The morning news., 1889-03-03


Copyright 1887
NEW YoRK, March 2-Since the last
ladies' day at the Union League Club have
been cropping my way about 10 state OF
daze, lost in abject amiration Of man.
What slave he is to his sense Of duty.
What a creature Of moral heroisms
Like dislike? Hedeals with ought, ought
not and the eternal fitness of things.
1t was boy, the young Spartan who let
a fox gnaw his vitals when he might have
pulled the beast from under his Jerkin-or
did Spartan boys wear tunics!-and been
disgraced and comfortable.
He doesn't want women in his club house.
3 He makes q wry face in the first moment
of surprise when he finds them there. He
doesn't speak to tbenf He buries himself
in the deepest depths of the profound arm
chair in the reading room and holds blan-
ket sheet of aanewspaper before his eyes till
they are gone.
Vet he invites them regularly. He
has rnartvred himself, does martyr HIM
self and will martyr himself in all time to
II he doesn't enjoy ladies day, why doesn't
he abolish it and be donel
Nothing prevents him but his conscience,
believe me, dear.
In the brilliant sunshine of late winter the
city is as bright as Paris al its best, and the
side portals unclose.
Tha main entrance is more imposing,
ana il has--oh, bliss an elevator, buo
the bonnets are stopping NJ the family
one Cerberus takes your ticket, another
hands catalogue Of porcelains and paint
ines, and there, safely past the guardians
OF the occult mysteries yJu mount the
stairs.
4 yellow-haired lasse done up-a la Kate
Greenaway-in dull blue and gold is climb
inc one step above "Is this where papa
eats his dinners, mamma when he says he
won't be homer
..Papa often comes here" says the lady,
bending for closer look at the flowers on
the muff ahead Of her, which are purple
and yet not violets.
Are the dinners good here, mamma"
'Hush, pet; hehotrope and mignonette,"
refiectivey.
With flushing Of bright cheeks, toss
ing of fluffy hair, a swishing If s!lken
skirt. flashing of gems, waving of
plumes. barbarlc glintlng of metallic but
tons and embroideries. striking chord after
chord in warm scale Of colors, the pict-
ure rooms bloom with women ike rose
garden.
Aud buzz like hives Of bees about to
swarm.
A willowy girl with rare pale Margaret
face looking out from a drift of gold hair
lifts her dark big eyes TO a landscape by
Diaz Her fawn-gloved fingers tumble in an
enemeled bon bon box the while. "Hot
here. isn't it?' She finishes her chase for the
candied violet and finds her mouth without
glancing down.
l.. I. 1
peasant cloak Of scarlet steps daintily in
high-heeled boots from the pages Of Paris
HIustre to pose before William Chase's very
green park scene An immense hood lined
with black satin covers her shoulders, and a
soft wr-iukling sash OF black silk ties all at
the throat and hangs in loops and folds
"You can always tell who does picture, if
you go to exhibitions enough, without look
ing at the catalogue, she is saying, "Or, if
not the artist, at least whom he initiates and
what is his school"
''I've been through three hells, breathes
a woman with large blue eyes and sensi
tive face 10 the ear Of a tall grave girl
who is looking through a lorguette at
"The Rape Of the Sabines." II is the New
York leader of the Christian Scientists
who has had the varied. If not unique ex-
perience.
Theodore Roosevelt, In faultless afternoon
attire, with three yiolets on the lapel of his
coat, is beuding over a piquant red-haired
girl in chocolate relieved by tawny red and
gold. Her directoire coat hanging open in
front spd with long tails has quite as many
revers as fashion calls for and one or two
for good measure thrown in. Her sheeny
hair falls from under a wide-hrimmed
beaver hat with low crown. The brim
grows narrower in the back and turns up
sharply, confusion of russet ribbon and
oeffirh feathers of ru9dv cream
Chic little Mrs. Alfred Irumble, the wife
of the art critic and correspondent. is max
ing her way through the crowd. Her dia-
monds hash from afar. They are the pret-
test and most tastefully set, if not the cost
hest, in the city.
Handsome Sydney Cowell, the Browning
reader, she's the wife now of LIE Moyne, who
is the idol of the women in Sweet Laven-
der" is talking about her husband over
you; He likes girls, but it's in the mass, not
Individually. He'd rather have seven women
TO dinner than fourteen men. They're more
clever at conversation.
A supple figure in shortish dress, like a
pretty soubrette off the stage, that's Laura
Dainty who recites and who is trying TO
disentangle her personality from Laura
Daintry's, the writer of Eros, - with whom
everybody confounds her. A quaint. be-
witching little woman is Mrs. Dainty, who
has had all manner of thrilling adventures
in Texas towns with the "Mountain Pink"
company. A friend coaxed her to 90 on
the stage, then got her husband a divorce
and married him. Now, she has left the
boards and is becoming the reigning favorite
in parlors.
'What a shame it is one has TO stand So
near" pouts wicked young matron with
tea, doctored by the last new flavor,
Jamaica rum, in her eyes and mischief curv-
ing her lips. "My hat touches the can
vases. What do you say TO suggesting
an innovation TO tine art committee: No
perfume admitted but white roser I'd put
it on the tickets like full dress or any
concert requirement; it's distressing TO a
person of any sensibility TO breathe such
mixture of odors What song does that
gown without a hustle remind you of
Empty Is the Cradle, - and so the chatter
box rattles on.
One smiles across at Mrs. Thomas, who
is just.laying down the gavel of Sorosis,
chats d minute with plump, sweet-faced
Fr. Seidl, the beautiful blonde wife Of the
distinguished musical conductor, and
notices that there are just three men in tho
room.
Out in the halls women in pairs and
quarfets are strolling up and down. A
bright eyed negress sits in chair and looks
at them. Walters pass silently this way ami
that and never failto turn their gaze. A
card is pinned TO heavy portiere: Ladies
not permitted down stairs. "What an
ldear says dot Of girl just out
who sparkles aud fizzes like champagne.
She has a silver card case with a tiny