asking him to
write policy covering her new house
hold effects.
Don't tell Dick" she asked. ct want
to surprise him. He really thinks ]
have no business head at ALL"
The young man assented and issued
the policy. He waited considerable
time for the payment of the premium
His friendship for the young woman
caused him to resist sending the bill
but he finally did So The recipient
complained bitterly to an acquaintance
who is considera bic of a wag, and he
readily encouraged her In her ideas.
Now, really" she said, wrinkling her
pretty brows, this bit of paper costs
next to nothing. l could have written
it myself"
Yes" said he, "but If you have a
fire the company will have to pay the
loss"
"Well." she suggested, "let them de-
duct what they say owe them. Then
they won't be out anything"
There has been a dreadful misunder-
standing at the Rosebud Birdies-all
I but a scandal. There are many ac-
counts, says Clara Belle in her New
York letter to the Cincinnati Enquirer,
all agreeing in the main and all ending
in scene in which she asserted herself.
She drew herself up to her full hight,
according to the several narrators, her
blue eyes flashed through the tears
that started to their lashes, her little
hands clenched.
You have wounded me-" she said,
her voice quivering.
Should he not have taken warning /?
Three months ago, when he was still
sutton for the little hand now doubled
into pink rebellion, would he not have
been warned? How swift the change
nlatrimony makes.
Wounded, deary! I'm sorry, I'm
sure" he half scoffed.
She gained a mutinous sixteenth OF
an inch in hight. Sorry! like thatl
Down on your knees, sir, and say SOL"
SfnFad a her oYaH mn rad
"Great Scott!'
II mean it!'' she painted. ION your
knees and say you are sorry"
A smothered, but naughty, word
broke from his dry lips, and his eyes
stretched. She stamped her foot, and
unclenched one hand to point out the
special spot at which he should kneel.
Then 1t suddenly burst upon her that
she could never bear to live with a
man who, after marriage, had gone
down on his knees to her Her heart
stopped. The deadlock was as clear to
him as to her. He couldn't do it, yet
she meant it! Their future trembled
in the BALANCED Suppose he should do
leave it to him! Suppose he should re-
fuse? She would have to kill him.
Suppose she gave in? Neveri
Don't you know you ought tor" she
gasped.
He clutched the straw.
"Of course" he admitted, with en-
thusiasm, land you are perfectly will
ling to! Sure?"
Her heart thumped audibly but he
had caught on.
Then" sobbed she. throwing her
arms about his neck, "then-you
needntn'