The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-11-29

trick Is managed, but the faint. sweet SCENT
Is IN ner sepia-brown hair and in the
gathers OF her coral-pink robe de mutt: il is
IA Ger eyebrows, about her pretty little
nahoS ana her pretty arms: it is in the
ainoCo colored plush robe that falls over
the iootooard and IN the hens Of the sheets
and pillow-slips; it clings to her handker-
chle1 and the stiff, white feathers of her
IAN Every time she moves and at every
disturbance OF the snowy lace coverlet a
breath OF perfume greets the senses that is
as sweet and seductive as springtlde When
MRS. Potter was at the Brevoort house she
TOOK her coffee, rolls and croquettes of HON
my at IL o'clock, and after her bath she
Went back to bed again to read the papers
open her mail and receive the friends who
remained with her after her professional
DEBUT. In the afternoon, when the ro-
hearsal was over, she always went TO bed.
not TO sleep, but TO rest, and to the few
visitors she recei we'd she served tea a la
Russo.
Sarah Bernhardt has "a big bed, roomy
enough for whole family to sleep. snore
and dream In, where she receives her friends
whenever they call and she is in the humor
for company. Like all French women, she
has a weakness for beautiful linen, and the
quality OF the sheeting on her bed is so fine
That you could draw il through a finger
ring. Great monograms done in applique
work decorate the pillow slips and coun-
terpane. and both are edged with rufflss of
real valenciennes lace eight and twelve
inches deep. Her afternoon pillows are
cased in pink silk, which shines through the
meshes OF the delicately worked monogram
IN the top covers.
Here madame deports herself in one of her
white silk, lace-trimmed robes that she
would not hesitate to play Camille or Frou-
trou IN. The guests sit or lounge about the
bed just as the hostess does in ''Theodora. "
sip coffee and smoke cigarettes while they
chat.
Mrs. Harriet Hubbard Aver frequently
receives ladies in her bedchamber, and
when lndispOsed she telephones for her pri-
vate secretary, and the young lady carries
the mornings mail to her and takes down
the dictation of from twenty to 100 letters.
Mrs. Ayers room is a bower of elegance.
comfort and loveliness. Low red lights
give everything touch of beauty Silken
and lace curtains drape the windows, some
sweet incense burns in a midnight lamp,
and at the foot Of the bed is a pouf, where
the talented Chicago chemist sits to have
her hair dressed. All manner Of beautiful
toilet articles, bound in ivory, with the
monogram and coat of arms in silver, fur
nish the tops of the dreSslng-caSe and toilet
table
Mrs. Aver has a style of night frocks
that are not to be had in this country for
love or money. Made of Normandy null
and presumably in some Normandy con-
vent, they are cut heart shape in front and
the corsage is sort of lace mosaic. The
less than elbow sleeves are also of lace
finished with narrow ruffles, and about the
snowy arms bands Of gold are worn. Lace
pins, representing jeweled flowers and flies,
are stuck in the bosom of the gown in the
place of ribbons or buttons, but no other
ornaments are worn. Slips of violet-scented
linen cover the pillows, the top
sheet is ruff1ed with creamy lace. and
over the counterpane is Japanese spread
Of white silk. scattered with tiny bouquets
of most exquisite embroidery. The fringe
that falls over the sides of the brass bed
stead reaches to the floor, and the drapery
tossed across the foot of the bed matches in
color the blue field of the canopy. Mrs.
Aver may not sleep with a bouquet of
Marechal Mel roses, but whenever | have
seen her among her downy pillows dozen
or more half-blown buds have ornamented
the couch.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox is addicted to ''rest-
ing days." when she stays in bed to give
her body nothing to do and her fancies a
chance to weave themselves into some
definite form. Within reach are a writing
pad and pencil, and the leaves on which
rhymes are tried and spoiled, and graceful
verses built and polished cover the bed like
a storm of paper snow flakes. Mrs. Wilcox
makes her night robes of oriental lace, after
the KatsE Greenaway style, and winds mar
row, white ribbons through her light brown
hair.