The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-07-19
Correspondence of THE SUNDAY HERALD.

Correspondence Of THE SUNDAY HERALD.
NEW YORK, July 17.--Did you ever travel
on a railroad passg 1 did once, and although
other railroads may say to me, "Come to us
at reduced prices" do you know / am quite
honest and honorable enough to keep on
paying my fare on the railroad that once gave
me pass.
At this time of the year l am always honest,
and may as we'll tell the truth-the pass was
not meant for me, 1t was for somebody else;
but that somebody else having pocket full
of passes, said, "Why pay?" and L said be-
cause can't get out of it.; and this pass was
hurled at me, and 1 rode ninety miles for
nothing, and felt as if / owned the road, as
if were director and president and all the
vices that are included in that; and the con-
sequence is, when / am going any place, even
If the other road is nearer, still go on the
road on which l once had pass, and pay my
way in the brightest and most shining ducats
you ever saw. l think the difference between
getting pass for the theatre and pass for a
railroad is that after you once have had pass
to the theatre you never want to pay, and
after you once have had pass over the rail-
road you always want to stick to that road
because you feel 1t has been extra civil to you,
while the theatre has only done its duty.
Funny, isn't it?
THE WOMAN ON BICYCLE.
think the most vicious thing l ever saw in
all my life is a woman on a bicycle-and Wash
ington is full of them. ! had thought that
cigarette smoking was the worst thing woman
could do but | have changed my mind. l
don't know why think it is vicious-it is just
one of those queer things that / cannot ex-
plain-but If had boy who was going to be
married, and he came to me and said, 'Mother,
she is the incest girl in the world and she rides
bicycle with me, l should say, 81 forbid the
bans," and / should get up in church and do
1t, and l would be the worst mother-in-law
that ever lived until the bicycle was broken.
You don't like it, my friend, any more thaniI
do. 1t may seem to you jannty, it may look
to you charming, coquettish, but doubt it.
But how would you like to see your mother
ride bicycle? Or how would you like to see
your grandmother ride a bicycle? Don't you
think 1t is just making her little less grille if
she is young enough to be called Minnie
Don't you think it is making her little less
sweet if she is. called Lily? And don't you
think 1t is taking away bit from her dignity
if you call her Dorothy; know you do. You
can imagine girl who for fun you call Jack.
or Tom, or Dick, on bicycle, but not woman
you would want to kneel down before and say,
"Bless me before l go out into the world"
You can ask that of u woman who has COM
mitted woman's follies, but you cannot ask
it of the woman whom you have seen in
divided skirt on bicycle, oh, no! OF course,
this is just what you and think; but, after
all, what you and | think, and what some
other mans wife thinks. and what some other
woman's husband thinks, and what all the
rest think, is what, after all, decides what is
right and wrong In the world.
DRESSES AFTER THE FLOWERS
The latest fad among the smart women is
to dress after fower-it seems to you an
easy something. That is because you are a
man-it is because of your experience In trous-
ers, wastcoats, blazers, ana white shirt fronts
Now, dressing aftera flower, means having
your underwear match it, having your gown
the same hue, having your bonnet trimmed
with the flowers using always the same flower
and having your parasol In harmony, and
slippers that are at least near. If they are
not the exact color. L know two women who
have gone in for It, One has made up her
mind that she will dress always as violet,
''always," meaning for the summer time, and
the other as forget-me-not. They are in
innate friends and drive together, and the pale
blue and the pale mauve make the latest
French contrast The violet young woman
has chiffon, China silk, or crepe gowns OF pale
violet, trimmed with white or black lace, as
she may fancy little coronet bonnet made of
violets, with a star just in front, that is of
jet, that sparkles almost like black diamonds.
Her parasol is pale violet silk, with white
point lace butterflies on it. Her gloves are
violet undressed kid and her shoes are of violet
undressed kid, and she wears pale violet silk
stockings. For underwear she has violet silk
vests, violet brocade corsets, and petticoat
of white linen lawn, tied with violet ribbons.
The perfume she uses is that wondrous one
which smells like real violets, not hot-house
ylolets, hut those that have come from the
woods and filled the air with an odor that is as
blissful as it is indescribable.
A SYMPHONY IN PALE BLUE.
The Pythias to this Damon is gowned al
ways in pale blue. She wears gray silk stock.
ings, gray undressed kid slippers, white lawn
petticoat tied back with blue ribbons blue silk
vest and blue brocade stays. Her bonnet is
as demure as only forget-me-not can be.
1t is a little closeftting one of chip, like that
favored by the Princess of Wales, and has for
get-me-noss just in front, while the gloves are
of white undreesed kid and the parasol OF
white crepe. None of their adorers send them
anything but forget-me-nots or violets. Orchids
are cast aside in disdain, roses are nowhere,
and each woman feels that unless she can
live in harmony with her fiower life is abso-
lutely not worth the trouble. To my way of
thinking, the young woman who selects a