The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-11-29
A FEW FEMININE FADS.
MATTERS THAT WILL INTEREST
TIE GENERAL READER.

New YORK, Nov. 2S.-'Is it finishedP' a
tall woman asked Of a petite French
modiste in the parlors of a stylish dress.
Masking apartment.
s'Not quite, madame"
"Not donel Why, what do you meane
You said it would surely be done to-day at
II O'Clock and it is now IL 30 O'clock
"But, madame" and the little French
woman rose two inches in hight as she
dignihedly faced the angry woman, my
little buttonhole stitcher was obliged TO 90
to her mothers funeral and could not get
1t done"
"Wel, that has nothing to do with ma
It Ia my business to have my dress, aud
must have it"
"But believe me. madame. it is impossi-
bleD
Indeed; very well. you shall hear from
this tardy piece of business. Either have
my dress between this and night, or | take
eli my trade from you and also that of nv
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"
Every well; send the dress pjfound vvher
II is done, and will pay for It and see that
it is the last work you get from me.
"As yoa say, madaJde. It is an awful
bother anyway. and twice the cost 20 me 10
get your gowns "a order. 1t takes half
day to tit the padding In.
The angry woman whisked out with a
wicked 100 < In her eye. She soon forgot
her expe dence, however, as she rolled down
the Avenue In her superb turnout, and
sto' Sped at Huyler's for a soda.
As a wind-up to her forenoon's labors she
also stopped at the woman's exchange, and
10 parade her extreme generosity and large
heartedness, she gave a S50-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 hands and
fingers and many the burning, salt tears of
shame are there swallowed from the I'M
timely insolence of just such creatures, who
call themselves society women o, shades
Of Cushman if there could but genius
like yourself arise from the bosom of the
earth in full, dramatic emotion, and picture
to the world the woes OF these wage earners,
not tear In all the eyes OF men would be
left to serve a sham purpose.
While making round of the metropoli-
tan churches the other day l came across a
quaint and beautiful reality that struck me
as being unknown to the outside world
anu 10 WOLQaD was Glo CQleI.
1t Is this. Nearly every minister's pulpit
is decorated by his wife. Isn't that devo-
tional now, and kind. and sympathetic,
too!
Mrs. Rainsford, with the taste and touch
OF scenic painter, edorns her husbands.
DIR. Rainsford's pulpit, of st. Georges
church, Stuyvesantsquare, with pure lilies.
only green leaves and ferns being visible,
There is purity and chastity about the
arrangement of this old piece Of architecture
at st. Georges, which attracts the attention
of nearly all the congregation aud keeps
them looking straight at their pastor all the
time.
DIR. 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 particular
flower and she Is an all round lover of nat
ure, 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 shs can get that is fresh aud
fragrant, and spends two or three hours
making the pulpit look like a heavenly gate
to paradise within.
Mrs. Dixon, the pretty spouse of Rev.
Thomas Dixon, that eccentric follower of
the Baptist creed. who is so magnetic that
he makes every fiber 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.
II would like to see the lady of the
house." said rather good looking young
woman to another female, who stood hold
ing the door of Tenth street house half
ajar the other forenoon.
"Well, you can't see her; she's gone to
the store'
T4 I'm nD right s or, wanted to pay her
80, did you. wait and I'll run down and
find her."
20, don't bother, I have no hurry, I'd Just
as soon wait, and little rather"
Just then head appeared at the window
saying: That's an old story, Mrs. Watson,
am up TO your tricks. You don't owe me
any bill, and don't owe you any bill, and
see under your arm some new tangled book
you are canvassing for, and dou't want it,
Shut the door Sarah, the drsught will kill
the canary"
In recent styles of furnishing an attrac-
i've feature is the fitting up of various
hooks and corners It has become quite the
etyIe Tor the patriotic hostess to drape each
corner places with flags and pictures and
particularly where the upholstering OF the
apartment ia inclined to be dark and oriental
This new fancy adds a brilliant effect.
Jewel boxes of embossed plush and tinted
N imitation of ancient bronze are among
tne very latest novelties One of the pref
tIest shows a southern scene In which an old
clIne Virginia belle is pictured in ancient
Solonlai dress, anticipating the coming of
ner lover. This is the cover. As the lid
opens another phase of the courtng appeals
70 tne gazer; here the lovers ere seated on
[1suc bench, happily engaged in weaving
Oupids nets about themselves The whole
Oonoeit Is a gem Of art.
"A queer and rather graveyardy orna-
tnent somewhat used for bachelor apart
menus, is the white gnome, made of thin
plas9er paris. l give this hint Of a forth
Soing novelty to the ladies who are my
t.eeaaers, because ] know from expo rience
Snelr bachelor friends will be charmed on
S CHRISTMAS day to receive gnome for their
nelo In the hands of particularly pict-
uesq9e young Italian maiden in bronze, q
RElnA shaded stained lamp is very engaging.
a nus new revolving wick is also enticing
onu combined with the best of oil su Oh
hgnted torch-like ornament would WOO
y yEe the nineteenth century sleepy Van
"inhie TO reading and writing.
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