The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-26
ABOUT A WORLDLY LIFE.
BABs LONG AND INTERESTING
CaAT WITH A SOCIETY BELLE.

LOGS IL ray 10 Dc II as uLOuaOlS KUN
ming the "Pacs That Kills "-aow a
swell But frivolous Damsel Divides
Her Day LENT is Ny Resting
Time" says Miss Charlottesville
Time for Emotion-Looking From
Cutters Into Stars-A Timely Dose
of Choral "a sure Wrinkle Prevent
ive-society's Religion and Here
after-My Friend, What Does PayP
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New York, Feb. 25.-'Does it paygn
That's what l asked her. She was ex-
trsmely pretty, with great dark eyes aud
oval face, and a macs of golden brown hair
and, as she lay among the cushions, dressed
in a rose-colored tea gown, she looked like
one of Madelaln Lsmaire's water colors. II
you looked at her very closely you saw that
the skin, which when one is % ought to be
pink aud white, was a deadly white; you
saw that the eyes were brighter, because OF
the heavy dark lines under them, and the
nervous witch of the fingers suggested that
the woman herself physically was not as
perfectly placid as a woman ought to be;
but she was pretty, and she bore all the
marks of good birth. good breeding. intelli-
gence, and an assured position.
MISS ROSEBUD FRANKLY TALKS.
She repeatod my words, saying, docs it
payP Well, don't know. Two years ago
when was married l had very vague ideas
Of life. My mother had reared me after the
fashion Of the old school, and was pre-
pared to believe that the right thing TO do
was 20 devote myself to my husband, to
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set that my mother had always known, and
to accept nobody outside Of it. In one
months time found out that if l did this
/ should be called queer; | should weary
my husband, and the world itself would
laugh at the idea Of excluding from its
drawing rooms men or women who were,
well, to put it very plainly, what my mother
called adventurers. realized that my
husband was not satisfied with knowing
himself that my neck and shoulders were
beautiful, but that he wanted me TO exhibit
them to the world at large, 80 that they
might approve Of his choice; that he wasn't
satisfied with my dancing with him, but
that he felt il other men didn't ask me, he
was insulted. And so, from being "a tender
hearted, modest little creature, became
what | ana woman of the world OF to-
day, who will never be called to account
for her sins OF omission.
W MN 4 AFEhAH nv EEA W AEhh4
see every new play; go to every great
dance In our set. and like many other
women among US, done up in domino and
mask, l went to a ball where I saw my own
husband, unmasked, carrying around a
French dancer on his shoulder He seemed
TO be getting some fun out OF It'll wasn't
Jealous, but 1t simply appeared uninterest-
ing and vulgar to me. How do my days go?
w ell, / am not wakened until II O'Clock, and
Snlvs
10 some breakfast, and during that time my
baby is brought to me to look at. Yes,
have a baby. 1t seems funny, don't it,
That's my one opportunity during the day
to see him. Whom he was born cried be-
cause he wasn't little girl, and expressed
a vague hope that some day might have a
daughter, but my husband very promptly
told me that now he had a son / should
never again be in such q situation that it
would be necessary for me to retire from
society for few months. Then l am
dressed, and start out for the breakfast I;
there are usually lot of women there, and
possibly two or three of the men
who hang around fashionable women,
who write notices Of their enter
tainment, or, worse still, black
mail them, and who, above all things must
be conciliated. chatter with the rest and
when it Is about o'clock, depart, go to my
dressmaEer's for a little while, and then
stert out for all afternoons visiting, IL is
near z O'clock when / get home have a
cup Of tea in my dressing room, perhaps my
husband comes In TO see me for a few min
utes, il he doesn't, | sleep. l am wakened
up to be dressed for an o'clock dinner, and
we are at the table until IL o'clock, then we
60 to the Vaudeville Club, come home,
throw off the gown that smells of tobacco
smoke, put on another, and 20 TO a dance
sometimes with, and sometimes without
my husband
RESTLESS EVEN DURING LENT.
Four o'clock finds me home tired to death
and glad to lay my head on the cool pillow
and keep quiet. Sometimes we have an
early dinner and go to the theater, and there
is nothing that | adore so much as q melo-
drama, where virtue is it's own reward, aud
where the wicked people drop out of exist
ence and the good ones all obtain their re-
although l belong to classes to i'm
prove my mind, TO bowl to play
billiards and to make me mentally, morally,
and physically better, still, when the
learned teacher talks, l can manage to look
interested, while my mind is an absolute
vacuum, and my body is resting. We are
very fond OF talking Of the fast set in Lon
don or In Paris. but ia each place there are
houses where a man or woman against
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where the wcman's good name was doubted,
or the mans honesty questioned: houses
whose doors would be closed against the
reuegades. and closed firmly. There are
houses In London where the women and
men who belong to the so-called Prince OF
Wales set would not be al
lowed to enter; where, even
visit from bis royal hlRhness, unless he were
accompanied by his wife, would not be
counted an honor: but among the fashion
able set in New York there are no such
houses. Money will gild indecency OF life
and dishonesty Of purpose, and the man or
woman who can do something original to
amuse us will not be questioned very
much.
OUR DOUBTFUL VISITING LIST.
My mother cannot understand IL. She
looks at my visiting list in horror, and when
she objects TO Mrs. OR-Color or Mr. Thief
in-Purple / tell her they are re-
ceived every where, they are pop
ular, and that Mrs. "OR.Colorn
hides her skeleton under rose-hued curtains.
ana that Mr.. Thief-in. Purple gives most
original breakfasts. She still cannot under
stand why they are encouraged. In her day
thief was thief, whether he stole a loaf
OF bread or millions from the government,
and a bad woman was a bad woman
whether she sold herself for dollars or dia-
monds. You see, she draws straight
black and white line, you are or you are
not. Once in while we do
something perfectly outrageous. At least,
we think It is so. As, for instance,
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