Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-11-22

hood of reddish and yellow satin She
leans back in her carriage, and her face is
framed in a thick frill of black lace that
surrounds it like duSky halo. Her
shoulders only half emerge from fire
of rudy yellow and black that flickers
up 10 her ears and blazeS away down
over the carriage robe. The sparrows
stop ruiliing their feathers, and the
chipmunks turn their blue noses to
watch her, for that Spanish hood and
that great surge of satin and lace boa
is almost warming. It's such an eye
compelling fashion. at once picturesque
and daring.
My ncighbOr at the horse show ON
the last evening of that brilliant spec
tacle was not L pretty damSel; she had
Il low forehead, heavy lustreleSS hair
and a Swarthy complexion, sSut her in
telligence was quick enodh to wrest
all possible advantages out of the situa-
ton. About her shoulders she had flung
a long wool scarf woven in gay Italian
stripes o. scarlet and cream. One end
hung in front, her brown fingers play
ing with its tangled fringe. The other
she had wound across her throat, pinned
with barbaric boss of gold and left to
fall over her left arm. Her hair was
coiled in ShadOwy knot, its loose rings
dropping in front even to her eyes. Not
4 human being looked Mt her but looked
a second and 4 third time. They caught
the CLEAN of gold beads at her neck and
gold coins among her bangles. She
didn't overdo the thing for She wore no
earrings. On her head she had loose
twist of cream and Sca.let with just n
hint of gold fringe. ! heard woman
call the idea clever; one could see the
girls escort thought it fascinating.
One of the guests at the wedding last
week which transformed Miss Annie
Hayward Cutting into the Baroness de
Vrieric was noticeable girl with brown
hair, brown eyes, full pouting lips, and
a Strikingly pale complexion. This en-
semble was accumulated TO degree that
was even startling by brown cloth
dress matching exactly the other browns,
and edged with bands of owls feathers
of the cream tint of her skin. a long
owls feather boa touched her neck and
continued its hue. There were owls
wings on her brown hat, and a She
walked she waSa moving study of cream
and brown.
\ pretty little widow who carries
about her, like Hester Prynne, scarlet
letter, though visible only to the eyes of
women with husbands and brothers and
! lOverS-that letter being n great d.,
which stand for DanGerouS-waS dis
pcusing tea yesterday afternoon in her
own dainty drawing room, with its
miXed-up OrientaliSm suggesting the
bOudoir of an ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Arabian Nights princess who had lit
tie of everything from everywhere
fetched her on magic carpets and depoS-
tied promiScuouSly. She was clad in a
tea-gown of white and green brOcade
that was a japanese poem in drapcry
her graceful movements supplying the
rhythm. A wide belt of silver embroid-
cry circled her waist, meeting in front,
crossing back beneath her arms and
over the shoulder blades, coming to a
sharp point in the neck behind. Below
this strange girdle the robe was plated
to the waist, but the skirt fell in unbro-
ken folds. To drink tea in its company,
with the SmallneSS of the widow coax
ingly compelling sympathy and con-
Straining one to say: Poor little wo-
man.'-seemed to be considered peril
ouSly fascinating privilege.
At Mr.. Stanley's Brooklyn lecture |
sat near a tall blonde young woman
who was wise enough to wear velvet
cen. She had deep-Set eyes of the sort
that are made innocent and childlikc
by black lasheS, these contrasting eff
fectively with the golden red of her
hair. The velveteen was pure white
in color, exqusitely soft and rich in
texture, OF the kind that the English
have long appreciated, but that one
seldom sees here. \ folded belt wide
enough TO reach to the armpts confined