The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-21
NY LADY.
Bah Discusses This Seasons New
Type Of Woman.


Ones-ContrastingT Types of Women.
Parlor Ways and Whims-'' Dioky''
Leonard, the Stylish Girl who Lives
Like a Bachelor-Her Latest
"Crush''-Charlie Cynic on Woman
and Her Fads-Are Women Really
Books of Mystery to MankindP
New York, Jan. 90 - Every season
brings forth a new type of women. And
the new type invariably causes the APP
pearance of contrasting types, and the
consequence is that paying visit to my
lady is extremely interesting if one hap
pens to be a student of human nature.
My lady who affects to be something a
little out of the common has long ago
given up having an lat home" where
everybody may come; it is possible that
she may do this once during the season,
but her weekday reception means that
she invites people whom she feels COM
prehend her. In fact, she says they under
stand her, but, as she is a delicious little
| fraud, she doesn't like to think, even for
one minute, that this is true, for then the
pretty game of folly which she plays
would lose its interest. So the elect are
the priestess of the fad, whatever it may
be, receives them.
The day of dull greens, of faded blues
and Of sulphur yellows has been given the
go-by, and my lady who used to descant
on her alteration of self-satisfyiug tints is
now happieSt when she is attired in tea
gown of brilliant red silk, with slippers
and stocking TO match. She has her jet
black hair done up in queer knot and
foe uNsa1r J., R,v.s4- l.
she lays back on lot of cushions that
show Oriental embroidery and her bou-
dOir itself is draped and furnished in the
warmest of Colors. If you happen to be
very well acquainted with her. you can
sit on quaint, Old-fashiOned stool at her
side, and she will rest her hand on your
| arm; that hand the fingers of which are
! covered with rings, set with Jewels,
among which the ruby predominates, and
| she will
TALK TO YOU AFTER THIS FASHION:
Il never knew until now what it was to
live. | went through that dull neutral
life, when my soul was satisfied with mo-
| notOnous shades, and l seemed to drift
along and not to have any real feeling.
| But one day the great, glorious sun
| seemed 10 glow upon me and said, Heart
awaken Soul come forth = And the gar
| ment that 1 wore became abomiuable TO
| IHc. NtlG through dlL LnC great SQOpS
| and was never satisfied until | touched
this brilliant scarlet; that satisfied my
eyes and my heart. and made me awake
from the sleep that had lasted for years
And all life changed for me. And it be-
| came brilliant and glowing, and full of
Joy just at this time, you happen to
| notice that on the couch with my lady
rests a jet black cat. She sees you look
at it, and the hand that has been caress-
| ing your coat sleeve smoOthes that abom-
| Unable beast, and she adds: This is the
only thing among the silent creatures that
| appeals to me. 1t seems to me that l
once inhabited a body like this, sleek and
smooth and wicked"
Soon after this you leave. and, getting
out in the fresh air, you laugh at it all
| admire the good acting, find a certain
pleasure in how pretty the woman looks,
are glad that she will be forced to buy
lots of red gowns to crafty her newest
caprice and so circulate money, and then
you laugh again at the idea of the cat be-
ing a speechless creature, for, in your
mind, there are memories of nights made
hideous by its ability to speak-after its
own fashion.
The next visit you make is to the CON
trasting type. The room into which you
are shown is very simple. The fine cur
taius of last year are discarded for simple
muslin ones, and the chairs, plainly Gov
cred with blue and white cretonne, are
arranged about the room in just such a
stiff way as they are in a convent parlor.
A pot OF
| WHITE LILIES IN FULL BLOOM
is on each side of the mantel shelf, and on
the large table in the center of the room
is lamp, two or three religious books,
and possibly paper cutter, made of olive
wood. You feel horribly out of place.
You sit down on one of the chairs exactly
as you would in church, and you almost
wonder if you Oughtn't to whisper some
thing in your hat Five minutes go by,
and then the door opens and my lady
walks in. Have you ever noticed the diff
a woman walks! a girl of fifteen
walks with her whole body; one
of nineteen sways her hips slightly;
your hostess walks like the child Her
hands are clasped together, and the
plain gray gown she wears trails softly
on the floor, and never makes the slightest
bit of frOu-frou. Her blonde hair is parted
just in the center. drawn back and
twisted in a knot low on her neck; she
walks up to you, unclaSps her hands, gives
you one as if it were bit of ice, and when
she withdraws it clasps them together
again. She is the poetry of religion. You
think you never saw a saint like her
But then, you never saw a saint After
you have talked with her for a while, you
notice that she has a pretty little trick
of throwing her head back so that the
line from her chin down her throat is
visible, and you remember that Balzac
says in one of his marvellous stndies,
that this line is one that does more to
attract mankind than any other. And
Balzac was not talking about the spirit
ual man. The hands still clasped fall in
her lap, but you notice there is only one
ring worn, and that has a huge white
pearl set in it, Never changing the posi-
tion of these hands, so white and so cold
looking; bands that look as if they might
beg for the poor, or nurse the sick-my
lady leans forward and says in low. al
most monotonous tones: 1t seemed or
dained that we should meet. That we
should think alike, and that in all this
great, wide world, there should be but
THE ONE MAN WHO UNDERSTANDS NE,
and who unconsciously bids me live my
life as it should be. You never knew
this, bnt have felt it since the first day
l met you"
After this, there is a deal more of such
talk, and you so away wishing that you
could warm this saint into being human
being, while you think to yourself how
fine it was of her to discover your ability
/ TO understand her But this is all knocked