The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-03-20
W0MAN'S WORLD.
SOME ITEMS WHICH INTEREST TIE
GENTLER SEX.

genious Invention OF a Brooklyn
Marion - Girls aud Their Escorts.
Other Matters OF General Interest.
A forged letter. says the New York Tri-
bune, is generally more or less easily de-
tected, but who would suspect atelegraphic
message! The paper can be obtained at
any Office. and as the handwriting is always
unknown and the envelope is rarely criti-
cally scanned, any deception would be conn.,
paratively easy. An adventure which
might have resulted In q catastrophe but
for one of these fortuitous meetings that
some people call chance, and other more
piously ascribe to providence, occurred in
the writer 'ssown circle not many months
ago. and suggests the question whether the
telegraph companies should not be recon-
mended to keep their official paper under
lock and key, giving ordinary blank sheets
to those desiring to write a message. Not
very long ago Mrs. s. received what was APP
parently an authentic telegram from her
husband, who had been looking at several
country places along the sound with a view
to purchase. The message ran as follows:
inject me at Stamford TO sign papers. Nell
son from Office will call for you at ~ aud
accompany you.n Thinking the telegram a
perfectly natural one under the circum-
stances, Mrs. 3. donned cloak and hat and
waited her husbands emissary, who shortly
arrived in q cab. He was a stranger to her,
but not being familiar with all the clerks in
the office she suspected nothing, and was
about TO depart with him to the station
when, by the strange coincidence which has
been already spoken OF her husband who
never left the Office till late in the after
noon, was seen walking up the street. AS
he told his wife afterward, heihad occasion
TO use some Important paper that he had
left in his safe at home. As Mrs. 8. turned
toward him, expressing her surprise at see
ing him when she had supposed him to be
in Stamford, the pretended clerk jumped
into the cab, called out some directions to
the driver, and was driven rapidly away
OF course the message was bogus; but Mrs.
s. g fine solitaires, which she constantly
wore, and her costly rings were not bogus,
and her excitement and fright may be
imagined wuen she found that her husband
never wired her to meet him at Stamford
at all.
Girls in these days, says Clara Belle IN
the New York Press, take pride in keep
ing step with their escorts. Well and good,
but just observe them on Broadway. TIE
wretched man, as rule, has to shorten his
stride some. This makes his gait awkward.
As for the girl! We'll, look. Especially
with the present close, long tailed skirt.
Before she has gone three blocks her eyes
are staring, her chest is heaving, her breath
is gone, and oh, misery, that little UNDER
skirt of hers has wadded itself up into a
tight ball just between her knees. No one
but a woman knows the misery of walking
while ones underskirt is doing that. No
body knows what we suffer with these tight
skirts anyhow-how our finger nails break
holding them up, how things get twisted
about our ankles, how they confine our
knees, how we wish we were dead, if only
for the chance of having wings. But have
women ever looked so well?
They tell good story, says the New
York World, on Mrs. Stannard John
Strange Winter, author Of "Bootle's
Baby" and Sir Morell Mackenzie 1t APP
pears that the great physician was being
lionized and victimized at hugger-mugger
party in a London drawing room, and in
the course Of the evening was introduced to
lady novelist whose acquaintance he had
not previously enjoyed. 81 feel that l
ought to know you" said the doctor. "I'm
=" replied the lady. But the medicine
man was no wiser. "pm -" declared
the indignant novelist, naming her popular
little story. Sir Morell, we are told, smiled
pleasantly. aud approaching his host whis-
pered: you know, of course. that you
have a mad lady among your guestsl That
Mrs. - is quite mad, but should say
harmless. First of all she told me that she
was man and then somebody's infant, and
evidently quite believed It'll"
About the prettiest light ulster Of the
season IS made of lightweight silvery gray
vicuna cloth. About the high Medici collar
and down the front OF the garment is a
broad band of black ostrich feather trim
ming. The coat has a partial yoke made Of
steel passementerie, while hanging from it
are fine steel chains sparkling with imita-
ton turquoise. The tight-fitting sleeve is
loose at the wrist and boasts cuff OF I'M
usual size. 1t is a mass of the steel passe-
menterie edged with the feather trimming
The pccket-hap corresponds In size. 1t is
also of the passementerie, and the effect of
the turquoise throughout the steel is ex-
qulsite against the gray cloth. The gar
ment is lined with turquoise blue silk. The
hat has flaring rim faced with black vel
vet, edged with a steel cord and trimmed
with Prince Of Wales tips.
An indianapolis artist, says the Indian
apolis journal, who has won prestige in
eastern art circles, tells the following Incl
dent. which occurred in a New York studio
Of much celebrity: A large class of women
and girls were skeLcDlng from q Beml-nud6
model, a young Italian, who was posed with
his head thrown back, his arms Enthusiastically
wreathed over his head, and his legs extend
ed in some sort of wild becchanalian caper.
The Indianapolis woman was sketcning the
models shoulder when she observed that he
was smiling at her in very familiar man
ner. Somewhat disconnected to discover
that she had apparently made a conquest of
this guileless child OF Italia. she began TO
sketch his knee, as more remote from the
artillery of his sentimental chances. In a
remote corner Of the room giggling arose,
and she perceived that the smiles of the fir
tatious model were taking effect upon some
lively girls among the students. They sub
sided shortly, but the young Italian still
continued firing Off smiling glances in ev-
cry direction.
At about the center of the class was a
German girl, serious to the core absorbed
in her work and fierce in manner as a fe-
male Bismarck. Every stroke she planted
on her easel was decisive and almost com
bative Suddenly she came under the bat
terry OF the Italians smiles, and, without an
instant's hesitation, her voice rang out ike
q clarion:
'You schtop dat sehmiliDg; We don't want
you to schmile."
The figure Of the model relaxed instan-
taneously and be stood straight as an arrow
before the class. the impsrsODation Of
offended ana Wrathful dignity. After an
appalling silence, be remarked in the sever
est tones:
"Iadies, am here before you hrply as