Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-12-19
THE FEMININE.

For some people there is no such term
as en- JonsiUe, and, 1 think, Carmencita be.
| longs to that class. You could never inn
| agine her sitting upon a hearthrug, with
| stockinged feet before a blazing fire. hugging
| her knees as girls have done, less the hearth
| rug, ETC., since the days of Cain and Abel's
| sisters. You can't think of Carmencita low
! ing anybody (she says she hasn't time to do
| SOY, being interested in anybody, listening
| to anybody. Always there is the barrier OF
| the footlights And when she smiles at you,
| even in the privacy of her own apartment,
| involuntarily you almost clap your hands
| and CRY BRAVO! bravo!' while you wonder
| if she will respond to an encore. No, Car
| mencita is never Senorita Carmen Dauset
She is Carmencita sleeping, waking and
Breathing. l should like to see her with her
mother.
Don't imagine that all this is tick for
whipping the old gentleman round the
stump and thus avoiding the word ''arti-
ficial." Carmencita could give points on
naturalness to girls who don't get tithe in
their lifetimes of the admiration which she
receives in week. But, what will you?
She has been stared at, praised, lavished
over by Spanish, French and an Ameri-
can world. Is it, then, likely that you can
be her companion? No. She holds an audi
ence with you and when you remove your
wraps before entering you hang your per-
sonality up on the same peg. Nevertheless
ciously pleased to see you. More
over, she insists upon using her
eyes for vanquishing purposes. These
are not too large either, (now let every
small-eyed woman rush triumphantly toher
mirror), nor are the lashes SO long so
thick, but upon the lower lid is q most
the piece de resistance. She looks at you, and
even q woman is done for. small head,
small hands, that are not insignificant be-
cause so well lshaped-about afive-Slove-and
small feet are among the gifts showered
upon her. And she talks about these gifts
with the same ease that other women think
about theirs.
-tDoes Mademoiselle ever fall in love?" 1
ventured to ask. And given the surround
ings, and who 1 was, and who she was, it
was, therefore, not an impertinent question.
Mademoiselle and l carried on Il cOnversa-
ton which. to tell the truth, was rather
ragged at the edges, for in English she can
only babble toIerably, while in Spanish her
uuestioner had never made a step even with
a go-cart The interpreter translated the
words, and no sooner was "love" reached
than She shook her head vigorously. "No
time" she said smiling, mo time"
Did she read books-novels, anything?
She understood this, and pantom1med thus,
chattering away in Spanish: She spread out
her hands, drew her brows together, scanned
their palms anxiously and then lifted one
hand toward her cheek, which she laid ON it.
1 take it she was representing herself as
sleepy to read! No time for love! Such a
girl is as hard to analyZe as the wandering
breeze playing among the grass in summer
time.
-Carmencita is nothing if not reposeful. |
Her features earn their right to exist, and 1
tell you none of them are sleeping partners |
in the company that goes to make up her |
beauty Her brown-bordered eye CLEANS, |
her mouth always laughs She loves the |
piano and her fingers insist on playing upon |
her knees: and she loves to dance, so her |
feet keep up a continual tapping.
Carmencita grasps the hand upon being |
but when she says "Goodby,"
she merely mods her head. Then she goes ]