The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-13
CARRIE CARELESS.
The Winter Girls Can GIVE the Lati-
tude and Longitude of Bohemia.
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faded at Newport, flown from Tuxedo and
gone from the breakers like foam on the
sands, she has burst into gorgeous, rugged
bloom in the gayest Of cities will the e1-
otics Of her own chrysanthemum show. The
summer girl has been transplauted a
| thrives hardly on November breezes and
the secret knowledge that just now every
| one else is brimming with the diablerie OF
winter winds.
After two months In Paris it is best Of all
to be home again. Life there began to taste
like loug-opened wine, at least among those
| Parisians who make society more exclu-
sive than McAllister and his much -to-be
| lamented successor can hope to muster here
| That is because of the debutaute. She is
| too stupid, to completely the reflector Of
| that disreputable guarantee of respect
ability, the chaperon, to give eff
| fervescence to the cup we quaif. With
the ubiquitous battlemented doSager at her
elbow, the French girl will look at the most
| promisi < man III the room with a calm and
complete lack OF comprehension and with
out daring challenge to Out-maneuver
| the resources OF her left. NJ most tragical
| memory of Partisan life-of life in the up
| permost stratum-is the poor debuJante out
/ done by les cORUendnceS embodied IN the en-
vious creature at her elbow. Ii is cause
| Paris is so bad at heart tina the girls can't
|
try, by the way, is about the only
one In Europe over whose boundaries
| powers don't dispute. They all know, from
| highest to lowest its exact dimensions and
! the fiat of Punishment against one who has
| crossed its borders. 1t Is as far removed
| from the young Parisienne as the lowest
slums from US, aud it is more unapproach-
nbls. 1t is surrounded Paris-by high
| blank wall, in which is set a little door
| ha a
knocked impatiently. Each tap is the
renup citation Of something she had
obeyed while girl, so that the
opening door, through which we s8ize q
glimpse Of colors tangled aud rioting life
closes behind her finally and irrevucably.
Yes, two months in Paris taught me that
Bohemian affairs there are run without a
license, but on this side of the Atlantic
that. happily, is not true. There is a long,
lovely stretch of debatable land where we
have enacted a few laws, aud where young
men and maioens can wander very con
tentedly, without knowing surely under
whose rule existence il such Joy. And il
they do discover, it doesn't make any diff
ference. for the slopes are so gentle aud the
customs so similar between the borders OF
Bohemia aud the little plot where our best
families hold court that a step or two will
| carry them back again.
What q thoroughgoing little Bohemian
Kit is," said big fellow OF the Manhattan
Club a day or two ago. "She knows the
town like a book. A S0-cent table d'hote is
jolIier for her than Delmonico supper.
| Likes it better, | guess. Says there's life
and something instructive In watching the
set we haven't moved in" What Jack said
is true Kit. the winter girl. who lives like
a queen on Fifth avenue charms like a
gypsy across the border.
But search for ignorant foolhardiness and
presume on her reckless little defances and
you will have q bad quarter of an hour, as
she shows you how much she knows about
mems manners.
This same Kit saw Capt. Latterblair'
the other night with Jack, who had ridden
horseback with her during the summer il
the crisp mornings land nights when CupiC
tricks his votaries out OF their seven senses
You remember what the curtain conceal,
as 1t falls upon the last act-SotheFn aac
Miss Harmed alone among the autumn leavei
telling the old, old story in a strangely new
stage way. Well, Kit plainly was remem.
bering, and since she couldn't stroll through
lane whose shadows are mute friends SHE
would take Jack TO lunch at Del's. Go home
she shouldn't until jack gave token Of recoI-
lection, too. Poor victiml After supper
met them at the Fifth avenue entrance, and
Jack was looking mYstiaed and miserable
Kit. the irreproachable, who strolls through
| duy QbDT bu6 CuOOseA, was laughing as
girl whose own animal spirits are all she
can subdue into comfortable compass, will
laugh when her cheeks are Redeemed with
champagne and her eyes feel very large
and very widely opened She had loitereo
| in Bohemia for two hours, and no one will
be the worse for it-unleSs, perhaps, it may
be Jack.
In Paris there was something worse. A
New York girl-sweet, dainty, rich anC
| I'D 70 via tDti tnhQ
ried Count - three years ago. She wen
70 Paris, paid his debts, and was thrown
into the wickedest maelstrom there because
| of her husbands scandalous life. / dom
know the detailed course Of her career be-
tween her marriage and the night 1 saw
her, but history was engraved on her face
The man with her wasn't the count, but he
was in his likeness The countess wa
| waiting for her carriage after an evening
at the house of a young widow, and sinot
the weather was dsmply warm anc
| the pavements wet, her skirts were draw
| about her ankles and her huge boa wa
thrown back from her throat 1t was not
pleasant sight, this pair. with the yellow
CLEANS OF fiaring lamps shining upon the
sinister, haggard face, and the bold, lovely,
reckless features of the American Paris
isnne. Her laugh aud sharp voice, as sh,
jumped into her carriage crying. "Entre1
| mon ami" have pursued me across the At
lantic, The air on this side is clearer and
fresher, though, so I'm hoping to forget the
unhappy reality OF the episode, and hold il
up only as a warning which hasn't hold
on fact.
Never lived set 80 eager for fun, sc
ready to accept anything which affords
amusement as that Of the girls who will rul.
this winter. But what 10 there new
Nothing, absolutely. Flower show, hors,
show, high teas, worn out germans, after.
noon lunches-just the same old round OF
gayeties, save for difference. The young
men are going to be hard to get. Business
business, and the club o. nights will keeI
them from the great affairs They will bC
ready to obey the mysterious behests Of tn,
girls when they are tired Of pleasures Of
high functions and wish quiet little party
of two but at high functions-long live th,
! unclesl
They aren't to be despised, either, foi
they take chivarous and personal prid,
In plotting pretty niece down the room
The uncle in society is very like French
man, but the niece, In Bohemia or immureC
within fifty years OF convention, isn't anC
can't De, while her brain and her heart ar,
her own. Parisenne.
CARRIE CARELESS.
CHARLES D. YOUNG, y years, OF Denver, Col.
has built whathis friends claim to be the small