The Savannah morning news., 1902-01-19

thief. AS l say, there was a combina-
ton of circumstances arrayed against
me; besides which L was severely han
dicapped by the fact that about the
only way to buy things sometimes is to
steal them.
Patti, the great singer, preserves her
beauty as follows:
Every morning she gets up at $3.50.
takes bath and short walk in her
gardens. At or a little after she eats
light breakfast, consisting of fruit
and rolls. While she is eating her
maids arrange her hair, and she looks
over her mail and determines on her
evening engagements. Then she writes
a few letters and practices a half hour
on scales. Only twice in thirty years
has she omitted this exercise.
AT II she is ready for a walk.
Weather has no terrors for her; rain
or shine, hot or cold, she ventures out
Just the same. When it is pouring she
can be seen in long macintosh, high
rubber boots and an old slouch hat on
her head, sauntering off for a few
miles walk; and when she walks. she
walks. She would put to shame young
girls trying to keep pace with her. She
does not pull her collar over her ears
to prevent the rain from beating on
her, she holds her face up and delights
to feel the rain streaming all over it.
She says: "That is how / keep my
fresh color-that is why there are no
wrinkles around my eyes nor creaSes in
my checks
after her walk she rests, and then
lunches in her conservatory. No coffee
tea or chocolate, or ice water. She
says that half the ills of American wo-
men can be traced to such things. She
avoids rich food. though fond of it.
After the dinner, which lasts an hour
ors, so she sings, dances or plays, and
at IL o'clock every night goes punctu-
ally to bed.
Mime. Patti is a fervent advocate of
fresh air; she revels in it. On fair
days she puts on a, short skirt and a
pair of thick, comfortable walking
shoes and tramps miles into the hills
and wales.
Although she allows no cards in her
house, she joins in all kinds of chill
drens games. There is exercise in
them, she declares, and that is what
the body needs. She avoids draughts,
but she can't get into the air often
enough. Cosmetics she abhors.
Out in Anaconda, Mont, a rosy,
healthy, buxom girl. fresh from her
fathers ranch, was making some pur-
chases for her approaching wedding.
In company with her mother, she en-
tered one of the principal stores of the
city. Neither she nor her mother made
any secret of the coming wedding or
the object of their shopping tour. 1t
was a great event in their lives and
they took the salesman in the general
store quite into their confidence.
"Ndw," said mamma, when they had
bought bill that was going to cost
papa many a fat steer, NOW we want
to look at some night gowns. We want
the very incest thing you've got" The
faithful salesman began to pull down
the stock. He exhibited all the pret-
test things he could find, but nothing
suited-the garments We're all too plain
and unornamental to suit the demands
of the mother and bride-to-be. There
are limitations to a COW town general
store stock, but there are resources as
well. The clerk was man of resources
and when almost at his wits end one
of his bright ideas came to him. Ex-
cusing himself for a moment he went
to another part of the store rum
mayed among the boxes and came
back with a gorgeous thing of lace and
insertion and filmy fabric.
"rhe very thing" declared mamma.
"Why didn't you show us that in the
first place?'
We'll you see. ma am" said he, II
forgot we had them in stock. We've
only got two of them, though. Do you
think they will do?'
"DoI' exclaimed the girl, "of course
they will do. They are just what we
wanted" So the clerk calmly added
200 per cent. to the cost price he found
on them, packed the garments in a
box and sent the mother and daughter
on their way rejoicing.
Say" said the salesman to the pro-
prietor when that gentleman came in
half an hour later. II sold them fun
eral shrouds that you got stuck with.
Sold 'em to a bride for her trousseau."
But the bride never knew,
Every women. 4 suppose. has mo-
ments when she wishes herself a man.
With most of US. says Dorothy Dix in
the New York Tribune, this is a chron-
ic state OF mind, for IL cannot be de-
MED that when fate dooms one to be
a woman. it deals the hapless victim
a ck-handed lick for which, in most
cases, 1t neglects to provide any ade-
quate compensation
To make things even, nature should
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