Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-09-20
SARATOGA SECRETS.
The Dark Lining OF the silver
CIoud-Paint, Powder and Plump

The Dark Lining OF the SILVER
CIoud-Paint, Powder and Plump
ers. a. .,.-.
Correspondence of N. Y, Evening Mail.[
The gay season Of Saratoga is almost
over. Every day the trains whirl hun-
dreds away to their far-off and scattered
homes
The dark-eyed bellies of the sunny
South, the piquant, bewitching maidens
from the land which glows beneath the
setting sun, the staid daughters from
New England homes, and the stylish,
fashionable beauties Of the North, who
have gathered here like SO many butter
flies in search Of roses, who have each
striven to eclipse all others by their
wondrous toilets and bewilderihg charms
all these have furled their defiant little
flags, packed their trunks reluctantly,
whispered sad farewells to their despohd-
ent admirers, and fitted away like beau
tiful dreams to prepare for the winters
campaign. .n.
The beautiful dresses which have rus
tied luxuriously through the parlor and
along the piazza are ignominlously. en-
tombed in crowded trunks, and the jew
els which have flashed their liquid light
beneath the chandeliers, enhancing the
beauty of their wearers and dazzling the
eyes Of the beholders, are consigned to
blazing unseen within their dark caskets,
to emerge gloriously when some fitting
occasion shall offer, but no more to iilu-
mine the haunts Of Saratoga the pow
der boxes, rouge pots, extra puffs, curls,
Z e.. snh "a
BILE while traveling-are carefully stored
away in the darkest corner, enveloped in
many wrappings and shrouded in dread
full mysteryl
Did you ever meet and converse with
a lady whom at first glance you took to
be young and, perhaps, beautifully and
who, as You scanned her closely, seemed
to grow suddenly older, five years older
every minute that you talked with her,
until, if you were able to continue your
conversation with groi0ing horror for
one half an hour, you felt that you stood
before a woman old enough to be Methu-
selahs grandmother? Have you mo-
ticed that her strange accent while talk
ing was caused by the "pluinpers 7"
which she wore in her mouth to fill out
sunken cheeks2
Did you mark that her eyebrows were
false? that she could not call one hair Of
her elaborate chignon her own? that her
face was enameled to the last degree?
that her wrinkled neck and meager
shoulders were concealed beneath false
throat and bust OF sunny wbiteness and
false proportions, and that the place
where this artful contrivance was fast
ened was skillfully hidden by diamond
necklace2 Did you notice that her ele-
CANT dresses, which fit superbly, display
ing apparently a form Praxiteles
might worship we're so fashioned by
the cunning hand of the French modiSte
as to present the sylph-like figure of
sixteen rather than that of an octoge-
narian2 ......
If you have seen and noticed all this
you will have some true conception of
TIE dreadful secrets which some of those
Saratoga trunks convey from place
to place. Their worn and spectral owner
follows them anxiously, like specter in
search Of its substance and tremble to
think of the frightful consequences
which would ensue should that baggage
be lost f.f 4