Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-11-28

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giare, the domestic girl with the purring
voice, the "brilliant girl with her turgid
frencn, the smuggling girl with her arttul
smlrk, and the girl who clung to the
sklrts OF mamma-they are gone; all gone.
Ahey went away in fiutter with timor-
GUS screams at the snort of the engine
and the rush OF the burly world. Now
they've come back, but they're not the
same. Instead there's an army of lofty.
gay, intrepid, mettlesOme, dashing girls
VINO swagger abroad with delicious femi.
nine audacity, and who have brought the
nreeze OF the mountain top, the salty
laVor OF the oceans edge, and the buoy
ant arr OF the Berkshire hills into the very
Deart or dirty, dusty and stale New York,
vi all The types that the town has seen the
girl OF to-day. with her high. bred look,
her dashIng style and winsome assump-
uon OF manliness is tar and away the
most fetching thing that the world at large
can show.
Strangers do not recognize Roscoe
Conkling when they see him in the streets
nowadays, The accepted portrait OF him,
maze familiar by the pencils of the car
toonlsts, 1e that OF man OF slim and
elegant physique, with a pouter pigeon
cnest, slim waist an a jsunty carriage
Inc papers are fondest OF representing
Mr.. Conkling standing with his legs well
apart, one hand thrust in his breast and
mis- mead thrown hack after the manner of
Dad actor seeking to assume the DOise
OF mighty monarch. 1t is difficult to
reconcile these caricatures of Mr.. Conk-
ing with the man himself. He passed
me the other day on Fifth avenue at
gait that professional walker might
nave envied, but not one stranger out of
hye hundred recognized him as he swung
along. DE wore square, heavy and low
heeled walking shoes. baggy and ill-titting
trousers, big and shapeless pea jacket,
and a soft felt hat that came well down
over ais eyes. The point of his beard has
boen clipped of, and 1t has given a rounder
ana fuller look to his face. AS he moved
along briskly he might have been taken
by the average visitor for sturdy. healthy
ana vigorous street contractor or down
town retail merchant, but never for DIS
tinguished and famous statesman.
Nv hen Jimmie Whistler comes over
here with his white forelock and staring
eyes," said an Englishman in the Bruins
wick yesterday, ''he'll start q boom in
hair." 1t is pretty well accepted fact
that no man can arrive at the condition of
acknowledged greatness in London unless
his locks drop down to his shoulders.
Irving and Oscar Wilde are perhaps the
two most familiar examples with wnom
Americans are familiar, but neither of
them holds a candle to Whistler, whose
"silvered splash" has been idolized in
London for years. There has been one or
two efforts on the part of other apostles Of
hair to take first place from Whistler, but
without success. And speaking Of anglo
mania. Whistler's the boy TO make the
New Yorker stare. A more thoroughly
anglicised American 1t would be impossl-
BILE to imagine, and it comes so natural
to him that not one man out of ten in the
Society OF British Painters (ol which, by
the way, be is President suspects that ne
is not rabid son of Great Britain.
A bland and elderly man strobe pomp-
ously down the aisle of the Casino Friday
night, passed gently to his seat. smoothed
his bald head, folded his hands and turned
his attention to the play. He looked like
q Scotchman, and bis manner was entirely
self-contaIned and serene. Three very
small diamonds sparkled in the bosom of
his shirt, and he stared at the stage
through a single glass. After the curtain
had dropped on the first act he looked
around for moment with languid curl
osity, and then settling back In his seat
he took jeweled snuff box from bis
waistcoat pocket, tapped it gently, raised
the lid and applied pinch OF snuff to his
nose with his hand twisted over backward
and his elbow high in the air after the
with all the external forms and fourlshes
which naturally belong to the action.
Then he snapped the lid Of the box and
replaced 1t in his wastcoat pocket,
whisked few grams OF snuff from his
waistcOat with his handkerchief, screwed
his glass in his eye again and folded his
hands again. An instant later the lady
who sat on his left seized both arms of
her seat with her gloved hands, threw
back her head and sneezed seven times
with the raDidlty OF lightning, ending up
with a shrek OF baffied protestation. A
severe looking lady who sat on the other
side of the Scotchman turned her face
towards the sneezer with an expression
OF one who is agnast at such an exhibition
of Ill taste, and then falling a victim to
the snuff herself shook violently. and
sneeZed twice under cover, so to speak.
Her internal commOtion was something
tumultuous and awful. She shook. strug-
gled and palpitated, but only feeble
little wheeze escaped to allow the world
TO know that she was really in the act of
sneezing, By thIs time man In the seat
beh<pd the Scotchman gave loud, dis
tinct and masculine snort, and then the
little comedy came to an end, with the
Scotchman still sitting placidly indiffer-
ent, the two women celoring furiously
and the rest of the audience laughing
good humoredly. The only man IN the
house who seemed utterly unconscious
of what was going on was the Scotchmsn
himself, but he evidently knew OF the
havoc be had created, for he did not again
take his snuff box out OF his pocket,
though at least thousand people hoped
against hope that he would.
AMOSJ. CUMMINGS AND BLAKELY HALL,