The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-05-15


and Paris shop dealers, REQ 1gnizing this
failing, keep all sorts and grades, but never
theless silk, 50 that moderate purses can
revel in purchases Of the one great luxury
Of an essentially feminine woman.
There is a wonderful satisfaction In know
ing that one is dressed even better under
meath than outside, and as a very pretty
girl remarked: II always think Of being
thrown out of carriage or having a fit or
something that would neoessitate the ex-
posure Of my petticoats; therefore, whether
in gingham or velvet mean TO have my
vest, corset. stockings aud petticoat of
silk"
Some women will advance the argument
they are cooler for summer, but have moth
ing to say when they are accused of wear
ing the same weight through the winter
months. Go where you will and question
whom you like, you will discover that above
pretty gowns and bonnets, dainty flnery,
and even jewels, a woman genuinely enjoys
the luxury Of wearing silk stockings
There is much talk these days, says the
New York Times, that age is subject to
ones will, that we are not old till we make
ourselves so, and all that. This Is true to a
limited extent. There comes, however, a
moment when the stern truth tnat external
youth, at least, has fled is forced upon us =,
and 1t is not moment OF happiness. Said
woman the other day to O friend:
II have beed trying 10 settle down all
day. This morning my two little daugh-
tors playing together while l was sewing
settled a question of age in their assumed
roles OF grown-up folks by saying, the elder
to the younger: Now l am very old lady,
like mamma, you know, and you are my
daughter to which the younger under
standingly acquiesced.
Like blow In the face it came to me
hot hos l. A. 7
person of really advanced agel recalled
my own childish impression OF my mother,
and the mothers of my little girl friends,
realizing that held the same opinion that
my daughters did. When the children left
the room l rolled the window
shade way up to let strong and uuob~
structed light fall on the mirror, and before
1t studied myself carefully. Alas! there
was no semblanoe 10 this matured oounte-
nance to the girl 1 knew thirty years ago.
Until to-day supposed carried her face
as carry her heart and feelings. My chill
dren have taught me better, and am try
ing to adjust myself to this new attitude"
An artist, an author, and society woman
in Boston recently compared their views
upon the period in life when a woman is at
her best. The artist said that portraits OF
women should not be made between 25 and
40, for before 25 the face has an expectancy
which charms, and after 40 the character is
formed aud is revealed in the lines of the
face.
The author liked best to study women
between the ages Of 80 and 40, because they
then had the experience Of the world and
the joyousness Of youth.
The society lady was OF the opinion that
from IS to Is was the time when women
were most generally fascinating.
1t is interesting to remember in oonnec-
ton with this that many of the women
who have been famous for their beauty and
fascination for men achieved their greatest
triumphs between the ages of 80 and 40.
Josephine was SO when she married Napo-
leon, and judging by the letters written by
the absent husband during the early years of
their union she inspired the redoubtable SOL
der with most intense love and jealousy. 1t
is claimed by many writer's that she was the
only woman Napoleon ever really loved.
Cleopatra was nearer 40 than 30 when
Marc Antony fell beneath her spell, and the
most beautiful woman the world has ever
known, Helen Of Troy, was long past 30
when the Trojan heroes fought their fam
GUS battles for her sake.
At a late reception Given by
a leading woman IN the metro
politan world Of fashion, says Clara Belle in
the Cincinnati Enquirer there was an emil
nent sculptor present 1t was noticed by
those who know him Intimately that he was
particularly thoughtful and solemn-visaged;
his quips and quirks were missing. his wit
silenced, his handsome face yelled in alb
straction. His eyes followed the beautiful
daughter of the hostess, but there was no
genial human glow In them; they were as
cold as the disks of a stereoscope. What was
he doing? Why, he was contemplating the
glory Of statue repeating line for line the
exquisite form OF this young girl From
the nature of the fashionable attire she wore,
a single lace underskirt, possibly, coming
next TO her glove-ftting silk jersey under
wear, the skirt Of her gown made in ons
piece and clinging without wrinkle or
crease to her hips, the swell CT her limbs
plainly visible, her arms and neck and
shoulders barred and looking whittier than
any marble that ever felt the cold tooth or
of the chisel, that sculptor with bis trained
eye was looking upon Galatea who had
just stepped from her pedestal and was
moving about, unconscious of her lack of
drapery, in that elegant drawing room.
The sculptor approached the hostess and
with low obeisance, said: MADAM | crave
q great boon at your hands"
"What is it, You know could refuse
you nothing"
daughter to stand as a model for NO."
you been drinking too deeply3 Are you
dreamingm
mo, my dear madam" replied the
sculptor, ~ have not tasted your wine as
yet / am calmly, coldly, perfectly my
self. All that ask is that you bring your
daughter to my studio in the gown that she
now wears, possibly three or four times"
"Impossiblel You are mad! 1t would
create a scandal You are raving."
81 ask no more than any portrait painter
would exact; a screen will be so placed that
she can't see the marble counterpart of her
self"
mot for all the world" half whispered
the hostess. at would be confession that
my daugh ter is imnodestly gowned, and 80
she may be to poet, to n painter or to a
sculptor; but thank heaven, society is not
made up of such people. The line of the
decollete is the horizon Of the average man,
You are out of your element In my drawing
room; you are too far-seeing O man alto
gethern
az met that Mrs. Smythe coming up the
avenue with a great bunch OF pink roses
pinned on the front Of her black dress
What taste that woman hasw
"But. Ella" said the mother OF the young
lady who was speaking. pink and black go
well together"
"Yes, but pink and wrinkles don't. Roses
on that elderly specimen-the ideaw
The ''elderly specimen" " ent home, says
the New York Mercury, took off her roses
smelled Of them lovingly, shook their petals
tenderIy, and then With little sigh, put