The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1883-07-27
THE PRINCES FAVoRlTE,
The Coming British Belle Who is to
Outsha(loW all Othars.

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The Coming British Belle who is to
Outshatlow all Others.
A letter about the Ascot races in Eng
land, in the San Francisco Argonaut,
contains the following:
Besides well-known faces. there were
those Of some new aspirants to "beauty"
fame, who attracted much attention.
Among them Mrs. Francis Barring, Lady
Isabella Phuster's daughter, tall, dark,
strapping young woman of nineteen,
much in the style of the Gypsy Gladys"
even to her prom inent nose and man
nish stride; Lady Edith Curzon; Lady
Hermione Duncombe, Miss Lane Fox,
have put Mrs. Powells name last, she
should really rank first, for I predict
that she is the coming beauty who is to
outshadow all the others. Unouestion-
ably, she was the most admired, and
Miss Chamberlaine's already declining
star sank several more degrees below its
former zenith. But four-and.twenty,
tall, slight, With black hair and eyes, a
marble-white complexion and bright
scarlet lips, she is perfect type of the
style of the beauty which fashion" has
lately decreed, shall in future be the
fashion. Add to that classically chiseled
features, the whitest teeth. q willowy
figure, a small, rounded waist, hands
that take five and half in gloves, and
feet that wear one aud q half in boots,
and what more can you want? Her
dress was short costume of embroider-
ed white cambria, smell black straw
bonnet trimmed with white flowers. land
black stockings with white dots. No
body spoke to seemed to know much
about her, till I meta friend in the Rifle
Brigade who had come down on the
regimental coach of the Blues. She was
Miss Walsh, before she married, he
told me, and her father a clergyman,
who for some years was the depot chap
lain of his battalion at Winchester.
AS she is destined to occupy prom
inent place in the gallery of English
beauties, few other things he told me
about her may be of interest to repeatin
Il general way. Five years ago, when but
nineteen, she married Captain Powell,
retired army officer of sixty, whose in
by an aunt, and pretty country place
amends for the disparity of ages. Prior
to her marriage, her beauty, handicap
ped by economical dressing and provill-
cha. made clothes, failed to attract the
notice it deserved. But once she got
command of the ancient captains check
book, Redfern's tailor-made gowns, cos
tunes from Worth and Pingat, 1onnets
from Errington's and boots from the
Burlington Arcade, soon wrought such
change that she began to gain attention
in the surrounding country. But at last
she tired of dazzling the eyes of the very
young and equally old army and naval Of
ficers she met at dock. yard and garrison
balls at Portsmouth and Winches-
ter, to which her aged husband
occasionally took her. She had grown
to have higher aspirations than the cal
low admiration and equity devotion of
beardless subalterns and ,hobbling ad-
mirals. Sotthis year she persuaded her
husband to take her up to London for
the season, and, have her presented.
At the second drawing room, in Worth
made white satin court-dress, which fit-
ted her like aglove, she made her APP
pearance. That she caught the Prince
Of Wates's eye ut once goes without say
ing; and an invitation to the first state
ball at Buckingham palace, and cards of
admission from Mr.. Ponsonbv- Fame, the
Deputy Lord Chamberlain, to the r, val
enclosure at Ascot, seem but natural Sc
quence. II wasn't at the ball myself"
added my friend: "but am told the
way Wales went for her vases was on
only e9ualed by that, T should say"