The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-19

81 50-n l suppose it is this pitiful amount
which sweeps away all distinctions of sta
ton. Or perhaps the differences disappear
When we lay aside our garments. Dress
defines the woman every time, doesn't it,.
But II dress defines her arti6cislly out of
doors. undress defines her for what she truly
is In Turkish bath.
All classes of women go to the baths and
jump into deep waters together. They
hobnob on marble slabs as nature formed
them, and they lie down side by side to have
what is left Of their tresses dried, these
these leaders of the gay world" pro-
nounced with meaning emphasis, and that
other gay world" uttered with solemn,
envious respect.
But "any one as is any one comes regular
onct a week, said my attendant as we
walked down long, luxurious halls, dimly
lighted by stained glass windows. Upstairs
we went, past rows of rooms curtaiHed with
gorgeous eastern stuffs, behind whose cur
tains we saw heaps Of lace lingerie and
bright oolored hose tossed about on the di-
vans and little lacquered Turkish tables,
The halls were deserted, except an occa-
sional fleeing attendant, whose artistic sheet
was my despair. she looked like Roman
lady on vase, while l clutched my gar
ment like yankee in a strange land.
We fastened to the hot room, where one
glance at purple-faced women who were
and pouring ice water between faccid lips
decided me TO omit this step.
Eyes" SAID my attendant, as we trailsd
downstairs, tits mostly honly the lawful
fat ones as go there. Now, you don't need
the loss of two or three pounds The queer
things all 'sppen in ERE, and she opened a
stained glass door. The room was skylit
and colored rays reflected upon the tank of
warm water sunk in the middle of the
floor.
A circle Of marble slabs surrounded it and
three marble steps led down into the water.
On the benches-O, heavens, girls! l would
they had been awful dreams mingling with
dream clouds instead of women stable with
too, too solid flesh anchored in clouds of
steam. But there they sat. the limp and
purple fat ones who bad been steaming for
fifteen minutes, the thin and bony ones who
were steaming to develop and were still
agile If not flexible, the worn society danes
following doctors orders, lively women try
ing to keep young, actresses, with most of
their fragile beauties in box upstairs, and
two pretty girls close behind me shining
fresh and cool and rosy through the
clouds.
And how they talked Girls it was
worse and more of it than a O'Clock tea or
an unplucked hen party about which the
men gibe 80 numerically. If they could
have heard us then, shouting secrets to
women we had never seen three minutes
before, if they could have beheld the family
skeletons which were soused as we chung
together under the sprays, they would know
what talking meant
The bony woman exchanged statistics
with the fat one, the leader, whose steps
outside, in the city had faltered led a
senator's wife sans reproche down the steps
and splashed her gayly. Two we'll groomed
girls who talked 50 quietly that nobody
could hear what they said, brushed the big
drops off each others arms, and refused to
be more than warmly polite to the rest
Of u.s.
And the Summers who came behind me
sat near, undergoing a steam change into
something new and strange. They grew
paler and paler, while the shadows radiated
rapidly from their eyelids. ''Ses my new
TOOTH" cried one, and she showed US a dag
cling ivory, grown by process new to dem
never know it," murmured everybody.
Look at my hair, thought" exclaimed an
other, whose waves Of spun gold banished
the suspicion OF peroxide, and were the
envy of all the women with incipient bald
ness.
Il had it done last week, and it's abso-
lutely safe. Washing doesn't hurt it, either
for the color is guaranteed"
And she disappeared under a spray. And
now the ravnges of nature wrought disaster.
A 'brunetse7 walked by into the driving
room, and as she turned we saw that one
eyebrow was no more
Those sprays were crucibles in which
dross was washed from gold. They were
like the modern novel, they reduced US to
colorless realism.
We heard bitter cry, and pallid Great
ure stood before us holding up her tresses
They were sTreaked brown, dead and
muddy brown, and she was yellow with
despair. 20, 1t was warranted to wash"
she moaned. "Seud for my maid, send for
my maid! Quick! Take me to my room
What shall / doP and she scurried away
weeping.
This tragedy dampened our spirits and we
betook ourselves to the large room where
we were rubbed and dried and weighed.
The fat woman tipped the scales at $50
pounds. II grow fatter and fatter every
bath take" said She The thin girl brought
the weights to 1913.
II grow thinner and thinner every time I
| come" she snapped. as she tucked her sheet
under her collar bone and stalked away to
her room.
All. the luxury OF those tiny rooms where
we rest drowsily before the alcohol message
and lunches. But did not browse, for In
the room next mine were the well-groomed
girls who had not talked in public But
what they said there in strictest confidence
AotSbold on, Sucn an event! why, Euro
pean parallel would change the course OF
empires. 1t would have been herslded,
cabled, high msssed from one end of the
continent to the other. But here, though it
| Will be natio al event, 1t won't alter his
tory; that is. it won't unless the grandpa's
hat law of succession goes over TO the Demo
cratic party.
| Girls, dear, must tell you secret But
| you must keep it, too. for the conversation
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know. Nevertheless, l sat bolt upright and
! listened.
Have you heard from Frances lately?'
asked one voice. eyes, saw her last week
| at Lakewood. Poor Frances! She wishes
she weren't Mrs. Grover now. or that he
| hadn't been elected"
Good heavens! They haven't quar-
Relied
'Of course not He's always been de-
| votion itself to her. But the national baby,
! Queen Ruth, is going to be deposed pretty
soonafter papa goes to the white house next
spring. She's going TO have rival in
Frances love, and she won't be the frat baby
in the land eny longer"
well | never" exclaimed the other
voice. "She ought to be thankful she isn't
royal woman though"
Frances is perfectly sweet. She loves
to sing lullabys, but she doesn't like to sing
them for ali the world to hear"
That was all heard. I wonder il ought
to nave told you.
People were awaking from their maps.
We were being naRsa0ad draDnhoJ in olco