Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1890-11-07
Observation-Disclosures DANCE.
Not Very Unlike Her Fashionable Sis.

tFrom the New York SUM-
The belle of the factory is quite as inter
esting in her way as the languid and lovely
society girl, and she is animated by almost
the same ambitions When she is intend
ing to pass an evening of social deligt she
begins her preparations the morning before
by putting her front hair in curl papers
When she appears in the workroom at 8
o'clock the young woman in the chair next
to her says: "Say, Name, where you goin'
to-nighti"
"Ain't going anywhere, of course" is the
reply. "What put such thing in your
head, should like to knowg"
''Well, responds the other, ''you've got
your hair up in papers. If you amt goin'
anywhere I'll bet Jimmie's comm to sit
with yer"
Name laughs good-naturedly, and
throughout the day she is ioyous;so joyous
that when lunch time comes she can hard
ly stop to heat her bottle of tea on the lit
| tie stove where the irons are warmed. She
laughs to much at the witticisms of her
companions that she does not find time be-
| fore the one o'clock gong strikes to eat
her sandwiches and her piece of custard pie.
During the afternoon she is in fever of
impatience, and when the six, o'clock whis-
ties blow outside she is out of hergingham
and into her woollen waist quicker than it
takes to tell it; and with her hood pulled
over her forehead so as to conceal all the
tell-tale curl papers, she threads her way
| swiftly along the crowded streets to one of
the big tenements on the east or west side
of the town.
That night she goes to dance with Jim
| mie. She is not dressed in bad taste. Her
white muslin, or possibly tulle, gown is
| coquettish and neat With flushed cheeks
| and smiling lips she dances with Jimmie,
and occasionally with Jimmie's friends,
and it is close to daylight before she
seeks her home. By that time the curling
bang that had framed the fair face SO
daintily is straight and limp. The tired
| girl will bury her burning face in her
pillows for an hour or so, and then will
come the inevitable knock on her bedroom
door. After cup of tea Name viii GO
back to her chair in the workroom look
ing pale, sad, and regretful. She is not sc
very unlike the fashionable girl of society,
after all. ~
1t is only in fiction that the fact oi
culture differ typically from those oi
ordinary girls. An artist was asked: 'sDii
you ever see an artistically perfect foot oil
| a woman.
'I once saw" was the reply, ga foo
that was at least perfect enough to be cas-
for a statue without any subsequent re
modelling. went out with a sculptor in
search of model with handsome feet
We visited many artists without success
and we gave up the hunt in despair.
About week later / entered a tiny and
tidy little store in Grand street, where
knew excellent draught beer was sold
The place was deserted, except by the
stout German who stood polishing glas.
behind the bar, and who gave me hearty
greeting. As entered my eye CHANGED t.
fall on series of marks on the clean hard
wood floor. The marks had been made by
a wet foot, that was certainly small, and
as far as could be judged from such proof
quite shapely.
"'Who made those footprints on you
fioorf asked.
"The German looked hard at the marks
and then gleefully shouted: ''Vat, dose
Wy dose iss der footbrints of my dorde
CLARA. She shoost vas run in from de
beck room a minute we're she dake bath
ding
''By careful explanation of my reason
for being inquisitive on SO delicate a sub
ject, l prevailed upon the men to ask hi
; uaugnter II sne would not allow me, as a.
. artist, to look upon her bare foot, in orde
, to see if it was suitable to be used in
marble statue. He went into the room 9
the back of the shop and presently n
: turned, bringing a tall and slender youn
+ blonde woman with wonderfully fran
, eyes, fine shoulders, deliciously poise
: chin and long limbs. She was dressed q
, one would expect the daughter of Gran
, street beer merchant to be. The girl eye
me carefully, and then said that she wa
willing to show me her foot, suiting th
, action to the word, and thrusting it, a
: white and bare, from under the edge {
r her dress. l was amazed at the lovelines
of that foot. In the half light of the rool
! it was fully as delicate and as shapely &
anything 1 have ever seen on canvas
Needless to say, 1 made an appointmer
, for her at my friends studio for the fo
, lowing day, and she keptit.