The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-10
W O M A Ms W 0RL D.
SOME THINGS OF INTEREST TO THE
0RNTLER SEX.


Interest-What Is Being Said About
Easter Sonnets-other Matters of
More or Less Importance.
Being now no longer a girl, the bride de-
scribed in the Philadelphia Press felt that
she must select something stately to wear
to the dinner; something fitting the dignity
of a matron-even il her matronhood only
extended back to the day before Lent be-
gan. She felt ten years older, and all the
dresses in her trousseau seemed disgracefully
girlish.
And so, with the consent of her amused
husband, she went to select gown fit for a
woman of 35-which was about the age at
which she conceived herself to have arrived.
"I will have it of auburn silk, trimmed
with black" she said. 1T shall have q bod
ice Of amber bound with deep black ribbon
the skirt shall be trimmed with deep
pleating of black lace. l will have panel
Of passementerie on the left side finished at
the top and bottom with bows. The
chemiSetts shall be of black lace, with ell
bow sleeves and passementerie running
down from the shoulder. 1t shall have q
box pleat in the back, falling from tue
shoulders and ending in q train; the should
ers finished off with black bows"
All this she did. and her husband
laughed.
Hence story whispered in Brooklyn,
says the New York Sun, concerning the
divine Sarah must be accepted cautiously.
Yet it is positively averred in the clubs Of
our sister city that an extraordinary and,
to the popular mind, characteristic incident
took place during the Bernhard engage
ment in Brooklyn last week which would
marx the actress as a unique personality.
The statement af1rms that Nine Bern
hArdt's carriage stopped at the principal
book store in tho city last Tuesday after
noon. The actress got out, went into the
shop and selected several French books
The young woman who waited upon her
was most DESTROYS to please the disting'
uished customer and exerted every effort
to show the entire stock OF foreign litera-
ture.
Nine Bernhard was much gratihed by
the politeness of the clerk. She took lead
pencil out of the girls hand and asked
something in French. Observing that the
young woman could not understand the
question, Mime. Bernhardt opened a book
that lay on the counter, wrote rapidly, and
tearing out the fly leaf, handed 1t smilingly
to the awe struck clerk.
After the actress departure the young
woman looked with dismay at the mutilated
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expensive sets of Thackeray In the store,
costing about S75. On the fly leaf that she
had torn out was written pass to the per
Torrance that evening, signed in the vigor-
GUS angular hand of Sarah Bernhardt. The
autograph was too valuable to be surren-
dered at the theater box Office. But the
book store proprietor is a practical person,
and ne is still mourning the mutilation OF a
book that is valuable now only as a curl
osity.
The daintiest perfume for ones wardrobe
| and bureau drawers, and the one that is
least likely to pail or, worse yet, grow OPP
pressive, is lavender. Big, comfortable
| fet-looking bags of this clean, sweet per-
fume can be bought at any druggist's for
very little; and half a dozen scattered
| among your belongings will make them
| dainty and sweet. 1t is never we'll to use
much perfume, still less is 1t advisable TO use
the new ones as they come out in rotation,
but select one that is not heavy and make
| it by constant use 80 much a part of your
personality that a Whit Of it blown
| across a room or a street will sug-
| gest you at once. This ideal of individ
uality in your small belongings is pretty
| vanity There is q sweet woman who never
uses any note paper but peculiar gray
shade, so that all her friends, seeing, per-
| haps only the corner of an envelope peep
| ing from under pile Of correspondence,
know at once they have a letter from her.
| A certain much admired society authoress
uses a deep shade Of pink paper for the
same reason, carrying the fancy as far as
even her manuscript These women are all
clever enough, however, to see and avoid
the line which divides the individual and
the bizarre.
On Saturday night, week ago, March
26, says the New York Times, Connecu
cut woman was en- route TO New York by
way of a railroad train due at the Grand
Central at 7:30 o'clock. Her husband was
with her, but be sat near one of the lights
reading, while she occupied a window place
in a seat with a stranger She had been
looking out of the window as the darkness
grew, watching the lights and faces of the
people in the car reflected i'll the opaque
dusk, when suddenly she was startled toy
the appearance directly 10 front of the
window Of an apparition In marble, il
seemed. 1t was the face and head of a ven-
cradle man, with high forehead. flowing
white hair and long beard. Unlike the faces
of the other occupants of the car, which
were turned In the same direction with her
self, This facs looked at her fro forward,
80 that it presented almost square front.
Something in the sight chilled and fright
ened her. Not daring to turn, she reached
around and touched the woman at her side,
TO whom, before this, she had not spoken.
"Look'' she said, earnestly; look at
thatw
Attracted by her manner, the stranger
leaned forward and peered over her shoulder
into the darkness outside.
II see nothing" she said, and as she spoke
the face vanished.
"Why. didn't you see it as you turned ~
the other asked, eagerly. "A marble white
face like Longfellow's, only larger and with
more hair and more beard. Whose could
it have beeap
She turned and scanned the occupants of
the seats near her, then got up and walked
the length of the car, searching for the orig
inal, thinking she was the victim of some
illusion of refraction. There was nobody in
the car whose face in the least resembled
that she had seen, and she and her seatmate
talked Of the matter till the latter left at
the next stopping place.
On her way from the train the Connecti-
cut woman related her vivid vision to her
husband and then dismissed it from her
mind for the time.
The next morning, however, on opening
Sunday paper she started back in alarm.
why )" she exclaimed, there is the face
that looked at me through the car window"
pointing, as she spoke, to a large cut Of
Walt Whitman, land be died last night, "
she finished In an awe-struck voice.
In the accounts of the poets death it was
stated that he breathed his last at :43 o'clock
p. 10. BY recalling the station at which
har Loft