The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-04-11
NOTES FROM NEW YORK.
The Duchess of Marlborough In the El
MIR (iIY-A " m,n StncI- Rreeher

The duchess OF Marlborough In the En-
pire City-A " man stock Breeder.
Naturally "our American Duchess" is at
tracing q good deal of attention. She can
not appear at the opera or at a theater with
out meeting the combined stares of all the
lorgnettes and glasses available. Such notice
seems to disturb her very little. She fingers
bunch of white roses or lilies of the valley
! lying on the box-rail and sits out the even
/ ing composedly. Yesterday afternoon en-
! cOuntered her on a tour of a picture gal
! lery. She is not an especially pretty woman
| in spite of the adulation of the tribe Of Jen-
| klns. She represents very usual type OF
! the wel-bred society woman, with brown
hair, the standard blue-Gray American eyes,
regular features and somewhat ennuyed
! expression. She is rather above middle
| height and weighs from fifteen to twenty
pounds less than when she was plain Mrs.
Hammersley This. however, is an i'm
proyement rather than otherwise. She
wore tailor gown of chocolate brown
with brown straw capote trimmed with
| enc rather large yellOWish-Urown orchid.
! Size chatted with her two companions with
| considerable animation, and her voice was
| cultivated and musical. She is making her
self very pleasant in New York, but there
! is a look about her mouth and eyes which
would not impress me as belonging of
right TO a woman who was especially happy
In her day and generation.
NOVEL. PROMENADE.
As spring advances and the sap begins to
run in our veins the woman who was born
and bred IN the country grows restless in
town. Pathetic almost beyond telling is
the longing Of the elderly woman who can
care no longer for the little green-blinded
white cottage, with its garden running
over with old-fashiOned flowers, for the
house where she has spent her life and in
which her babies were born. Her son is
| carpenter maybe or thrifty mason or an
engineer on the elevated railroad. He has
brought her to end her DAYS with him in a
snug little fiat on the third or fourth floor
OF tenement building. His wife is very
good 10 her, but she IL afraid Of the noisy
streets and the rattle OF hOrse-cars. She is
sick with longing for the tree that shaded
her kitchen window, for the sight of a
familiar face and the pleasant gossip of her
village neigh bOrs. One such white-haired
homesick soul has moved lately into a huge
new block OF buildings, the up er floors of
which are as yet untenanted. Every morn
ing she climbs to the sixth story and then
wanders through the empty echoing rooms
oil tenement alter tenement for exercise,
stopping at the windows front and back
and looking Off over the city. 1t is d lonely
almost weird promenade, but the outlook
Is the nearest approach she can make to the
view from "our old South Mountain" And
so with smoke columns and chimney pots
and pulley clothes lines she bushes her
signs Tor greenlng grass and robins.
| A DOG THAT WEARS "PANTIEs."
A little yellow terrier often attracts at
| tentlon on Filth avenue of morning 1t
| has pink nose and is accompanied on its
airing by coachman. These facts do not
account for the notice it receives. II is but
toned into yellow and brown striped
ulster and this garment has sleeves. Every
body who passes stops to say "Do see that
dog in 'pantes' ?" THAT dog" is Mrs.
Frank Lesle's Folette and the ulster is her
Invention.
Joaquin Miller wrote some stanzas on
Columbus" for Mrs Leslie to recite at the
annual benefit of Mrs. Lamadrd's one-cent
cotfee-stands a few days ago This was
Mrs. Leslie's second appearance con any
stage" and ia view of her projected lecture
tour II may be stated that her first appear
ance was at the coffee-stands' benefit a year
ago when, as she afterward told the story,
her knees sm0te together and she struck an
attitude with one hand clutching the piano
to save herself from falling, while she WON
dered what was to become of Il woman
who hadn't feet left to retreat with and
who couldn't remember one word Of what
she had meant to say. After a minute she
told her audience her lines had been fright
ened out of her and the little confession
aud lmpromptu speech was better than a
recitation.
A FANCY WORK exhibition.
The Ladies' New York Club on Thursday
demonstrated the fact that one may belong
to club and be a lady too, by holding a
competitive exhibition of needlework. knit
ting, crochet, macrame and tatting. There
were some pretty pieces displayed. but
much of the work was Of the sort it is clear
gain net TO do.
WOMAN SToCR-BREEDER.
One OF the best stock farms on Long
Island is "The Old Brick" at Roslyn, which
IS owned and managed by Mrs. S. Taber
Willets, who is one of the most enterpris-
ing dealers on the island.
Brooklyn now has a woman real estate
agent in the person of Miss c. Talbot, who,
like Miss Agnes K. Murphy of New York,
has taken up the business left by her father
Miss Talbot has charge of several large
properties, is Commissioner Of Deeds and
does good deal of insurance business.
THE sEIDL SOCIETY.
The brilliant "Parsifal" festival is still
TAXED about. 1t would not be surprising if
brooklyn became sort of American Bay
reuth, with Wagner festivals after the true
German style. The Seidl Society has
demonstrated its strength and is already
aspiring TO an opera house of its own.
There is no predicting what successes NAV
not await 1t in the future, for there are few
women IN the country possessed of execn
tive ability equal tn that of Laura C. Halln-
way. ELIZA PUTNAM HEAToN
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