Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-19

effect is charming. This snuggery may be
made in black bear, leopard skin, or white
bear, but it is no trifie, for unless the rugs
are genuine the house and everybody in it
will be in moulting condition. Mrs. Cor
nelius Vanderbilt, now abroad, has in
her New York house one of these corner
effects, after the Turkish, richly hung, and
lit with jeweled lantern. The wife of
DR.. Harvey Dew also has one perfumed
with Oriental incense of ravishing sweet
ness. Here the beautiful girl friends of the
hostess who come up from Alabama, Mis-
sissippi and the Carolinas to visit are fire.
quently seen, each with as many admirers
as the snuggery will accommodate.
NEW USE FOR CARDS.
It has come to a point now when the
height of elegant haste is shown in visiting
card correspondence. Mrs. w. w. Astor,
it is said, answers more than half her mail
on calling cards, beginning the communica-
ton on the face of the card, and in the third
person, and reaching finish before the
space on the back gives out. The idea is
really not bad one, for too many letters
are sent and far too much written in them.
OF course, small envelopes are used, and
the message stamped and sealed. Apropos
of cards, do you know that New York's
swellest ministers send out three-ply bits of
pasteboard announcing their coming? In
deed, yes. and the announcement is timely,
as 'tnot at home" is construed into a
dubious compliment. These gospel lights
have their own idea about the wording of
the cards which with the elimination of the
sacred title would pass for an informal re-
ception.
AT the theaters and in the park a woman
of blonde beauty has been attracting much
attention throughout the season. She is the
Baroness Blanc, and the very big and hand
some young man who forms one OF the large
group of masculines that is ever about the
fair creature is the husband, Monsieur ie
Baron. Folks used to doubt his right to
the title but that has been settled. He is
a real Baron. At the play the Baroness is
particularly conspicuous for her exquisite
toilets, each one of which figures only upon
q single occasion. She sits invariably in
the front chair of box, gazing interestedly
at the performance while the curtain is up,
and over the audience between the acts. A
man of some sort is always whispering into
her ear. She smiles occasionally, and taps
him with her fan when he is especially
clever. The woman's face is not surpris-
ingly beautiful. 1t is only striking because
its complexion is somewhat heightened BY
rouge, and the hair above it is bleached to a
y0llOWs
stylish, and her costumes are unexception-
able.
A BRILLIANT BARONESS.
On pleasant afternoons the baroness
drives pair of chestnut cobs in a phaeton
out over the park. AT her feet lies a huge
mastif. A groom perches behind her.
Sometimes there is man at her side. Ev-
erybody turns to look at her, for her hair
CLEANS in the sun, her hat is a wonder of
gorgeous millinery, and she handles her
reins and whip like thoroughbred. She
always urges her ponies to spanking gait
and whirls by all the numbering hacks and
barouches on the road with great showing
of disdain and jingling harnesses.
In the theaters, the park, and cafes, the
baroness is ever brilliant to the eve and un-
doubtedly depicting to the purse. She cuts
the greatest dash of any young woman in
New York, and besides enjoying all the ex-
travagant embellishments that go with daily
and nightly entertainmenther establishment
is noted for its luxury and prodigality. In
her house on Fifth avenue the best of sup
pers, the best of wines. and the best of all
good cheer find generous dispensation.
In view of this, someone asked the ques-
tion the other night, how Monsieur le Baron
with an income that might supply his
household with its orchids and gaslight, but
nothing more of its richness-managed to
keep such bright eye and ruddy cheek
over the dazzling life his wife is leading
him through. Such questions as these in
New York are never squarely answered.
CLARA BELLE.