The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-04-20
Special Correspondence of SUNDAY HERALD.

Special Correspondence of SUNDAY HERALD.
NEW YORK, April IS, 1890.
Everybody is in state unlike Mr.. Bellamys
book-that is, they are not looking backward,
but looking forward. 1t seems to be taken for
granted that all the world and his wife are go
ing some place this summer, but not, however,
until after the races, after the beautiful June
days, and after the weather has quite decided
what it intends to do. The woman who wants
to make the most show on the least money goes
abrosd she buys no new clothes for this per-
formance, she gets her winter outfit over there;
if she has friends she enjoys herself hugely, and
if she hasn't she knocks about sightseeing,
economizng, and feeling herself altogether the
most virtuous Of persons. It's funny how care
full people are to inquire who are going on GER
tain steamers, Not very long ago a whole party
positively declined to travel on one on which
would be two or three of our millionaires. 1t
was said that while they mightn't tip any more,
they literally ruled the boat for the time being,
inasmuch as the mighty name had It's effect on
captain and officers, on stewards and maids. 1t
goes to show that the divine William didn't
know exactly what he was talking about when
he said there was nothing in name.
AS PRETTY WOMAN SAILS FOR EUROPE.
The sights on steamer day are at once funny
and pathetic. Pick out pretty woman who
is bidding her husband goodbye, who has
crowd of friends about, and just listen to her.
She INDUCES in a monologue something after
this fashion: ''Oh, oh, oh, how can 1 ever
leave you 1 know shall be sick the very
minute we get past Sandy Hook My dearest
girl, will leave that order in London with a
tailor, but can't promise it will be good fit.
Oh, doctor, did you bring me down something
for eio
telling them to put any more flowers in my
state-room; have them sent down to the captains
table. My dearest boy, what will do without
you? will think of you every day, and cable
to you. No, will not speak to those theatrical
people on board, and they needn't stare at me
in that way. 1t was very good indeed Of you to
come down. Thank you very much indeed for
your kindness, but do grieve so for my hus-
band. l knO,U l will have nice time. The
reason he can't go is something about stocks,
but he's coming over after me, and we are 60
ing down to Monte Carlo together, because
do so want to gamble. How can leave you
How can leave you? Is my nose red? If it
is, do tell Kitty to bring me little powder on
a handkerchief" After this the bell rang, we
all filed off. The dearest friend stood on pile
of lumber at the end of the dock and waved
goodbye to the departed one, who, lost to all
sense of whether her nose was red or whether it
wasn't, weeping on her maids shoulder
and being consoled by at least ten other women.
However, she chirped up enough to wave a
large red-silk handkerchief at the last, and as
went home thought what delightful incom-
prehensble creature woman was.
BERNHARDT AS A FASHION LEADER.
The news comes from the other side that the
.fe,r-de-lis is as rampant as the British lion 1t
is on skirts in the shape of embroidery, it con-
stitutes brooch made of diamonds, pearls, or
sapphires, it is embroidered with gold thread
on book covers, albums, table cloths, and all
the little belongings that counted artistic
and all this because Madame Bernhardt has been
playing Joan of Arc. There is not another
woman in the world who can so entirely make
or unmake a fashion, and undoubtedly If hel
ladyship took it into her head to appear in
coffee sack we would all be considering how
we could get one, and how near we could make
it look just like hers. Basten Lepage's picture
of Joan of Arc and Bernhardt's rendition of he
story has done more to interest the world of to
day in her than anything else; for, if the trutl
must be told, alongside some of the more in
tense heroines, femininity had grown to thinl
her a bit inspid However, insipidity anC
Sarah Bernhardt are far apart as brandy an(
water; and really believe she could take tn
tiresome heroine of the novel Of thirty years ag
and make her interesting.
a woMAN's IDEA OF GENIUS.
The woman of genius can do anything
Nothing is impossible to her, and yet as tn
world goes you ought to be thankful tina
genuises are few and far between. Genius in
masculine form is little more insufferable tina
when it is feminine-perhaps | oughtn't to sa
that, perhaps haven't the great alteration fo
the male genius that | ought to-but / mus
confess that the few specimens have seen hav
impressed me, first of all, with the keen adm
ration they had for themselves-and then tt
great sense of the smallness of the rest of til
world, and that isn't quite nice. | have an il
tense liking for men, but when they are cad
even in the line of genius, they are the mo
insufIerable ones that ever existed. How me
can write wonderful books, paint wonderfl
pictures, and make wonderful speeches and y
keep a mean little bit OF leaven in them
something do not understand, and don't SUI
pose anybody else does.
A STORY or TWO HEARTS.
Who was it that said that nothing interestiI
really happened except outside of fiction
Here's something that happened out of which
good story might be made. On Easter Day
loving husband gave to pretty wife a lit
heart, a moonstone set about with diamond
having engraved the gold back "Wi
Toms Love" 1t was strung on a very tn
chain, and madame wore it with great deligh