St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-04
A BELLE OF GOTHAM,
How a Dainty New York Girl
Gets Through the Morn
ing Hours.
The Journey From the Bed
to the Eath and the
Plunge.
She Takes Her Tea and Toast
in a Soft Cream Cash
mere.
Her Ride in the Park and Her
Chat With "Jack," Her
Beau.

yelled to her sleepy, dark eyes, her first
thought is of her bath, says the Chicago
Times of the New York belle. Last
night white and haggard youth may
have sworn to end his miserable life for
anrequited love of her; to-day one may
be coming to claim the hand she has
Iold for a title-these matters 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 the-bOudoir.
A slim young maid in snowflake cap
and very plain black dress appears
noiselesSly, and. slipping across the car
pet, 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,"
EurgleS the interesting figure in the bed,
and then the fair face is buried in the
pillow again and the shoulders give
little shiver under the tight-drawn
blankets.
The journey from bed to bath tub
Is not a serious affection when one can
thrust each tender foot into down
lined slipper and envelOp the shrink
ing form in a volumnous gown OF
Eoftest silk. Dorothy rather likes the
little dash across the hall, and often
laughs to herself while making it, some
what as bird chirps when 1t flutterS
down to the edge of the fountain ana
anticipates the refreshing plunge. one
must lose sight of the disheveled girl
during the time she is in her bath.
With the swish of waters there are lit
tie signs of contentment. Dorothy loves
her tub. 1t is a commendable passion
in the society girl to do so.
The Eud;s Breakfast.
A cup of breakfast tea, two thin bits
of toast. chop, with garland OF cresS
about it, and a snowy egg, surrounded
by an equally snowy napkin, are on
tray that rests on a very thin-legged
table in the boudoir. In choicest china
Dr. silver this matutinal refreShment
awaits the coming of the aristocratic
young creature who has had her
hair dressed by Celine. and who
enters the little satin-lined paradise at
tired in soft cream cashmere, trimmed
with black fur. The sunlight falls on
her face. Not trace of last nights
dissipation is visible. White and clear
Is the flesh. the mouth is deep red, the
eyes are lustrous and humid. A picture
of perfect freshness and triumphant
loneliness, the society girl turns her
thoughts to tea and toast. Hers is a
wonderful life.
Maria, who lives in Harlem and goes
to the dances given by 1.-The Sons of
Gentlemen society,"" would not take OFT
cream-cOlored dress trimmed with fur
until midnight If she once got 1t on, but
Dotothy could not leave her private
apartments in such guise,so she sheds
her egg and mutton chop costume I'M
poaHiafaIu aftar che consumes her sec
Ond 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 down stairs
morning dress is very sweet thing.
She looks like the young wife in the
French comedies extremely birdllke
and kissable. The lines of the figure
seem unusually soft. The gentle curve
asserts itself with more tender free
dom than it has chance to do later in
the day. The dewy freshness of lately
awakened life is 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 beauty negligee. Later OIL she
grows theatrical, occasionally spec
tacular. Decidedly, she is at best at
the ripe hour of 10 a. M, when she
leaves her boudoir and goes down to
ask after the family's health.
DorOthy'S mother must be tall, eX-
pansive Roman-nosed lady, with an
abundance Of diamond cluster rings, 10
be an out-and-out society mamma. A
morning costume of lavender is appro-
pirate for her. Ii SoftenS the complex
ion and sets off gray hair exceptionally
well. She gives her cheek for her
daughter to kiss.
Did BreWsale propose to you last
night, my child?" asks the mother.
The daughter chances over her morn
ing mail that awaits her on the table.
A letter that she wanted is not there.
She frowns and tears open the envelopes
impatiently.
"Brewsale was tlpsy last night" she
replies to her mothers query. "He
proposed to me FIVE times-every time
he danced with me, In fact. Naturally
refused him. Jack was there"
The mother frowns now.
81 hat Stdryeling is everywhere" she
says. Il wish you wouldn't worry Inc
by having sentiment over that fell
low
'.Oh, I'll marry a foreign lord for
NOus Qu SlllCl III q VOICE
that is almost harsh. "They are thick
enough, heaven knows. Perhaps it
won't be Brewsale. | don't like the
odor of him. Jack says its gin that
makes him like that"
Il have arranged Lord Brewsale's
orchids in the drawing room." said the
mother, ignoring her daughters OBJ
BervatiOnS.
What have you done with jacks
roseS?" asks Darothy.
'Oh, | left them in their paper. There
were, only half dozen of them. There
are three or four other punches of flow
ers for you this morning, though none
from any one of consequence"
1t could hardly be expected that girl
of twenty, with big, penetrating eyes
and swift flowing blood, would agree
with her mother as to who is of conse-
quence and who is not. 1t is not sur
prising that she does not even go into
the drawing room to see the noble
mans orchids, and that she hunts
up that small bunch of roses from
Jack and takes them to her boudoir.
Society girls actually have delightful
qualities of beart and mind to start
with, and occasionally they retain them
through the excitement of social train
Ing. 1t is rather difficult, however. to
withstand the Influence of friends and
parents and rise superior to conyen-
tional ambitions. Perhaps Dorothy is
sentimental and honest hearted at
twenty, but it would be hard to saw what
she may be at twenty-one. A clever
mother can accomplish a good deal in a
year.
DOrothy's Visitors.
There is peal of laughter in the hall.
a particularly clean shaven, dignified
and stately young servant announces
the arrival of Miss Van Beeckman, Miss
Cadwaller-JOnes and Miss Fahnestock.
These young ladies, by invitation, come
rushing up to the morning room, bring
ing with them the breezy sweetness of
the cold outer air, and Dorothy becomes
target for their caresses. Society girls
do not chatter, but they seldom aban-
don their feminine nredilections co