New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-09-04
AT THE PIER.
GOODBYE 10 THE BUTTERFLIES.


clustering blast go the summer butterflies Shak-
inc windows and rain-swept streets. and beach
beaten marble-hard by the trampling of the SURF
chill the gave,y of those 1ight-hearte1 grasshop-
ners Who. having sung all summer. with inc hrst
lcaden sky and down-circling leaf OF autumn ieei
sad and shrunken and homesicK'
Thu storm of the end OF last week put an
end 70 the Piers season. The butterflies Win wei
and faded WINS have futtcred home again WIN
wardrobes the worse for wear ard purses ihuci ''e
worse for hotel bills. While the storm raseu theSe
delicate creatures things of sunny days. moohi's".
evenings sat in their desolate hotel rooms All"
pcered out dolcfully. An angry gray-greeh 'ea
tossed turbuently away before them VII 10 INT,
n long. pale horizon line. No yachts WIN aseu
but enhancing yachtsmen rode those suiien s"ei''
The sea was rough with white combs Inc sur
scethed among the little broken rocks. Inc Walk
before the hotels, swept with herce r'in-su''1'
was deserted save for man or TWO III ihao Ai"'o,"
and deer-stalkcr cap making hea" "s"i'i'' WV
wind with lowered umbrella
The e>odus of the children Of Israel was not
more complete and sudden than the exodus oil '"c
,.,,oraioo To-day they are nuttering around
,-orr bcad IN a dazzling cloud, drinking sherry
cobblers and Manhattan cocktails and creme "e
mortbc ot the Casino, filling in air in the tower
with their high laughter, showing their ireS'''s'
frocl,s and newest young men on the poa'u"''h
in front of the bath -housos. staring furtVe'E ~
each other. telling the most amusingly sca"uaio"'
s,orics about each other. fighting together III 'he
most ladylike manner, conccallng inc c"'ti'',
which even watering place women sometimes 'oo'
under softenng smiles and tomorrow 'hcS "io-
where? =, .ho
WhereP That is Just the question. II 'he
kind Of agreeable and convenient genie WHO wa
ALWAYS lowering about in the ARABIAN Ngii's "o"i"
only transport you after the butterflies u Wv"
various abodes, what wonderful. strange 'ii"s'
Won would see and what wonderful inc s'o'"S
Won could tell There arc butterflies mere VINO
Of n certainty go back 10 the dingest anu ub.,e"'
of homes Gorgeous butteriies 'hese 'oo inv
Norraconsett summer is thick with that unclas-
sfed set Of people who live for orie' sco'o"' u
,rbo cxis, only for their outward life. There are
women At the Pier who dress superbly. look
snlepdidly talk magnincently Of their fire friends
ord tboir finer existcnccs. and who, at home are
crowded into a sitting fat in Harlem or an out
.,olbows clearinghouse on the last Side
Norrocansett Pier IL just the place Tor thN
,oretv NJ the hundreds that move through our
Comcdie Uumaine They may have small III
co,re or tbcv may make n small ncome-bnt ~ Is
ALWAYS small Their passion il the gay worlu-'n'
gov world with It's charm OF well-drcsscd, haho-
some women. and handsome, well-educatcu
mon, with its glamour If elegance ana 9ii'-
fer NJ money II they cannot belong to inns "or'u
OF idleness and luxury and laziness all inc year
round they can al least do so for traction VI
the wear So they work all winter Tor inc summer
campaign During the cold months OF snow ana
slcet and frostbies and chilblains they arc iou'
mis- But when the summer comes with inc sun
on The sea, and the smell Of the honeysuckie On
tho lrceze with the shop-wint 1ws full OF Dif-
ooinsr and the lean purse fat with TIE Winter
savings. then they are ciJales linen All VI"
TRAININGS on Broadway and the Iol'erlhgS VII
Twenty third.st. when the saunterer mas pech
studying the fashions bear fruit In series OF COS
tunes that are fresh and lovely as May morning
From n back bedroom in third.rate crosstown
boarding-honse a butterfly emerges so gay 10
gorgeous. so glittcring. that even Narraganseu
nouseo IN look at her and mothers OF growing
dauVbters ask her somewhat kindly. where she
has ber clothes made and are not surprised when
,bor hear that tic entire wardrobe zones straight
from Paris.
When the great winds 60 roaring 10 the sea-
when the waves come boiling up on the sand.
when the fog In the air is bad for crimps ana
feathers. and the girls get out their Evening-Sun
hats and their box coats. this cijale knows that
her summer is over Into the trunks go all he
charming frocks she and her mamma have been
.titching al since last year. They are limp and
bedracolcd now Ont comes the purse destined
soon 10 be as empty rs n sucked orange Ana
away they 20 70 the fat that has no elevator and
no steam heat and no janior' or 10 the ba'k ned
room with its marbc-top table in the centre ani
it's oil-stovc in the corner. The summer is over.
The ciiale. pensvo among the ruins OF her once
brilliant millinery. NAV say, as she kisses her
manicured nngcr-tips "Adieu. mes beaux lonrs-
adieu for q year !!
The New-Rich Butterfly from East or West or
North or South goes too with the first drop Of
rain on her seek powdered cheek, and the first buf-
fct Of wind that rudely pushes her big hat askew.
She does NOT have 70 save for year for inns sum-
mer's Joys but she too thinks with sigh that the
charm NJ the year il dead. At Narragansett her
twenty-five superb costumes. with hats and para
soYs 70 match: her splendid turnout with two men
an the box and a crest as big as the coat-oi-arms
NJ n small German prince on the panels her own
ample and languidy elegant personality, mcot
with lust and intelligent appreciation. Inc
Pier recognizes her superiority. pays tribute 70 the
spendor of her clothes and the magnitude OF hcr
husbands bank account. But when she drlVcs
along tho ocean road and feels the chill OF autumn
in the air and secs the eadcn clouds hurrylhs up
for the carouse of the storm, she too sahs for arc
not her beaux iours over for year? what gooh
are fine clothes and fine carriages and Inc mousse
when one has no fine friends TO impress Inc
summer is over-has spread Its rainbow wings ana
fitted away and she must spread her wings ana
fit back TO her Zig. drcary brownstone palace
where the books have tecn bought by the yard
and the pjctires ordered by the square foot.
Goodbye To the butterflies. Like the foam on
the beach when the wilma goes buffet ing down the
shore the first breath Of autumn has scattered
Il, fhatp oiit of
memory With the frou-irou Of their rnflctl
skirts and the rustic Of their silkcn drapccrics.
shaking perfume from their laces., they have
blown before the wind-prctty, feeble, amlesS.
necless things not belonGing in any PARTICULAR