The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-12-13
SOME FASHION NOTES
AND a FEW STORIES OF FASHION
ABLE GOSSIP.

Don't Make Acquaintances st the
Matinee-A Little Act of Kindness.
The Latest Paris Costumes-The
Newest Wrinkles IN FAsteaings
and Carriers
During long wait, says Clara Belle in
New York letter TO the Enquirer, at a mat
inee at one of our leading theaters a young
lady was accosted by a pleasant faced and
agreeable hammered woman seated next TO
her, and the two exchanged several remarks
respecting the tediousness Of the wait. etc.
AT the next entr' act the conversation was
naturally resumed, and in a pleasing and
graceful manner the woman uncovered a
box of chocolates and begged the young
lady 70 accept one.
What young lady has the heart to refuse
an elegant chocolate bonbon, especially
after having her emotion wrought up bv a
pathetic piece OF acting She took a second
one. They were delicious, but suddenly a
peculiar feeling stole over her. It was in
describe, but not an unpleasant sensation.
The voices on the stage sounded farther and
farther away, aud then a delicious feeling
OF languor sent a thousand thrills through
her body and Understanding like the
Ieellng that comes over one when q loved
hand strokes yours or caresses your hair.
How long il lasted she couldn't tell. Il
seemed long while, but when her mind re-
sumed It's normal condition the woman
with the chocolates was gone. The young
lady thinking that the sensation had been
caused by her overwrought feelings, gave
the matter no further thought The cur.
tain fell and the lights were turned up. She
felt for her opera glass. II waa not to be
found. Raising her hand by chance to her
neck, where her watch had been hanging
on chatelaine pin, it, too, was COMA.
Now thoroughly alarmed, she felt for her
pocket book. A deep slit had been cut
through her dress and into her pocket, and
its contents, pocket book, card case and vim
agrette were all missing. The truth flashed
upon her; the chocolate had been drugged,
the woman had stripped her Of everything.
1t was clean sweep
On an elevated train the other day, SAYS
the New York Times, a glimpse was had Of
a kind act, the doer Of which little sus-
pected that she was noticed. Among the
passengers was a sweet-faced young woman.
dressed in fresh. but not deep mourning,
such as one might wear for young child.
At one Of the stations another woman got
on carrying baby. Both were cleanly but
poorly dressed, the baby particularly need
ing warmer garments than its gingham
dress for the sharp air Of the day. 1t wore
no hat, q little shawl pinned over its head
serving for hat and cloak as we'll
The pair we're seated directly opposite the
lady In black, whose gaze was soon rivetei
upon them. She watched the baby as if she
could not take her eyes from it, and when a
shifting of passengers left vacant seat on
one side OF the mother she crossed and
took it.
"What a bright baby" she said. leaning
toward it; show old is she" with a soft
smile at the pleased mother.
The woman told her.
"AhP' said the first speaker, "my baby
was a month older. But she was no larger. u
Then she bent down and smiled In the
baby's eyes, letting its little hand clasp one
of her gloyed fingers. There is little
coat and warm cap" she said, speaking low
and rapidly, Twill you give me your address
and let me send it to YouG"
The woman scarcely caught her meaning,
Quick, please, leave at the next sta
ton" urged the other. still playing with the
baby.
Hesitatingly then and flushing little an
address was given. A low THANK you
was the reply, and then the train slowed I'D.
The involuntary listener and assistant at
the little scene saw the black-robed figure
pause q moment on the platform outsI ie
q.
evidently to write down the address. As
she did so glimpse was had, too, of silver
cross and a tiny knot of purple ribbon,
which showed in whose name the dead
baby's garments were offered If this Is the
spirit of all the Kings Daughters what a
beautiful sisterhood it is
l was walking in the Boulevard des
Italiens yesterday. says Partisan letter
IT, - Il =
saw a lady in one of the most beautiful
promenade toilets that l have seen this
season.
She was thorough Parisienne and wore
her gown with the Unborn grace and subtitle
knowledge that are characteristic of these
finely formed French women.
1t was dull heliotrope in heavy, smooth
cloth, combined with olive green cloth ems
broidered in gold, with garniture of marten
fur.
The bell skirt was plain, excepting a mar
row footing of gold ribbon.
The coat, which presumably was wadded,
was Of heliotrope and very long, reaching
to within a few inches of the ground.
About the bottom was deep piece OF en-
broidered green set on between two bands of
fur. A pointed piece of the same was let
into the back and edged with gold ribbon.
A very stylish rolling collar set up high
about the throat and was trimmed with a
great roll of fur The sleeves were bouffant
on the shoulders and tapered to slender
wrists of fur. Two bands of fur extended
down the front Of the coat, displaying a
narrow vest of green and gold between.
The hat was of green velvet, with de-
licious pouffe OF heliotrope chiffon stuck
through with golden wings.
Everybody knows that carriers have gone
out and girdles have come in. says the New
York Sun, but did any stop to trace the
analogy between the decadence of the one
and the popularity of the others 1t is the
wearing of tights, of course, that brings
the garter into desuetude; that is, that re-
duces the number of garters worn by one
half If you see a swagger girl with a gold
ribbon one inch in width clasped around
her waist, you may wager your bank ac-
count that she has its mate clasped around
her leg Just below the knee What for7 O.
Just for the quaint conceit of the thingl
1t Is amusing to watch the pretty girls
shopping for tights. With the psrversity
of things mundane, the counters are pre-
sided over by men, and it is very embarrass-
ing to have them ask If you are skirt
dancer or a ballet favorite. And so the
pretty girl gets the tights on an order from
the country, or for friend, or her mother,
or grandmother even. Then she hustes
home and puts them on her own slender
extrenities, throws away her carriers aud
harness OF elastic straps, aud in half an
hour realizes that she has never really
lived BEFORE The lines of anxiety smooth
out of her fair brow, the shadows Of care
soften from her eyes. She knows her
stockings won't come down, and battle,
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