The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1875-08-05

CLARA MORRIS AT SEA.

CLARA MORRIS AT SEA.
A Leading Lady On ship Board
"A study 0f Gcct-A Great Act.
ress In . New Part.
ITO the Editor Of the New York Graphic
Ar SEA, July 2d.-Yes, l am a,
sea in every sense Of the word, men.
tally as we'll IS physically. For six
days and nights have been living on
my back, dividing my time between
drinking champagne and wondering
why, il the name Of all the saints, |
ever promised to write you letter.
But did promise, and although do
not possess little hatchet, yet will
not lie. So with uncertain hand, and
= more uncertain stomach, under.
take to put on paner the few events
that % far have come under my OBJ
servations.
have been too sick to get on deck
often, but one day l, following Mrs.
Chicks advice, "made an efforI, and
managed to mount one-half the com.
panion- way, whore l dropped upon
the sofa facing the stairs. Lying with
half-closed eyes, became aware Of a
strange and wonderful pair Of feet
bearing down upon me. My position
did not allow more of view of the
descending individual than the part
of the person that exists below the
knee.
This fact Of limited vision added
to the strange appearance Of the ap-
preaching feet. There was suspic-
ion of . certain nationality in the
breadth and thickness Of sole, the Law
ish generosity in hob-nails. and the
roll Of sock between the top of the
shoe a0d the hem of the trousers
Heaven! thought I,should the steam
er give = lurch, and those mighty feet
fly out, taking me for their tsrget, who
comfort my weeping friends at home ?
Two steps more, aud the cut and col.
or Of the trousers proved the nation
ality of the feet, and as they disap-
peared | murmured to myself that
sBritons never should be slaves"
Immediately following came anoth-
er pair Of feet, that needed but one
glance to convince rue that the owner
was sick-so sick. No woman sound
in mind and body would ever have
dragged on her stockings in way
that made her legs look like gimlets
stuck in watermelon seeds. These
feet scurried down stairs with reck
less rapidity that suggested a gasping
cry for basin. Afterward appeared
two long thin feet ornamented with
bunions about the size Of rutabaga
turnips. These descended one BY
one, and then came to q pause for
further reflection. The feet had ev-
identity lost the confidence of the head
and they knew it. There seemed, too.
. difference Of opinion between them
One ru'abaga was disposed TO contin-
ue the descent, while the other want
ed to 60 up. After discussion of n
distracted sort, in which the head was
in vain appealed to, the inharmonious
pair came shambling down. This last
specimen Of seasickiess had scarcely
disappeared before the entire com.
panion-way was dsrkened and a pair
Of fat prunella CATERS heaved in sight
The tops of these shoes were modest.
" concealed BY white drapery OF
about the length and fuilness Of an
old-fashIoned bed valance.
Looking at these heelass, foS-toed
number sevens, sick as | was, could
not help repeating:
"Grcst was the size of them,
Fal, lal, ial'
Would YOU give fifty cents fora hne photo,
graph of ,hems
Fal, lsl, lal!"
My entertainment was varied by
groups of male extremi,ies that came
down noisilv. One getleman was af-
flicted with jail-bird heels another
had ten little round nubs across the
toes of his boots, and that meant
corns; and yet another must have had
teeth in his boots, for the hem of his
trowsers was entirely gnawed away
behind.
Just as the last batch of feet disap-
peared | heard little swash of skirts.
and, dancing down the steps, they
came, dainty ancles, arched insteps,
boots fitting like gloves. Hurrah,
American feet, by the gods.
Pope has said the noblest study of
"man is man." but a study of his
booted or shod extremities is neither
ennobling nor comforting to one suf.
fering from seasickness. AS there was
nothing else upon which to rest the
eyes l had myself led back to number
one, and, tumbling into lower berth,
gave myself up to champagne and the
throbbing of the boat.
Of course, you know Kate Field is
on board. She pervades the whole
ship, walks about fifteen knots day,
sings like bird everv evening, and
makes herself generally aggravating
to young woman Of about my size,
who happens to be afflicted with a
lively stomach that leaps and gambols
like frisky kid at play. The only
moment of real Joy ! have known
since l came on board was about an
hour ago, when ! heard that Kate
Field was sawful sick.' | am mean
enough to wish every one was sick :
no, | take that back. That poor, lone
ly, frightened looking girl, who shiv-
ers all day long on deck-I don't
wish her to be sick. It's such sad
little story. Her mother died years
ago. Her brother, fine, stalwar,
Young fellow, kissed her gno1-by one
morning, and with smile and mer
ry speech ON his lips started off to II
fair. That evening when they brough,
him home to her there were neither
smile nor speech on his whitened
lips, only the ugly little hole in his
breast told the story-shot to death
She has never recovered from the
shock; the doctors say she has hear,
disease, and have recommended this