The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-03-05
A YOUNG BELLE OF GOTHAM.
How q Dainty New York Girl Gets OTeI
the HOHninS Hours.
From the Time she Rises TIII she
Rides In the PaFkssThe Foreign
LOFd STANDS Ne Chance.

When first the lashes Of Dorothy, maid
Of precious lineage and resident Of the
Hill, flutter upward at the reasonable
hour Of in the morning, and the luxu-
rious mystery Of her chamber is unveiled
to her sleepy eyes. her first thought is Of
the both. Last night 9 white and hag-
gard youth may have sworn to end his
miserable life for unrequited love Of her
to-day one may he coming to claim the
hand she has sold for title-these mat
ters do not interest her.
"Celine," she murmurs, throwing an
arm out from under the covers and look
ing in the direction Of the pOrtieres that
separate her bedroom from her boudoir.
A slim young maid in q, snowflake cap
and very plain black dress appears noise
lessly, and, slipping across the carpet,
throws the heavy window curtains to one
side, letting the yellow light Of day burn
through the lace shades.
"HaVe the water very hot, Celine, !"
gurgles the interesting figure in the bed,
and then the fair face il buried in the
pillow again and the shoulders give little
shiver under the tight-drawn blankets.
The journey from the bed to the bath
tub is not serious afiiiction when one
can thrust each tender foot into q down
lined slipper and envelop the shrinking
form in q voluminous gown Of soitest silk.
Dorothy rather likes the little dash across
the hall and often laughs to herself while
making it, somewhat as a bird chirps
when it hutters down to the edge Of the
fountain and anticipates the pleasant
plunge. One must lose sight Of the di-
sheveled girl during the time she is in the
bath. With the swish Of waters there
are little sighs Of contentment. Dorothy
loves her tub. 1t is commendable pas
sion in the society girl to do 50.
THE BUD's BREAKFAST.
A cup Of breakfast tea, two thin bits Of
toast, a chop with a garland Of cress about
1t, and snowy egg, surrounded by an
equally snowy napkin, are on . tray that
rests on q very thin legged table in the
boundoir. In choicest china or silver
this matutinal refreshment awaits the
coming Of the aristoCratic young creature
who has had her hair dressed by Celine,
and now enters the little satin lined
paradise attired in soft cream cashmere,
trimmed with black fur. The sunlight
falls on her face. Not O trace Of last
nights dissipation is visible. White and
clear is the flesh, the mouth is q deep
red, the eyes are lustrous and humid. A
picture Of perfect freshness and triumph
ant loveliness, the society girl turns her
thoughts to tea and toast. Hers is won
derful life.
Maria, who lives in Harlem and goes
to the dances given by 1.-THE Sons Of Cen
tlemen Society,"" would not take off q
cream colored dress trimmed with fur
until midnight II she once got 1t on, but
Dorothy could not leave her private apart
ments in such . guise, 30 she sheds her
egg and mutton chop costume Immediately
after she consumes her second cup Of
tea, and Celine lays out for her the more
elaborate gown in which she can feel safe
to descend the stairs Of her parents
house.
A society girl in her downstairs morn
ing dress is very sweet thing. She looks
like the young wife in the French come
discretionary birdlike and kissable.
The lines Of the figure seem unusually
soft. The gentle curve asserts itself with
more tender freedom than il has chance
TO do later in the day. The deWy fresh
ness Of q lately awakened life IL In her
hair and . crisp, clean rustic in her white
skirts. 1t might be fairly said that the
society young woman reaches the true
zenith Of her possibilities when she comes
down stairs and kisses her mother good
morning. Up TO that time she has been
q beauty negligee. Later on she grows
theatrical, occasionally spectacular. De-
cidedly, she Is at best at the ripe hour Of
10 O. M, when she leaves her boudoir
and goes down to ask after the family's
health.
Dorothy's mother must be q tall, ex-
pansive, Roman nosed lady, with an
abundance Of diamond cluster rings, to be
an out and out society mamma. Amom-
ing costume Of lavender is appropriate for
her. II soitens the complexion and sets
of gray hair exceptionally well. She gives
her cheek for her daughter to kiss.
"Did BreTsale propose to you last night,
my child2" asks the mother.
The daughter glances over her morning
mail that awaits her on the table. A let
ter that she wanted is not there. She
fFowns and tears open the envelopes i'm
patiently.
"Brewsale was tipsy last night" she
replies to her mothers query. "He pro-
posed 10 me Eve times-eveFy time he
danced with me, in fact. Naturally re-
fused him. Jack was there"
The mother iFoWns now.
THAT staTveling 10 everywhere" she
says. II wish you wouldn't worry me
by having sentiment over that fellow"
"oh, m marry foreign lord for you,"
responded the daughter in q voice that
isalmost harsh. "They are thick enough,
haavan kno,va payhana II wonJt ha