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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA, GEORGIA OCTOBER 14 1891
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•jbe Journalist.]
• „ ^reat deal of talk at pres-
™ r< .ivini? women the highest
eli tie” education in their girlhood,
poi >, remarks and conversations
‘“'felder heads thinking whether
seItD > a the very best thing.
or ,f 0t ,rical education is one thing and
F h r ! education is another
:, 'l heryou will believe it or not,
' - a something about quiet, ab-
the , r , e t studies that take away the de-
, riC f amassing money and property,
* >r :°e of looking forever upward
in i! h.irning pinnacle of ambition.
totb ? a curious complication of re-
E e thought that follows a season
I fl , nh study—a desire to be only a
rtudenlonly an appreciator a wish to
' be able to fight down pretentious in-
^''butsucb dreams are but dreams
ifhh^ that sleep are made of,” in-
Ldand idleness, and poverty too,
d nineteenth century women have
read and butter to earn generally if
ly work at all. A very little study-
nVis like biting at a new kind of
there is a temptation to eat it all
and iind out the whole make-up, or
leave it entirely alone and remain
blissfully ignorant.
jjutwe must accept these things
uitb as much submission as possible,
and all the patience we can bring to
bear upon our impatient minds and
bodies. For if a woman, that is a se
rious woman, has not her studies and
ber books she has only the spiritual
kingdom to delve into, and at times
mucb against ber will she gets tangled
up in its superstitious complications,
and longs for a little reason and a lit
tle science to help her out and bring
ber into the light.
Mrs. Edith Sessions Tapper bas
been dying around lately and adding
laurels to her crown.
Mrs. Tupper has written nearly a
dozen of splendid interviews within
as many days, and every one is a clear
and splendid story.
For industry, energy and marked
talent, one will have to travel many a
day to find a smarter newspaper wom
an than Mrs. Tupper.
Mrs. Caboon, who has done so much
for women during her reign as edi
tress of the woman’s page of the Re
corder, has decided to take a short va
cation in Chicago, where she will visit
the World’s Pair.
Mrs. Caboon is a fearless writer and
also a fearless conversationalist. Long
before she came East and took up
newspaper work in New York she had
won renown as a lecturer and writer
upon woman’s topics in the West.
Mrs. Caboon’8 charm is her earnest
ness and sincerity,two qualities which
combined with incessant training are
warranted to mould a genius.
Graceful Miss Julia Opp, who some
time ago made her debut in newspa-
perdom, 1 understand is to make a
specialty of interviewing the artists
this winter. Miss Opp has been
brought up in the sphere of art and
can use the brush skillfully herself,
bbewill certainly write some very in
teresting and sparkling articles on art
matters which all womankind will be
glad to read. Her work will be pub-
lished in the Recorder.
" hat a graceful article appeared in
the Herald a few days ago about the
beautiful Miskel, that’s what she is
called now the beautiful Miskel. One
^ad and re-read the poetic artistic in
terview with heightened interest. I
have had the pleasure of seeing Miss
Miskel, and all the others who have
grant her the golden apple for the
n 'neteenth century beauty. She is
without doubt one of the most beau-
,1 women to look at the American
I'tage has been graced with for some
time.
In my correspondence last week I
cceived a letter from a metropolitan
f ev ^ 9 P a Per woman anent the thieving
j ldea3 by feminine friends. I can
g J ve no advice about such things save
, repeatal of an old thought which
ponies to my mind; “Nothing can be
'ore dangerous than a friend without
discretion.”
R is reported by one who ought to
now that our fair Mrs. Atherton is to
ar ry. it will be pleasant news to
J friends. Her future hus-
Q d, I hear, is a well-known news
paper man of ability. He is to be con-
g atulated, for Mrs. Atherton is
, , rtai piy one of the few generous and
oeral-minded authoresses of the
; Her mind has room for every-
9r u . n & and everybody’s ideas. Artifice
‘Prejudice are unknown to her.
u ? a * 9 every woman is Uappier in a
,,;. e of completeness Mrs. Atherton’s
lUre seems full of brightness.
hr)' it; is t0 about a
ight woman laying aside her pen
°en she marries. If any woman
does this the act proves her inability
and incapacity to have become great.
None hut those who know and feel the
r espoosibilities taken upon the mind by
writing the merest line in the most
remote, unknown and uncared-for
publication should assume the position
of author, editor, poet or reporter.
The first reason for entering the lit
erary or newspaper world should be
to add to it by at least appreciation,
energy and undying loyalty. Mer
cenary motives should have no place
wituin such boundaries. It is because
there are so many who are writing
for the money there is in it that im
provement, art and culture are lost
sight of in the race to accumulate
money.
A person who naturally takes a pen
to express his or her thoughts cannot
break off such a habit by any experi
mental speculation of any social law
or by the change of the modes of liv
ing. If, however, the art of writing
has been affected and assumed, it must
be a relief to bid it adieu, for truly
but for those who love to write there
must be very little in it.
Young writers are afraid to express
their deepest thoughts for fear of se
vere chastisement, and they have such
meager respect for some of the super
ficial thoughts of their confreres that
they care little what their conversa
tions or correspondence with them
may be. Only energy and industry
can combat the all-powerful and grow
ing influences, bluff and advertise
ment.
London ladies seem to have been
thrown into the greatest consterna
tion at the recent appointment of a
number of lawyers to register the
deeds of married women.
Margherita Arlina Hamm.
Bo 'Women Knowl
or
That if cut glass water bottles
decanters get dim or “furred” inside
they should be cleansed with a little
muriatic acid, and then rinsed very
thoroughly in clear, cold water. The
acid will remove oil stains or impuri
ties, leaving the glass clear and bril
liant.
That glass or china that is gilted
even that kind which is thought most
durable—must he gently washed in
hot water, rinsed in cold, and set to
drain. It should never be rubbed
with a cloth. After it is rinsed, earn
ed down and drained and dried, if not
perfectly clear, it should be gently
wiped with a thin, soft cloth or silk,
kept for that and no other purpose,
Rubbing or attempting to polish will
very soon injure the gilding.
That, if the gilding on glass or china
becomes tarnished, a little whiting or
a chamois skin may be used, but very
gently.
That nothing will give snch a polish
to glass, even the finest, as slightly
moist newspaper to wash it and dry
newspapers to give it the finishing
touches.
That * simple toys are the best for
very little children. Empty spools
threaded on & string, or a basket of
clothespins are a perfect mine of
pleasure.
That babies should be given frequent
changes of position as well as occupa
tion, to keep them good and well
amused.
That mothers should never allow
their children to be teased, or as they
put it “plagued,” by other children or
by grown people who should know
better, but do not.
That, if parents expect children to
be courteous and polite, they must
treat them with courtesy, and also
must set the example by courteous
treatment of each other.
Lobiter Cutlets.
Separate the fat and the coral of a
boiled lobster and chop the meat very
fine. Rub it finer with a wooden
spoon, moisten it with a teaspoonful
of melted butter and cream enough to
make it all wet; add a handfull of fine
bread crumbs, season with mace, salt
and pepper (red and white); make it
into shape, roll in egg and cracker,
dust and boil in hot fat; now make a
sauce of the green and white fat, with
the coral robbed very fine, so as to
give color, and smooth it with a table
spoonful of butter; season with mace
and pepper. Have a gill of drawn
butter in a tin dish inside of a pan of
water, stir the lobster mixture into
the drawn batter; heat it hot, but do
not let it boil; add the juice of half a
lemon the last thing; put the cutlets
in a hot dish and pour the sauce over
them. This is a very fine dish.
The great cave in the Black Hills region
is said to be fifty-two miles long, and con
tains nearly one thousand five hundred
rooms, some two hundred feet high having
been opened. There are streams, water
falls and thirty seven lakes one of which
is an acre in extent. The cave is six
thousand feet above sea level, and four
hundred feet below the earth a surface.
AN AUTUMN BRlAKfAST.
Delicate aa« Simple Dill of Vara for
the Young Housekeeper.
Young housekeepers are apt to be
perplexed at times as to the ordering
of the meals, writes Juliet Corson in
the October Ladies’ Home Journal. It
is for them, and for other house
keepers as well, that the following
recipes are given.
The breakfast may include:
Mackerel with maitre d’hotel butter.
Potatoes stewed with cream.
Hot egg bannock.
French breakfast coffee.
While the fire is burning begin the
preparations for breakfast by beating
coffee, roasted in the bean, with just
enough sweet butter to make it glossy
—a piece as large as a coffee bean is
enough for each tablespoonfnl, four
tablespoonfuls, as ordinarily ground,
for each quart of water. After the
coffee is put to heat make the ban
nock, and when that is in the oven
grind the coffee; put it in the coffee
pot with a pint of cold water and let
it gradually reach the boiling point;
lift it from the fire for a moment to
check the heat, and then replace it
and let it just reach the boiling point
several times. Meantime boil a pint
of milk; the hot milk and the coffee
are to be poured simultaneously into
the cups.
The egg bannook is made by sifting
together a cupful of flour, an even
teaspoonful of salt, a saltspoonful of
white pepper, and a heaping teaspoon
ful of baking powder; beat three eggs
to a froth; stir them into the flour,
and then stir in about a half pint of
milk, enough to make a batter thick
enough to support a drop let fall from
the mixing spoon; pour this batter
into a buttered spider, cover it witn a
buttered tin cover or pie plate, and
bake it over a gentle fire, shaking the
pan and adding a little batter if the
bannock sticks; when it is light
brown on the bottom slip it off on the
cover and return the uncooked side to
the pan; when both sides are brown
it will be ready.
After the bannock is put over the
fire, lay a large salt mackerel, skin up,
in a pan of cold water over the fire; as
often as the water heats replace it
with cold, changing it until the fish is
fresh enough; meantime squeeze tne
juice of a lemon and chop a table
spoonful of parsley fine, or soak some
dried parsley and mix them with a
heaping tablespoonfnl of butter, and
after the mackerel is drained spread
this butter over it and serve it on a
hot dish. When the fish has been pat
on peel and ohop some cold boiled
potatees, put them over the fire with
enough milk to cover them, salt, pep
per and butter to taste, and heat them,
stirring often, until tne other dishes
are ready.
A Thankful Writer.
“Lord make us thankful for what
we are about to receive.” That’s what
brother said this morning at the
breakfast tablet
I mentally noted the things that I
bad to be thankful for, and the words
made me smile; but he did not see me
—he who has just about the same as
I have.
We eat breakfast by lamp-light, and
burning the lamps two nights does
not help their brilliancy, and to make
matters worse, last night one of them
adopted the reprehensible habit of
smoking.
All this seems very trifling to you
who are not obliged to do all things
yourself. But that is only one of the
things that I count among my bless
ings. Then, being Monday, I must
not only pick up the clothes, but wash
them, cook dinner, wash dishes, hut I
must commence my fall sewing. I
don’t have many moments to sew for
the cows are in the far pasture now,
and I will have to let down the bars
for them. Don’t yon see how mnch
there is to be thankful for?
So many will say, “you should be
thankful for having these cows, this
home and all your minor possessions.
If it did not take the surplus to pay
taxes I could work with some heart.
Most of the people in this big world
work for their victuals and clothes.
Their | “property” is a snare and a de
lusion. About the time “the install
ment plan” gives them titles they
must begin to repair, and the old song
commences at the first verse over
again.
Some times it seems better if I did
not know how to read. Then my sur
plus (?) would be invested in tawdry
finery and 1 would be happy trying to
cut, the neighbor girls out of the
patronizing attention of Mr. Carroll.-
He is big and blustering, owns a place
and goes to Vicksburg to enjoy his
vacation. O, the bliss of it! lam too
mnch overcome to finish this time. In
the language of Mrs. Parven, “More
anonymously.”
Clarissa Johns.
THIS CAVERN QUEEN.
OOHTIHUMD FROM SECOND FAOM.]
She looked at him in a staring, be
wildered way.
“I do not know,” she answered, with
a touch of haughtiness in her voice
“It is gone,” she added, presently.
“Gone! What do you mean?”
It was the countess who answered
“She can not tell you anything
more; the trance is off of her. She
can only see these things when it is
on.”
“Can’t she throw herself into it
again? She must!” cried Norman
impetuously, stretching out his hand
to arrest Madame Nevo, who was turn
ing away. Erma stopped him, putting
back his hand with her own.
“You can hear no more to-night,”
she said. “Another time we may sat
isfy your curiosity.”
The scorn in her voioe stung him
and recalled him to himself.
“Of course, you had her break off
that way to tantalize my curiosity,”
he said, carelessly. “Well, the tantal
izing will not amount to much. I know
too well that it is all a humbug. The
first prediction was at fault. If
ever I marry, my wife will not be a tall
woman.”
“Which remains to be seen,” the
countess answered. “True, we know
a fair-haired maid whose sylph-like
shape rises but little above that of the
Venus of Medicis, but she is not even
your promised bride as yet, and may
never be, for
“ ‘There’s many a slip
’Twixt the cup and the lip.’
She sung the words, twanging the
mandolin that still lay aoross her lap
Her lids flashed np, and darting a
glance at him, half arch, half mali
cious, she said:
“In Spain they have another pro
verb which runs:
“Be not sore of your bird in the thicket
green ;
It is near, bat a snake may coil between.”
In physical education Dr. Lather Galick
argues that by exercising certain muscles
it is possible to develop certain sections of
the brain. His argument has special ref
erence to feeble minded persons, whose
mental condition, in his opinion, might be
improved by the right kind of muscular
exercise.
He looked keenly into her beautifnl,
baffling face.
‘Are you the snake?” he asked.
“Your eyes at this moment have the
baleful charm of the serpent’s.”
She answered nothing, but smiling
at him with her eyes, she began to
play. He looked at her, hesitated,
then sat down by her on the divan.
As she played, he let his eyes wander
over her forehead with its rings of
silky black hair—over her neck and
ivory globes of her shoulders, seen
through the slashings of the loose
sleeves.
Presently he saw her white throat
begin to swell, like the bud of a lily
about to burst into bloom, and she
commenced in a low, minor key, a love
song—an impassioned, half-hopeless
appeal.
They were virtually alone. Madame
Nevo was now as unconscious as she
had seemed. She was asleep. For
time she had nodded over the knit
ting that still went on, now and then
opening her eyes to smile encourag
ingly at the parrot and knit vigorous
ly for a moment, then nodding again
At last the knitting dropped on
her lap, her head lay back upon the
violet velvet enshions, and she slept
peacefully. The parrot tacked its top-
knot under its gaudy wing and slept
also. The two on the sofa were the
only ones awake in the room so filled
with languorous perfume and soft
sensnons melody.
Drawn irresistibly to her, Norman
leaned nearer; his breath stirred the
curls on her forehead. When she had
finished her song, her band dropped
listlessly upon the strings. He took
it into his hot clasp, and held it
tightly.
“Yon thrill me! ” he said. “At this
moment you remind me of the first
woman I ever loved.”
“Am I like her? ”
“Not in shape or in coloring, and
you are but little like her in feature.
The resemblance is more subtle. You
are more beautiful than she was. Her
face and figure were thin—unformed.
She was very young. Yon are dark;
she was fair, with a cloud of pale-gold
hair that always seemed to have a
wind in it. She had not yonr grace,
but she had the strange drawing power
that is so strong in you.”
“And you were drawn to her—you
loved her ? ”
“Yes, until she made me bate her—
almost.”
“How? ”
“By loving me too mnch.”
“Ah! you hated her because she
loved too mnch—too long? That is
the man’s way.”
“It is the man’s nature; he was
made so. But some woman, as Goethe
says, ‘are not lovely when they love.’
This one loved me with a fierce, pan-
therisb passion that had no rest in it.
She was watchful and jealous.”
“It is likely she had cause to be.”
“Perhaps; but she ought to have
had sense enough to hide it, not to
tire me with reproaches and suspi
cion.”
“What became of her?”
“Her fate is not edifying.”
“Never mind that. Tell me what
became of her?”
“We parted. She hunted me up and
found me. In a fit of jealous passion
she stabbed me. I shall bear the scar
to my grave; indeed, the wound oame
near putting me there.”
“And she?”
“She killed herself.”
There was a silence of half a min
ute. The soft snoring of Madame Ne
vo and the quick beating of Erma’s
heart were alone heard in the per
fumed, dimly-lighted room. Then the
countess said, low:
“She lies in a^suicide’s grave. Her
memory is tainted with shame. You
ride on the top wave of success and
favor. Such is the justice the world
metes out to women.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I oan not help the world’s way/’ he
said. “Women know all this. They
should guard ^against it. Why are
they so ready to]throw themselves in
men’s arms—as this one threw herself
in mine?”
“What was she but a girl—roman
tic, passionate-hearted, as you said.
And you—you deceived her?”
He did not answer.
“Yon deceived her,” she went on.
“If you had married her and been true
to her the end might have been dif
ferent.”
“Marry her? Young as I was, I
was not foolhardy enough fa marry a
woman of her type. What could I
have hoped from her as a wife? A
man wants a woman to bring peace
and grace to his home—a tame dove,
not a wild hawk.”
“Hawks of old were tamed by kind
ness, and made more useful than
doves. If you had made her your
wife she might have repaid your trust
and molded herself to your wish.”
“Perhaps,” he answered, and then
looked down, his face darkening with
gloomy thought. “Enough of this!”
he said, when he looked up, the in
stant after. “It is too late to specu
late on what might have been. It’s
an episode I never recall if I can help
it. You brought it up by your unde-
flnabie likeness to this girl. Poor
wretch! she loved me as no^ other
woman ever will, and if— But no mat
ter. It’s too late! Where’s your
Burgundy?”
He poured out a full glass of the
wine and drank it.
“If it was a draught from Lethe and
could make one forget!” he said.
He pushed the hair off his forehead,
as though the light looks weighed on
his brain. She saw the lines on his
brow, the pain in his eyes. A quick
impulse moved her impetuous soul.
She laid her hand on his arm, and
leaned her face nearer to him.
He looked with some surprise into
her softened eyes, and then, without
speaking, he pat his arm around her
and drew her to him.
[TO BB CONTINUED.]
Women Everywhere.
There are at present no less than
423 women students in Paris. Of
these 123 study medicine, divided nat
ionally as follows: French, 22; Rus
sian, 95; Roumanian, 4; English, 2;
Servian, 2; Bulgarian, 2, and 1 each of
Turkish and German.
Mrs. Hodgson Burnett has a pug
dog, whose corpulent proportions ren
der him no longer the parlor orna
ment he was in the days of his puppy-
hood. Among other gearing of value
possessed by the petted animal is a
collar of rhinestones which sparkle
with every movement of the wearer’s
head.
A pretty old French custom, which,
within the past few seasons, has been
revived at several prominent society
weddings, is for the groom to give the
bride on the marriage day her first in
stallment of pin money in a purse made
of a tiny silk stocking. This initial
allowance is in gold coin.
The mistress of Bulwer Lytton’s old
house, Knebworth House, is an Amer
ican who has recently became known
to novel readers as “Irene Osgood.”
She is Mrs. John Cleveland Osgood,
formerly Miss Belote of Virginia.
Like many other Virginians, she is of
American descent, and her English
blood tells in her love of sports. Her
husband is an American with large
western interests.
The oldest flute in the world is
made of the thigh bone of a sheep,and
was found in a tomb on the Nile.
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