Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-03

will 70 to the ball herself, but not in any of
| the risky costumes of Cleopatra. Not that
she would be worse off as to modesty than
many another belle, according to indica-
tons, for I find that some of the directoire
gowns are to be worn, like her criticized
Cleopatra robe with their single thin skirt
not underlaid by any petticoats. That will
be artistic. beyond question. One venture
some young beauty, in talking with Bell
about her costume, listened demurely to his
specifications as to absence of plenteous un-
derskirts.
"But of course you may vary this If you
please" he said; ian actress would wear it
just as I am describing it, and more than
likely would put on tights also, But of
course that is entirely unnecessary for this
OCCASION"
"Oh, 1 beg your pardon, but it is neces-
sary," the girl i%nterposed; 81 should like to
feel conscious that I was artistically dressed,
no matter if nobody else knew it."
On Broadway not far from Twenty-third
street there is an exquisite shop where de-
licious eonfections and ices are served in
the daintiest style imaginable. One of our
healthy and commanding New York girls
dragged me in there recently after the matt
nee, and l improved the opportunity to ex-
anime an elaborate portion of our feminine
population with its curb bit, 80 to speak, re-
moved. The girls sat in prattling clusters
of brightness about the tables, laughing
immoderately over nothing, and seeming as
innocent as butterflies in a clover patch. 1t
was Il pretty scene. The place was Iuxuri.
ously planned, the air was sweet with the
smell of candies and ~violets, and the i'm
maculate walters slide along the carpeted
floor with a soothing celebrity that was en-
tirely admirable. Presently every table
was occupied by bevies of glad gossipping
girls. All was indeed lovely and JOYOUS.
But suddenly I was struck by a remarkable
feature OF this impromptu symposium. The
walters were bringing in to these young
women a many-coIored assortment OF drinks
thought they were there for. More
the hard quality OF the
liquids composing these drinks was unmis-
taxable. This was indeed a surprise. 1
inquired of my companion if it was a Gus
tom of the latest style of girls, and she
acknowledged, with a blush, that it was.
The place we were in, she said, had become
known to a greater part of feminine New
York as the one resort where ladies without
escorts could go and secure their ''wee
nippy," and that she was afraid that sew
eral of the younger and giddy members of
her sex were taking an unwise advantage of
the convenience. The trade in cocktails
had become very extensive and is still
growing. 1 left that sweet-scented place
with a new lesson learned. A slender. pale.
childish-looking young woman who was
just entering remarked. to her friend as I
passed out, that she intended ordering an
absinthe frappee, for she felt the need of it
SO. 1t seems as though our girls were "get-
ting on" in all directions.
I was dining in the evening at a hotel
where a hidden orchestra diseourses sweet
melody throughout the repast, sending the
red snapper swimming away on gentle
strains Of "Nadjy," and the broiled sweet
breads dancing to their fates on the latest
Waldteufel waltz. At the next table to
mine sat a fine example of the New Hamp-
shire Yankee, gazing about at the sparkling
assemblage that sat drinking radiant wines
toying with the most delicate viands.
was washing down a good old-fashioned
boiled dinner with cold water. He was a
lear looking old chap of the Josh Whit |
m type, and l passed a most entertain
ng hour watching his simple way of ex-
smining everything about the room and the
in it. Suddenly an idea seemed to
him. He waved his napkin to at
ract the walters attention, and, when that
elegant individual approached, he handed
him a linn that he had fshed up from his
pocket.
Say, my friend" he said to the sleek
srenchman, I've heard tell on the pesky
German bands that infest Moo York CITY
md drive people outen Their homes with
ner squeaks and howlin', but, darn me, eff
hat Their one that's been a-workin' right
long under the winder amt good enough
er Moo York City it's good enough fer me.
nd | swan if / amt a-goin' to express nv
to 'em. Pitch 'em that piece OF
money, boy, and ask 'em eff they won't play
Old Hundred fer a windup."
1 dou't think the waiter understood what
be old man was talking about, for he took
ne dime without a change of countenance.
left the room before "Old Hundred" was
in fact, the last I saw of the Yankee
ent!eman he was shaking his head to him
elf because the orchestra had struck IN a
otpourrl Of 1.-THE Pearl of Pekin" instead
his favorite hymn. CLARA BELLE.