Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-05
CLARA BELLIES CHAT.
Kate Field Well Advertised and Burr
Mcintosh a Male Beauty,
NEW YORK'S LATEST CELEBRITIES.
Some Stunning Street Costumes Noted on
the Fashionable Avenue.
LIVING STREET MODELS ON PARADE
NEW YORKS LATEST CELEBRITIES.
LIVING STREET MODELS ON PARADE
CORRESPONDENCE OF THE D1srArcH.l

tenselv fashionable interest have been fol
tbe week concerned in the Centennial do.
ings and so publicly that their deeds are
already in print. Let me, therefore, consid.
er instead several ladies who are profession.
ally famous, being careful to choose those
whose actions are not apt to be mere exploits
of fselfadvertising. For example, how does
Miss Kate Field live, move and have hel
being? She makes her home in the Victoria
Hotel. Her room is a parallelogram in
shape, about treble its width in length. The
folding bed, with its mirror panels, is stuck
about with photographs, prints and cards.
Bits of things decorate and crowd her man.
tel and piano shelves Her little eastlake
groans with books some of them written by
the owner, most Of them BY personal friends,
and nearly all breathing with marginal
notes. In sunny window hangs pet ca
nary. A FURNISHED kettle swinging in a
blackened crane stands near little tete-a-
tete table spread for tea, with always bas-
ket of oranges in the midst of the service,
just for color.
Only one other writing table in all New
York is more hopelessly Uttered with letters
and papers and that is Colonel Ingersoll's.
Like the big, busy lawyers, the letters lie
open, and hand high, with almost illegi-
bic memoranda penned or pinned in the
corners.
A VISITOR has TO WONDER
whether they are all actual. Just room
enough for the lady's writing pad and ell
bows is forced, and when the space narrows,
as it does all the time, she seolds and paws,
shoves the mass back and up and the long
holdered, bristling pen is sent flying across
the paper. She writes away until she gets
pain in her back, an ache in her arm, or
cramp in her hand, and then climbs into
her steamer chair-an old weather-beaten,
storm-stained, sun-blistered piece of bam-
boo, brought from Japan by friend ten
years ago, and which she has lived in and
loved. and which followed her the whole
length of the Pacific coast from the
peninsula of Alaska to that of Lower Cali
fornia. The chair ID almost human in its
adiustabIlity, to QGete its mistress, and,
like her, has variety of ups and downs.
The right arm forms a shelf, on which she
thumb-screws a pad, and, with an ink jug
near BY, she lies back and writes as vigor-
ouslv as though influenced by some delic-
iously revivifying tonic. At her work now
adays Miss Field wears a bright red satin
dress, reformed after her own ideas and
touched up with frills and shells of soft
lace. She has tiny feet, which she puts in
the daintiest of slippers and the finest of
spun silk hosiery, and which she has most
coquettish way of crossing and increasing
ba all &l,ok -,
her cane-bottom, slumber-robed steamer
chair.
BURR M'INToSH A BEAUTY.
Into the politer circle of Bohemia has
come Miss Harriette Marshall. To properly
know her we must frst know Miss Kitty
Cheatham, now of the DAILY Theater Com
oany, and formerly a burlesquer Kitty
lives with her mother in Gramercy Park,
and manages weekly to eleetrIfy her neigh
bors BY the frequency and informality Of
her parlor assemblages A Nashville girl
by birth and education, she has all the
charm of beauty and manner characteristic
of that section, and more than the average
degree of audaeious talent. at her after
moons Mrs. Chestham does the honors, and
the men who call to see her and her girl
friends, and hear her daughter sing, would
make an ultra McAllister-registered, MUIR
ray Hill hostess very contemplative. These
guests come from all points of the compass,
and they stay, too, certain Of meeting some
pretty Southern girls. At the last of these
informals there were Colonel Jack Garnett,
a kinsman of Sir Garnett Wolseley; Mr..
William Burr Mcintosh, the gifted magi-
clan and mind reader, fair as a daisy, and
the newest of our masculine professional
beauties. Miss Sadie Fall, granddaughter
of President Polk; Charles Dugan, the vel
vet voiced blonde vocalist, and, above all.
the famous Tennesseean, Miss Harriette
Marshall who is as nearly like wax doll
as a woman can be and still be winning.
Der beauty is as delicate as a pink tulip.
She has hair like corn tassels and little
brown eyes of great brilliancy. But she is
more than beautiful She has good con-
mon sense, manner that is sincere as well
as sweet, tair knowledge of French and
considerable ability as musician. The i'm
preston made on the Ministers of the Chi
nese and COrean Legation a couple of sea-
sons ago will be recalled at the mere men,
tion BY Washington people. These high
dignitarieS had never encountered ANYTHING
like her. She was a revelation to them. and
their devotion would have made princess
vain. 1t was made manifest in flowers of
such abundance and magnifcence as only
an orientalist would design. As an actual
fact, the bouquets were several times 50
large that double compliment was paid in
sending an attendant to follow the little |
belle about with them. She was in demand |
BY hOstesses, end in filling her engagements
appeared as an aid in two or three different |
houses the same day. In making these trims |
she had the freedom of the am bassadors' |
carriages and the first to greet her on enter |
ing the house of her friend was the Young |
Chinese servant with an armful of flowers, |
Miss Marshall sails for Europe next Satur- |
day. OF course, she is very 7enturesome. as
shown by what have told of her. She is |
likely to fetch up on the stage.
A NEW CELEBRITY
Engaliteheff, who has been reading series
of papers on the home life of Russia in par
lors of New York. She seized upon the
ephemeral Russian rage in whimsical
society very adroitly. She is not unlike
Christine Nilsson in face, figure and inan-
cial disasters. In 1886 Prince Engalitchef,
Of the Russian Royal Guard, died leaving
his lovely wife, a son of Is, and an estate of
magnificent value. This was entrusted-so
she narrates-to an agent who plunged into
French lotteries and German stocks. The
rockets of his canary-colored imagination
went up and staid up. In a month the
widow found herself high and dry on an
eminence of emptiness. Nothing was left
but q couple Of castles between Moscow and
the Baltic, and as she couldn't eat either
estates and didn't care to dispose of them.
she collected bundle of letters and came
tc America to read.
Now that is a story to appeal to our mod
ish leaders, eh? Her birth and pride pre.
vented public appearance, don't you see?
but she could condeseend 10 read for an
entertaining hostess at 500 per evening, or
secure by courtesy parlor and sell invita-
tions at 81 each, the lists Other patrons or
patronesses being levied upon. The results
have been financially good, and by degrees
the Russian lady is weighing her purse and
receiving fattering attentions in the shape
of entertainments, learning from American
ladies the very things she had come to teach
them about as to her own country. Person. h
ally she is q beautiful creature, with a
splendid presence, the carriage OF real
princess. sepis brown hair, green gray eyes,
full round face, and what the novelists call
nafriciau hands which she knows we'll how