The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-04-01
THE DoIMs OF WOMEN FOLK.
How They muse Themselves in the
Potential Season.

Potential Season.
New YORK March 30.-It is fun to see
Annie yennes Miller show those famous
leglets. Theother day she was facing an
audiene of brooklyn women. She barely
lifted tie hem of her handsome directory
receptin costume. A glimpse of something
fawn-clored and soft was obtained by those
in the ront rows.
'Th,e," said Mrs. Miller, "are leglets.
BY snby am going to show them to you
from ,p to bottom"
By al by accordingly she disappeared
throug side door and presently stepped
on thetags again, hesitating, shy, coquet-
tishly ay, with an uncertain smile about
her Iipi just as if she had not done the same
thing hlf hundred times before. The
pretty ,rudery delighted the audience and
put bener edge on their whetted curios-
ity. hrs. Miller was wrapped from head to
foot i'm voluminous opera cloak of soft
gray Llsh. The women looked at one an.
other aid then at her with eager little
smiles like school girls to whom some
naughk, delightful secret was about to
be unviled. One or two of them giggled
nervouly in the suspense OF the moment.
The NICE excitable ones patted a little with
their Inpatient hands. Mrs. Miller SO
ensourged stepped to the front of the plat
form.
"Thee was man. she articulated in a
stage Whisper. HAS he gomez
Every woman looked at her neighbor.
She sawno man.
us tht mans hat or a woman's that I
see at tn back of the room?"
Every head was craned backward, and
the answer was passed from mouth to
mouth FINN row To row forward
''It's roman."
Mrs Miller united the ribbons of her cloak
as if she would let it drop away.
kThere'sa peephole in that door there.
I'm sure That man could look through"
Every wman looked around a second
time. Thesxistence of the peephole was
beyond question.
"Wont sone of you go and stand In front
of it SO as tomake sure he can't see? Not
that l think it would hurt him or me
one bit, but tlen men will talk so disagree
ably"
Half dozer women rose and planted a
phalanx of brold backs between Mrs. Miller
and the door.
YOU'RE sure he's not hiding in the gal
leries! Then, what more she would
have said wa drowned in the sudden
ripple of applause that ran round the
room. The opera cloak had dropped,
and its erstwhte wearer stood completely
clothed in the delicate ia wn-colorei silk
with dainty pink ribbons run in at neck
and sleeves
NOW aren't hey just as pretty as yours!
Tell me, aren't hey?"
She bent forward for an answer.
"They are, thy are" came in soft muir
murs from every pair of feminine lips
within hearing.
Mrs. Miller tuned her head from one side
to another, drinling in the approval.
The beautiful woman stood beautifully
clothed in the modest garments. From a
prettily fitting yoke at the neck fell what
looked like a short skirt reaching just to
the ankles. The silk folds fitted the waist
costly, and until she moved, no one
would have suspected that the new style
of petticoat was divided, 80 full and
so graceful were the folds of the Turkish
trousers.
"And don't look so very different from
other woman, do II" she had coaxing pout
on her lips by this time and was stepping
across the stage to illustrate the advantages
of the bifurcatiDn.
Il tell you that in ten years not a
women in the United States under so
years of age vail be wearing petticoats.
Sixty thousand women are legleted to-
day"