The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-03-11
THE HUNDREDTH WOMAN
eur WEARS a GOWN WORTH
TuRNING ONES HEAD TO SEE.

II Doesn't Take Search Like That OF
s+ockton's Hero to Find Her, tor She
walks on Broadway in All Her Glory
Every Bright Winter Afternoon.
Copyright Secured
NEW YORK. March "a woman with
dark blue, Brilliant eyes and hair of the
color of perfectly ripe corn, with that
reddish tinge which makes the waving har-
vast fields so beautiful. She looks at the
o,dless procession of horses heads and tails,
then stops a minute on the crossing. She
WARS a short-skirted, long wasted cloak of
chocolate brown plush. with square sleeves
unified at the armholes, hanging to the bot
tom of the skirt and lined with tawny red
s.tin An amber-colored scarf hutters at
the throat, and on her head is broad, low
crowned beaver hat of warm cream color,
bsayy with ostrich plumes shading from
reddish brown to gold. A red-haired
woman never, unless she wears pale blue, is
a nonentity this woman, for the moment,
ia the central figure of Broadway.
Young swell turns his head to look at
her An old dude drops his cane in the
fruitless endeavor to peer through an eye
GLASS at one and the same time at the glove
he is Luttoniug and at the woman. A pretty
GIRL in a green peasant cloak walks straight
into dark-eyed bankers wife IN sealskin
and in diamonds, the attention of both being
riyeted on the same figure. A mite OF q
child in a cream-colored coat brocaded with
gold clutches the hand of toe red-haired
woman and looks up inquiri gly into her
eyes, There is quick, quiet, little gesture.
It would halt Prince Bismarck's body
Guard. The horse car is stopping. With a
swift curve she bends little, throws one
arm around the baby's waist while the tod
dIer's dimpled ha IDS are casped about her
own. A second, graceful, mysterious move
rosnt her skirts have been lifted to the
curve of her ankles, and lightly, unerringly,
she is thread, & her way in and out among
the horses and balancing herself, strong,
sl1pule. unconscious Of her burden, in the
car doorway.
she is the hundrelth woman.
Moment by moment the superb street
Kaleidoscope changes A brown-eyed slip
of a girl is coming home fro early ienten
service Ler hair is brushed so smoothly
that it is sheer wantonness in the March
wind to blow tho pretty tendrils over her
forehead, and her tinted face is set in de-
muir " serious lines. Smooth gray gloves
clasp her prayer book Her long enve.oping
cloak with its broad, brown border never
saw Lii6 uSub VI udJ 0lOi0 1ASu w OuliOSNoy
and falls in severe ecclesiastical Ines. Ii
looks like coai Sc, 10, sely woven gray serge,
but it took $500 to import 1t. Ii Is tnlCen-
tial and correct as mathematical demon
st alton. The gray God lined with brown
that falls from tine shoulders is mOnkish,
and the quaint lit lie cOalSeuttle bonnet of
gray beay er ties with n ide brown ribbon
unGer the chin, and looks like a Murray
Hill caricature of the Salvation Army.
One brown feather somewhat timidly mods
over it, its curing tips touching tne brown
hair. A tiny knot OF white Ribbon is tied
in one of the gray cloak's buttonholes. The
sweet face looks gravely for ~ ard. very
devotee.
"We've planned such lovely"
''This afternoon? What fun! Come
home TO lunch while get off my church
costume"
Again the hundredth woman.
If the writer of these letters is at a mo-
me is loss for an inspiration she stands still
on a Broadway corner and let's the city in
all its gorgeousle less aud misery, its beauty
and ugliness, it's barbaric warmth Of furs
and call of rags, its waving of ribbon
streame and up itting of plumes aud
brush brush of tiff brocades, aud CLINT of
beads, and smiles from parted lips and filt-
ter Of blowing curls sweep by. Of every
five score specimens of femininity one on a
rough average will be worth looking
at a second time. Some trick of gesture,
some grace of figur, some beauty of
gowning. some fad Of freakish fashion will
catch tue eye and make picture that re-
mains.