The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-09-21
SAGE CARRIE CARELESS.
SHE MAKES SOME VERY WISE
REMARKS.


Over the Fence to the Cherry Tree
Sometimes Love Making in tho
Country Is Time Wasted - About
the Complexion-Girls and Cigar
cites.
NEW YORK, Sept 20.-"In the night all
cats are gray" says the French proverb.
and by the same token, ia the soft glow of
gasiight, all women are young and beauti-
full. When did woman ever know, as they
do now, just how much ivory powder and
rose paste, aud hare's foot, was necessary
for perfect effect under shaded lampsl
Il wash my face with very hot water at
night, and in the morning dust it with a
little baby powder, and that is how l keep
my face so fresh and smooth" says tine
society lady. Humbugl She has upon her
dressing table more creams ana lotions
than would stock country drug store.
They all use them. II you don't believe
me. go into the parlors of one of the great
toilet bazars aud watch the purchases
Nov, there's no objection to this in the
world, but why fib about its l confess
freely that l put upon my face every lotion
l can hear of that is said TO take off freckles,
and so far nothing has in jured my face
bit.
Why, it stands to reason that no one Is
going TO manufacture an injurious thing.
That would be bad business policy.
Have found anything that would take
them off Well, no-not yet, but like Miss
Squiers, II as 'opes,n aud il ever do strike
it, I'll tell all the world about it,
Mrs. Willie K. Vanderbilt was in a box at
the Madison Square theater last Saturday
evening. Mrs Vanderbilt is a pretty woman
at any time, but she Cooked like a queen in
a book" that night. Her dress was of white
CASHMERE, trimmed with bands of ostrich
feathers. Her opera cape was thrown
away from her pretty shoulders and in it's
place was softly laid a bow of cream-white
plumes. Her fan was also of feathers. and
dainty white bird nestled in her hair.
Hers was the beauty of young womanhood.
Down at Long Branch the very next day
] got a glimpse at a picture Of fair. sweet
glrlhood. Did you ever drive out toward Nor
woods II you have, you know that at this
season of the year there are let's of wild
cherries ripe. Some of the very incest
must of course be on the other side of the
fence. SO a body can't get them. 1t was
after these my girl was going, and | saw
her Just as she poised on the top rail. T hen
she swung the other foot over, and there was
a momentary CLEAN of cream hose andsred
leather ties, flutter of cambria and lace,
and she was among the cherries with cheeks
their own color. From where | sat she
looked like Miss Birdie O'Neil, and she wore
dress like hers, but then, may have been
mistaken.
There's girl on Madison avenue who is a
heart-broken wretch. she says she never
will smile again and believe her. Never
is a week. Her misery is all along Of a
man. The same old story.
1t wasn't more than three weeks ago that
they roamed through sweet country lanes
arm in arm. in the moonlight, and he filed
her ears with that sweet trash which lovers
vows are made Of And when they sepa-
rated there were promises Of daily letters
and eternal fidelity and all that sort Of
thing, and now, within a MONTH comes n
letter:
DEAR OLD GIRL-Awfully sorry, but can't
come up this fan. You see, the pater is hard
up and wants me 10 marry girl down here
who's got lots of tin; OF course. she isn't half
as nice you, and don't love her n bit. but
what's a fellow TO do? Well try and be sensi-
BILE about it, won't wef Respectfully,
FRED.
Sensible Well, from the way she scowled
when she twisted that letter up thought
Fred's time in this vale of tears was short,
but in a few minutes she began to cry, and
all her wrath dissolved. She'll write him a
fearful sort of letter about getting her to
a nunnery" and all that rubbish. Then
she'll put on her prettiest gown and go out
for new conquest
You see. l know girls pretty WELL 1
ought to, | have been one long enough.
know another girl who is writing love
letters, but she is one of those fortunate
ones who ''has the tin, and fear the only
music that ever was awakened in her sordid
little heart is the clink of e I'D. She has
hooked a golden fish, too, and her mamma
superintends her letter writing and tells
her every word she must say. Just i'm
agine IL
Miss Adele Horwitz Of Baltimore is called
the belle OF Lenox. She has only been there
a few weeks, but rumor says all the men
are at her feet, and rumor also says that
they are very pretty feet, almost as small
as Mrs. Frank Lellies, who has the smallest
foot of any full grown woman in the world.
Miss Horwitz heeds the injunction, "Wear
street gowns the color of your hair, house
gowns the color of your eyes and evening
gowns the color Of your complexion" Her
hair is chestnut brown, her eyes are very
blue, and her complexion is cameo pink and
cream.
Mrs. Marshall o. Roberts says she is
not going to marry the baron, that il she
wished to get married which she don't
but If she did, she can find men in her own
country plenty good enough. That she
doesn't propose to have her money used q la
Marlborough for mendiug roofs, nor La
Pappenbeim for running Dutch brewery.
She further says, this loyal little American,
that so far the international marriages have
resulted only for the benefit OF the for
eigners, and that she would rather
marry a man without a name than a
name without ga man. Good for her;
wish she'd come back here and open a school
for the FORMULATION of her ideas. Think
of Chauncey Depew going TO dinner at the
invitation of the Prince of Wales and pay
ing his own bill What il New Yorker
were to treat Mr.. Depew that wayl But in
this case it Is all right, and the great doctor
accepts it all in good part, because, for
sooth. he is a prince. Not long ago a
greasy. ill-smellng foreigner was at New
port, and during the progress of a ball he
insuted two or three young girls.
The host was spoken to about it, and what
was the RESULT Why, he looked at his in-
former a moment in speechless surprise, and
then replied: "Why. my God. man, he's q
princem And that was good and sufficient
reason why he should violate the honor of a
mans daughter under his very eyes, if he so
desired.
That's the sort of thing that makes me
mad Pm looking for chance to slap one
of these foreign whelps squarely In the face,
and III do it, too, you see il don't.
But therel Pm getting excited. I'll talk
of something else. the new theater NANTES,
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