The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-12-28

The journey from bed to bath tub is
not serious affection when one can thrust
each tender foot into down-lined slipper
and envelop the shrinking form in vOlumi-
nous gown Of softest silk. Dorothy rather
likes the little dash across the hall, and often
laughs to herself while making it, somewhat
as bird chlrps when IL fiutters down to the
edge of the fountain and anticipates the re-
freshing plunge. One must lose sight of the
disheveled girl during the time she is in her
bath. With the swish of waters there are
little signs of contentment. Dorothy loves
her tub. 1t is commendable passion in the
society girl to do so.
A cup of breakfast tea, two thin bits of
toast. chop, with garland of cress about
1t, and snowy egg surrounded by an
equally snowy napkin, are on a tray that
rests on very thin-legged table in the
buudoir. In choicest china or silver this
matutinal refreshment awaits the coming of
the aristocratfc young creature, who has
had her hair dressed by Celne and who en-
tiers the little satin-lined paradise attired in
soft cream cashmere, trimmed with black
fur. The sunlight falls on her face. Not
trace Of last nights dissipation is visible.
White and clear is the flesh, the mouth is
deep red, the eyes are lustrous and humid,
a picture of perfect freshness and triumph
ant loneliness, the society girl turns her
thoughts TO tea and toast. Hers is WON
derful life.
Maria, who lives in Harlem, and goes to
the dances given by The Sons of Gentle
men Society," would not take off a cream
colored dress trimmed with fur until mid
night il she once put it on; but Dorothy
could not leave her private apartments in
such guiSe; so she sheds her egg and mutton
chop costume Immediately after she con-
Sumes her second cup of tea, and Celine
lays out for her the more elaborate gown in
which she can feel safe to descend the stairs
of her parents house.
A society girl in her downstairs morning
dress is very sweet thing. She looks like
the young wife in the French comedies
extremely bird-like and kissabe. The lines
Of the figure seem unusually soft. The
gentle curve asserts itself with more tender
freedom than it has chance to do later in
the day. The dewy freshness of lately
awakened life is in her hair. and crisp,
clean rustic in her white skirts. 1t might
be fairly said that the society young woman
reaches the true zenith of her possibilities
when she comes downstairs and kisses her
mother good morning. Up to that time she
has been beauty negligee. Later on she
grows theatrical, occasionally spectacular.
Decidedly, she is best at the ripe hour of
10 O'Clock in the morning. when she leaves
her boudoir and goes down to ask after the
family's health.
DorOthy's mother must be tall, expan-
sive Roman-nosed lady, with an abundance
of diamond cluster rings. to be an out-and-
out society mamma. A morning costume of
lavender is appropriate for her. 1t softenS
cepti0nally- well. She gives her cheek for
her daughter to kiss.
Did Brewsale propose to you last night,
my child P' asks the mother.
The daughter glanceS over her morning
mail that awaits her on the table A letter
that she wanted is not there. She frowns
and tears open the envelopes impatiently.
:" Brewsaie was tipsy last night" she re-
plies to her mothers query. - He proposed
to me five times-every time hedanced with
m N tart Nufura1lv I rafuSad hirn TooIr
was there"
The mother frowns now.
That starveiing is everywhere" she
SAYS. II wish you wouldn't worry me by
having sentiment over that fellow"
ION, I'll marry foreign lord for you,"
responds the daughter in a voice that is
almost harsh. They are thick enough,
heaven knows. Perhaps it wont be Brew
sale. | don't like the odor of him. Jack
says it's gin that makes him like that"
II have arranged Lord Brewsale's orchids
i'll the drawing-room," says the mother, ig-
noring her daughters observations.
What have you done with Jacks roses? ?"
ask. Dorothy.
''Oh, left them in their paper. There
three or four other punches Of flowers for
you this morning, though none from any one
of consequence"
II could hardly. be expected that girl of
20, with big, penetrating eyes and swift
uOWllR ulUOu WOulu dSTt6 WIFI U6r mother
as to who is of consequence and who is not.
1t is not surprising that she does not even go
into the drawlng-room TO see the noble
mans orchids, and that she hunts up that
small bunch of roses from Jack and takes
them to her boudoir. Society girls actually
have delightful qualities of heart and mind
to start with. and occasionally they retain
them through the excitement of social train
ing. 1t is rather difficult, however, to with
stand the influence of friends and parents,
and rise superior to conventional am DitiOns.
Perhaps Dorothy is sentimental and honest
hearted at 20, but 1t would be hard to say
what she may be at 81. A clever mother
can accomplish good deal in year.
There is a peal of laughter in the hall. A
particularly clean-shaven, dignified and
stately young servant announces the arrival
of Miss Van Beeckman, Miss Cadwallader.
Jones and Miss Fahnestock. These young
ladies, by invitation, come rushing up to the
morning-room, bringing with them the
breezy sweetness Of tile cold outer air, and
Dorothy becomes target for their caresses.
Society girls do not chatter, out they seldom
abandon their feminine predictions so CON-
pletely as not to talk with dazzling rapidity.
Four ofthem together are almost as exciting
as fireworks.
What did you think Of him2 Hasn't he
a frightfully red nose?"
of Wales"
"What is his full titlea His father Is very
feeble. you know, and 1t would be rather
clever, wouldn't it. to marry an earlp"
Jack says he told the men at the club