The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1880-11-12

New York Graphic.

l visited my milliner yesterday. wanted
a plain fall bonnet, and asked to see some.
She tool1 me around to bewilder'ng hot
house Of flowers Of all seasons, fruits Of every
nation, and birds of every cline. She said:
"lf madam will allow, will suggest a
most exquisite bonnet of beaded silk,
trimmed with fruit and garnet beetles. 1t
will be very becoming to madam's style.
The artistic effect is so sweetly beautiful, and
if madam has aesthetic tastes, as / am sire
she has, it will enchSnt her. 1t is what
Whistler would call symphon2 in natural
history. II is poem in color, song in
material"
Gha, was the bonnet for me. told her 10
bring it. She did. II looked ut the fret
glance Ike q dccsyed basket of yegeta bes
with hundreds Of barnyard flies running
over, but closer inspection proved it to be
what she said, 4 "symphony," inasmuch rs it
was composed Of some funny combinations.
On it were three winter spuashes, q gherkin,
two cherries flor bright color), and seventeen
full-grown cockroacles, all apparently pros
hatch more. | should say that cockrosch is
the vulaar for garnet beetles.
concluded that | would prefer poems
inside than outside my bead, and start on
the hunt for (metaphorically speakng) a
sermon in prose in tho way of bonnet, but
they are all "wergin' on poetry" for on each
and all found the same collection of bugs
and beasts, fruit and vegetables, and one dear
cunning little cbipmunk on an other an owl
and on many more Lizards and other eptiles,
to say nothing of several with horseshoes in
miniature and other absurdities. | labored
all the afternoon, and ut last In state border
| ing on insanity took bonnet with full
grown pumpkin vine on it, with howers,
but no fruit. | thought my head might
possibly fill that important mission.
was fred with aesthetic aspirations in the
way of dress, for found that for ones
whole happiness and delight one must be
artistic or nothing in the way of dress. |
wanted it for the first party of the season.
Monsieur said:
"Madame is demi-brunet, and oh, 10 bon
heur frail (he meant thin), and therefore it
dress for madame. In must be exquisite, q
thing Of beauty u creation Of high art, a
symphony in silks
Symphony is new word in the dress
makers art, fancy, but it is so expressive
that it somehow takes away your breath and
makes you think YOU are going TO be trans
| ported to seventh heaven of all delight and
become the envy Of your sex So blindly
followed his arguments as he threaded
| through the intrlcacies of his art, and at last
| did not know whether my dress was to be
more material than woven uist and golden
sunbeams or not All can distinctly re-
member that had t.ngible sound was "foli.
age"
left .hero and went home bewil6ered, but
still serene in the consoi BUSINESS that monsieur
knew what was right, and sure that he con-
sidered thin people far more artisticaly
beautiful than any others and that rs | am
very thin / must be more beautiful thar
anybody else, unless il be the divine Ss.
rah
Well, the afternoon of the party my drest
came home My husband threw himself on
the sofa and calculated: "0h, glory Of glo-
ries, and hallujah !"
That was just about it.
The dress was pale yellowish green or
greenish yellow. put it on and slowly
revolved before the glass The waist Was
tight, the sleeves tighter and the SKIRT was
cut wi h commendable economy in width,
but was from here to yonder in length, and
the bottom WAS one bewildering labyrinth OF
nounces, of la e, of blue, yellow and green,
and all so puckered and twisted together that
you could not tell where one ended and the
other commenced. There had also some
artist been at work with pallet and brush, and
l found was to be a sort of walking floral
bower, with complement of pale greenish
birds among the flowers, and to crown ALL
some surplus silk had been twisted, turned
and looped here and there with the foliage
which was nothing more nor less than curly
cabbage. Curled cabbage also graced the
Pompadour neck and the corsage at the waist
l looked for all the world like pea vine
gone to seed, with these hateful cabbages
stuck about as mockery of my former
glories and rail ce tainly seemed mon
ster of obesity beside my figure.
/ got tired of standii g up under the. run
ming FIRE of my husbands ridicule and my
maids raptures, but found that there was nc
possibility of taking proper position, 80
had 10 adopt very languid attitude or stand
Well, went to the party and in that dress
and every one rsved over my newly devel'
oped aesthetic taste and remarked on my new
gracefulness of pose, and believe lam tn
rage, but why don't know, unless am
symphony in color" and q skeleton in al
| NOR too