St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-01-18
will receive every courtesy and always
find a room Set apart for her use.
VIOLENT PERFUMES.
A Pretty Frenchwoma n Who Was
Scented With Powdered Cheese.

A Pretty Frenchwoma n Who Was
Scented With Powdered Cheese.
No truly elegant and refine d woman
ever makes use of violent perfumes.
1t is not by a mere change of fashion
that scents are so much less employed
of late than they were some years ago.
Some doctors assert that the powerful
essences with which women saturate
their clothes and handkerchief are
often the direct cause of headaches and
nervous disorders of all kinds. Good
taste alone should prevent ladies from
using anything but the most delicate
and evanescent of extracts; everything
about young and pretty woman ought
to be Sweet-Smelling. but not to the de-
gree of making this sweetness offensive
to her encourage.
To attain this aim all the drawers and
cupboards, chiffonierS and clothes
presses in woman's dressing room
should be lined with large flat sachetS
filled with a mixture of orris root, vio-
let, amber and peau d'ESpagne powder.
These particular odors agree wei! and
blend togeth eI with a result which,
without being strong, is both enduring
ard extensively agreeable. Further
more, the linen when returned from the
laundry should be sprinkled lightly
with lavendar and verbena water, pro-
cess which removes the odor of starch
and soap lingering in its delicate folds.
The fashion of sewing tiny sacbetS of
fragrant powders in the corsage of
dresses is not new. and is certainly
very agreeable one. There also the
perfume used must be no stronger than
violet or peau d 'ESpagne, amberor orrlS-
root. A we'll known Partisan elegante,
the young Countess de c., had. two
years ago, good cause to regret having
ever adopted this fashion. The count
ess. who is one of the prettiest members
Of the French aristocracy, is somewhat
extravagant Oh the subject of dress. and
has all the costly caprices of queen of
society accustomed to reign i'll the most
brilliant capital city of the world
All bow before her scepter; she gives
law, and makes the fashions. and con-
quests unnUmbered strew her path as
thick as the leaves on willow tree.
One day she had occasion to Scold her
maid, who had neglected some part of
her service. On that same evening the
countess was going TO ball at the
Duchess d'Uze's, and as all the ''fine
heur" of French and foreign society was
to be present, the beauty desired partic-
ularly to look her very best. Standing
in front of her dressing room glass, with
the CLEAN of the wax lights playing on
her white brow, on her dazzling eyes
and oisher golden curls, she surveyed
her exquisite toilette of white velvet
strewn with silver lilies, and ablaZe
with diamonds. A great bouquet OF
''Rere dor" roses nestled on her breast,
making its whiteness look like snow.
Another hurried look, for her
carriage had just been announced,
and the countess, turning to
Abigail. exclaimed impatiently, "You
have forgotten my sachet; give 1T to
me quicklyw The m aid fastened to
comply with the request. but as she did
so there was miSchievous twinkle in
the girls eye, which her mistress UNI
the little satin bag in her cOrsage, she
swept out of the room, and ten minutes
later made her entrance in the salons OF
the duchess.
Immediately surrounded by crowds of
admirers, anxious for a waltz or
Quadrille, the countess threw herself
with great ZeSt into the amusementS OF
the evening. The rooms were very
warm, althoug h great blocks OF ice had
been placed on bronze coDSols in every
corner to cool the air, On danced the
little countess. getting warmer and
warmer herself, but enjoying the rapid
motion, the eXquisite.music and the per-
feet floor. Suddenly, to her intense
surprise, she became aware of notable
change in the conduct of her partners.
They gradually dropped away from her
side, and appeared to avoid her.
For the first time in her life she was
allowed to sit through dance unat-
tended. What was it that she read In
the glance of those men so anxious to
be near her earlier in the evening? 1t
was not censure. not injury. not Won
der; it was more vague than any OF
| these, yet to her it spoke them all. For
a few seconds her lovely antelope eyes
| lightened with anxiety, her delicate
bloom paled; then rising from her seat.
she approached the place where her
most intimate friend, the Marquise de B.,
was standing.
What is the matter? What have l
done?" she asked TREMENDOUSLY.
| The marquiSe. depressing smile,
drew her friend into secluded en-
brasure screened by Towering shrubs,
and whispered few words in her ear.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the
countess. II had noticed this myself,
but could not Think whence it came
and with violent gesture she tore the
sachet which her maid had handed to-
her from within her dress. 1t was filed
with powdered ParmeSan cheeSe,a most
melted by the warmth of the nest
wherein it had been hidden. A veil
must be drawn over the scene which
| took place between mistress and maid !;
and it was long, very long, before the
countess got over the horrible memory