The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-04-13
THE EVOLUTION OF A FASHION.

Nine. Hading says that the stage sets the
fashions. In truth fashions rise in many
| often in whimsical ways just about year
ago laid wager that l could invent a
| style. The stakes were drive in the park
and lunch at Delmonico's After due
consideration, therefore, I wrote a
minute description of an imaginary,
greenery-yellery tennis girl. This
| nymph of mine got herself up in
| divided petticoat of gray-green silk, with
| gray-green silk stockings clicked with
buttercups and pig skin low shoes. Then
she put on a gray. green serge gown en-
broidered thicKly with butuercups about the
| hem and a blouse of white serge with
Figaro jacket lined with buttercup yellow.
She covered her head with soft gray-green
felt hat circed by yellow cord, she wore
violets in her buttonhole and tied up her
racquet with gray-green and yellow rib
bons. There were, of course, details of
more or less thrilling nature to lend verisi-
Multitude to an otherwise bald and uninter-
esting narrative, and at the time | hattered
| myself that she was really fetching"
In fact she 'took" with exchange editors.
| She was clipped and credited, she was pla-
| CARRIED by fashion writers and correspond
ents, she was stolen bodily. She went into
the best company everywhere. | could not
| take up Sunday paper from May to No
vember without recognizing her aesthetic
in the So. James Gazette. Then she came
home and went the rounds in Canada and
| this country a second time, ticketed IAN
| English Girls Tennis Costume EXtraordi-
nary | became very tired of her, and telt
| it a relief when the frost killed her.
| This spring have heard of her resurrec-
| ton in a vague way as "a tennis champion
on Staten Island" but had not given her
any serious heed until / met her face to face
at an opening. There she was in flesh and
| blood, or rather in good silk and wool, in
| excellent spirits and apparently quite pop
| ular. 1t was some time, indeed, before |
| got chance to approach her closely enough
| to be sure she was none other than my
| tennis girl, she was so constantly sur
rounded. When l asked after her health /
| learned that she was most successful
| model.
Presenting to the other party to the
| wager undisputable evidence that the de-
scription of non-existent costume had re-
| suited in the natural course of events in the
naturalization of that costume and in the
selling of several replicas of it by we'll es-
tablisned modistes, enjoyed my lunch and
my drive.
THE DUCHESS OF MARLBOROUGH
Naturally tour American duchess is
attracting a good deal of attention. She
cannot appear at the opera or at theatre
without 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
| evening composedly. Yesterday afternoon
| / encountered her on a tour of a picture
| gallery. She is not an especially pretty
| woman in spite of the adulation of the
tribe of jenkins. She represents very
usual type of the well-bred society
woman, with brown hair, the standard
blue-gray American eyes, regular features
| and somewhat eunuied expression. She is
rather above middle height and weighs from
| Is to 20 pounds less than she did when she
was plain Mrs Hamersley. This, however,
| is an improvement, rather than otherwise.
! She wore tailor gown of chocolate brown
| with brown straw capote trimmed with one
| rather large vellowish- brown orchid. She
| chatted with her two companions with con-
| siderable animation, and her voice was Gull
4;yated and musical. She is making herself
very pleasant in New York, but there is a
| look about her mouth and her eyes which
| would not impress ne as belonging OF right
to woman who was especially happy IN
her day and generation.
A NOVEL PROMENADE.
AS spring advances and the sap begins to
| RIM 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 VINO can
care no longer for the little green.ohhded
white cottage, with its garden running over
| with old-fashioned flowers, Ior Dne LOUISE
where she has spent her llfe ana 10 WHICH
ter maybe or a thrifty mason or an engineer