The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-03-09
WOMANS
WORLD.

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She is a dear little thing, says Clara
,oue in the Cincinnati Enquirer,
-a+tv and winsome, and in every re-
.ec+ adroitly feminine. AS that is
n inclusive it is hardly necessary to
Id that she has her full share of GU
r;oAtv. without which woman could not
=. ,Searded as perfect. Her outlook
ot rresent is joyously roseate, for she
hos lust become engaged to fine fell
low who is the managing partner of
. bic concern in the dry goods district.
Che went down to visit the establish
u,ent the other day, and, of course, it
r.as ioy to him to take her all over
.ba building and explain a multitude
If matters that she could not possibly
remember or understand. The visit was
made in the morning and so timed that
re- could take her out to luncheon af-
,srward. When the tour of the build
ing had been completed they went nto
tho office where he was busy for a few
Minutes with affairs of the concern.
George" she said, suddenly, what
are all those button on your desk for?''
He explained that they were annunci-
otors communicating with various de-
nartments of the building.
"Vhen | touch this one," he said,
,tbe foreman of the operating room
,,ju come to me. The next one calls
+be manager of the show ROOM" and
60 he went on, accounting for every
hutton in the row, until he came TO
tbe last Then, with a quizzical look,
he said: This button is a deep and
dark secret. 1t would never do to tell
what that is for"
"Ob" she protested, ''but you can
fell me. There must be no secrets be-
tween us"
Smilingly he held to his position. at
wouldn't do at ALL" he assured her.
Mice little women must not expect to
know too much about business mat
ters"
She pouted and was silent. Perhaps
she would have expressed some fur
ther desire to know the secret of the
mysterious button, but just then a
messenger came to call George away
for a few minutes. The dear girl was
left in the office alone. Her eyes were
fascinated by that last button. She
couldn't remember for the life of her
what the other buttons were for. but
she had been told and that satisfied
her To be forbidden to know what
this button did was humiliating and al
together intolerable. She edged her
chair closer, she put her gloved fin
ger softly on the button without press
ing it down. 1t felt like the others.
George had no right to- tease her in
this way. If he only hadn't said that
it was a secret she wouldn't have mind
ed so much. She wondered if she dared
TO find out that secret for herself?
She who hesitates, and so forth Down
went the button. On the instant a
racket and clangor broke out that
would have made her faint away with
fright if she had been that kind of
girl. Whistles blew, bells rang, and
there seemed to be a furious commo-
ton all over the neighborhood. The
poor girl wondered in extreme agita-
ton what she had done and what
George would say. She had a vague
idea of burglar alarms and she fore
saw the immediate descent of the en-
tire police force upon the building.
(. Whatever could she say to explain
things? Her blood ran cold and her
Il heart seemed to stop beating. She dared
not look at the glass door, but she
could not help seeing a rough-looxing
man approach and look in. To her in
finite relief he went away, but she had
a horrid dread of the exposure that
would follow as soon as Georgia knew
what had happened. While she was
4 at the hight of her apprehensive panic
4 George came in.
Now" said he, cheerily, "we'll go to
lunch"
Oh" she faltered, 1--WE done a ter
rible thing. 1 pressed that secret but
E ton"
q Her words were hardly audible, but
& what she said didn't seem to impress
4 George very deeply. He was struck,
81 however, by her manner, and he said
n Did you? Well-what in the world is
the matter?''
She couldn't explain, for her heart
81 got in her throat and choked her. THAT
n horrible Noise" she stammered.
"Noise?" he achoed. 81 didn't hear
any. That button summons the jani-
tor from the basement. Didn't he come
in?' She told him in broken accents
Of the rough man who had come to the
door. THAT was the janitor," he said,
and the noise you heard was the noon
signals given by all the steam whistles
and bells on the factory buildings in
the neighborhood" Then she felt bet
Ter, but ashamed? Well, rather.
Rev. w. H. Whittig is a preacher
Of the Society of Friends who lives on
farm near Washington, Ind. Up to
a short time ago, says the Chicago
Chronicle he was in the enjoyment
OF single blessedness, but he was not
Sausfied. He wanted a wife to share
ms joys and divide his sorrows. None
OF the young women of his vicinity
suited his fancy and so he applied to
matrimonial agency in Chicago for
uhe who should meet his require
inents She was found and proved to
pe lair, fat and forty-nine, a widow
VINO understood household cares and
would look after the comfort of him
sen and children. He forwarded a let
tT and she replied at once, giving her
aSuuFess as Emma Harden, with her
"oIne IN Harrison street.
Inc minister continued the CORE
spohdence and after few weeks she
consented to marriage, provided he
zane to Chicago after her. He replied
mat he would come as soon as he
could refurnish his home for her re-
Sepuon and new carpets, new chairs,
new curtains, with bric-a-brac, pic
lures and whatever else the old min
tsr could think of that might con-
M mute to her comfort were secured.
men he left for Chicago and after the
his bride.
Tor week all was contentment and
' uieh clouds began to gather. The wife
moHted to lease the farm and she
S%;aHted to do this and to do that, in
-Tct opposition to his quaker prin-
ples, and finally she left and he re-
uiled to his deserted home, a sadder