St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-11

81 ~ a says New York
~ Si . writer. If it is
y ~ not set of laces
I'D ri of real thread
then it is a string of pearls, set OF cor
ais, genuine tortoise-shell tan, box
silk stockings, an umbrella with S0lld
silver handle, snake bracelet, lace
dress or a silk shoulder scarf heavy
with embroidery that stands between
her and cOntentment. Long l have
yearned for silk night dress with an
Intensity that no amount of earamels,
Russian baths, olives of philosophy
would allay.
AIMEE's APHoRIsM.
Nine Aimee had once told me that
the woman could not be found, dead or
alive, asleep or awake, in bed or in a
coffin. who was not positively beautiful
in silk night robe, and for years
have made kindling wood of the COM
mandment against covetouSneSS, priced
every night garment displayed in the
stores, and envied every girl L knew
owning one.
1.-THE BLOOD OF BEEF" .-..
The jade Fortune brought me an I'M
expected $50 the other day, and with all
speed | skewered my bonnet to my hair
and set forth to purchase the dream of
my heart. Nine. LiZette, who has de-
cidedly Dublin accent, received me in
little box of a room more mirror than
anything else, containing a very small
chair and very large footSt0ol. l told
her | wanted nightgOwn, and she told
me wanted night frock, and L acqui-
eSced.
There are two colors," she Informed
me, THAT we reserve for night frocks-
red and blue. Every woman looks well
in either. But you can have a cream
color, one of the tan shades or violet
no, you must never wear violet-y0u are
too colorless. Take this red; it's the
blood of beef, very Stylish very
Frenchy, and so becoming. Loud?9
Well, here's a bush-pink, sprinkled
with maiden-hair fern. How do you
like it? Turn your face this way,
please. All, just your color. This is a
reproduction of the design made for
Princess Beatrice tor her lounging robe.
like it on you Immensely. You can
have a rick-rack yoke, pulled sleeves
and cross strings of pink. pale green,
and cream ribbons to tie, and I'll get
you a couple Of handkerchefs and neck
ties with sprigs of fern embroidered in
the corner. Only $32, and it will put
you in love with yourself. Come in
Tuesday morning to be fitted"
A STRANGE EXPERIENCE.
She took my measure and my address,
asked if | had any favorite lace or
choice of scent. and called Buttons to
show me out. Tuesday called to be
fitted. Madame was all ready, and the
nightfrock hung on form in hastings
at the entrance of the cabinet into
which / was directed.
Here's the toilet set in this case"
she said. 'Shall | send 'Pind' to help
you undreSS"
"Undress! What for?" asked.
''For the fit, my dear. Surely you
don't go to bed with your clothes on?"
''Of course not"
"WelI, then, get ready for bed, please.
There's a slumber blanket, if you
choose to put it OH, and ring when you
are ready"
This was the unexpected that alarm
lists are always talking about, but L
couldn't afford to let little thing like
that mar the perfection of my night
frock, so got in readiness for an mag
mary bath, got into the shelter of the
soft lambs wool Afghan and touched
the bell button. The door opened i'm
mediately and the modiste entered
"Ah! see You did not understand
me. You haven't taken down your
hair. Well. never mind; we can man
age that later"
81 FELT LIKE A FEATHER"
She put the dainty pink robe over my
head, the blanket was let down, and
there | stood in all the glory of pink,
tendril-tinted gOsamer of lace and silk
that did not weigh four ounces and
might have been put into an empty
pound candy box. 1t was the lightest
daintiest. brecziest garment l ever had
ON. felt like feather in it, and was
possessed with an irresistible desire to
ascend. | thought that if [ once got
started could wrap my arms about.the
ceiling.
WHAT IT WAS LIKE.
The 'front.' from chin to hem, was
caught at intervals with clusters of
pink, green, and cream-colOred ribbons
tied in pigeOn-wing bows. The yoke
was cut square and made of insertion
lace and ribbon alternating. and the
girdle of silver and silk braid that
gathered the fullneSS about the waist
saved the lines of my figure. The
sleeves were long, full, and pulled from
shoulder to wrist, and i'll the breast
pocket was tinted handkerchief of
silk null with decorated fern leaves
about the edge. In length the frocle
would be called dcmi-train, and the
hem was padded with the most delicious
sachet imaginable. The -odor was the
very sort Ouida uses in the hair and
eyebrows of her leading ladies'; it made
one sWOon in ecstasy, and but for its
wavering subtlety the fragrance would
have been oYerpowering. Viewed my
self in the cheval glass and through a
hand-mirror and was enraptured. Never
imagined | could look so utterly too.
JUST THE THING.
Madame was in Quandary about
the style of collar. She concluded that
/ had better have a high-cut, rolling col
lar, and to get the effect she pinned a
fold of the soft silk about my throat and
caught up from sofa pillow of swans
told me to look in the glass. Just the
thing, we both decided. That done
with, she pulled my hair pins out. and
arranged what she called "a pillow
coil"
TIE PILLOW COIL.
told her that | was in the habit of
sleeping with my locks in a loose pig.
tail, and the horror that came to her
face appalled, me.
Comfort? What is comfort to beauty
Look your best, child, and let your feel
ings take care of themselves. insist
that you wear the pillow coiP with this
1fock. Inc braid you can indulge with
a less artistic robe de mutt"
THE CLOCK STRUCK 2.
The frock was sent home the follow.
ing day i'll willow basket the size of a
glove box. put it OIL that night and
went to bed, after parading before the
glass for an hour, but the dread OF
missing the lovely stuff, and the faint
sweet smell of the sachet kept me
awake until the belfry clock struck 2
when l got up, exchanged the $50 frock
for 81 muslin gown, the pillow coil''
for pig-tail, and slept the sleep of the
just. And so it is that "the things we
prize SO dearly turn to ashes in the
winning.