The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1891-12-04
OUR FASHION LETTER.
CRISP COMMENTS ON THE FANClES
AND FADS OF THE DAY.
selfishness ana Hardheartedness I'm 80
ciesy-nIinisters' Wives-New Gowns
Novelties In Other Lines-New ColOrs
and Winter Hints.
Copyright. 1891.
Special Correspondence.

bIociai Nfio9P'huohSo.
New YORK, Nov u.s." Is 1t fnished?'
q tall woman asked OF a petite French
modiste in the parlors Of a stylish dress
making apartment.
Not quite, madame"
mot done! why! what do you meant
You said it would surely DO done to-day
at eleven and 1t Is now half past eleven
But, madame" and the little French
woman rose two inches in height as she
dignifedly faced the angry oman, my
little buttonhole stitcner was Obliged to
60 to her mothers funeral aud could not
get 1t DONE"
"Well, that has nothing to do with me.
It lis my business to have my dress. and
must have it,"
sible."
Indeed, very we'll, you shall hear from
this tardy piece OF business. Either
have my dress between this and night, or
take all my trade from you and also that
of my friends"
Very we'll, madame, If such be your de-
cision. / cannot get the gown finished"
"You stubbornly refused to hire more
help, and favor me-"
II cannot get more help"
Very we'll; send the dress around
when it is done, and / will pay for it and
see that it is the last work you get from
me-"
AS you say, madame. 1t is an awful
to get your gowns in order. It takes o
half day to fit the padding In"
The angry woman whisked out with q
wicked look in her eye. She soon forgot
her experience. however, as she rolled
down the avenue In her superb turnout,
and stopped at Huyler's for soda.
As wind-up to her forenoon's labors
she also stopped at the Woman's Ex-
change, and to parade her extreme gener-
osity and large heartedness she gave a
fifty-dollar bill for the support Of the
genteel poor.
Such is the life of the dressmaker and
the milliner. Poor, Godforsaken little
workers. Many are the blisters on their
hand and fingers and many the burning,
salt tears Of shame are there swallowed
from the untimely insolence Of just such
creatures, who call themselves society wo-
men. Oh, shades OF Cushman! II there
could but genius like yourself arise
from the bosom Of the earth, in full, dra-
matte emotion, and picture to the world
the woes of these wage earners, not a
tear in all the eyes of men would be left
to serve sham purpose.
*.*
While making round of the metropoli- |
tan churches the other day, came across |
a quaint and beautiful reality that struck |
me as being unknown to the outside |
world. And in it woman was the chief |
factor.
1t is this. Nearly every minister's |
pulpit is decorated by his wife. Isn't
that devotional now, and kind, and |
sympathetic, too?
Mrs. Rainsford, with the taste and |
touch of a scenic painter, adorns her hus-
bands, DR.. Rainsford's pulpit, of st.
Georges Church, Stuyvesant Square, with |
pure lilies, only green leaves and ferns
being visible. There is a purity and |
chastity about the arrangement of this
odd piece Of architecture at St. Geoges, |
which attracts the attention of nearly all |
the congregation and keeps them looking
straight at their pastor all the time.
DR.. Huntington of Grace church, recog-
nizes in the arrangement Of his pulpit by
his wife, the true instinct of an artist.
Mrs. Huntington does not fad " any par
ticuar flower and she is an all round lover
of nature, so takes no jealous pick from
good old mother earth's children. She just
rushes round to the florist on Saturday
afternoon, and takes what she can get that |
Is fresh and fragrant and spends two or
three hours making the pulpit look like q
gate to paradise within.
SIS
Mrs. Dixon, the pretty spouse of Rev.
Dixon, that eccentric follower of
the Baptist creed, who is so magnetic
that he makes every fibre in ones frame
stretch itself and burn with enthusiasm
when they hear him; enjoys immensely
the dainty bouquets and standing figures
garnitured with blossoms by his wife's
graceful fingers.
Il would like to see the lady OF the
house," said a rather good looking young
woman to another female, who stood hold
ing the door Of Tenth street house half
ajar the other forenoon.
We'll, you can't see her; she's gone to
The store"
"Oh, I'm right sorry, wanted to pay her
! little milliner's bill"
"Oh. did you, wait and I'll run down, and
find her."
"Oh, don't bother, have no hurry. I'd
Just as soon wait, and a little rather"
just then head appeared at the window
saying, chats an old story, Mrs. Watson
am up to your tricks. You don't owe
ne any bill, and don't owe you any bill,
Ind l see under your arm some new
tangled book you are canvassing for. and
don't want it. Shut the door Sarah, the
iraught will kill the canary"