The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-23

l III ne deigns 10 speak to YOU
/ I won't"
mo, don't believe you will Somehow,
| the American girl never seems 10 see IL
I that way"
/ BY this time everybody was beginning
I 10 talk at once The girls declaring AZ the
I top Of their shrin American voices. that
/ they would never. never put up with such
{ treatment.
tender melancholy stole over the
faces Of the married women. one could
already detect the perfume OF the in
eense. The hour was comet Enter the
American man.
It. is always so. IT is astonishing how
foreign travel seems 20 burnish up the
virtues Of the husbands. fathers and
brothers at home. They shine in the dis
lance like galaxy Of Dore's angels
one gets to wondering how there ever are
any International marriages except those
or purely commercial character. 1t is
probably because the foreign man finds
the American woman so charming as a
result, that he is sometimes ready to
swear allegiance to the system which has
produced that result
Not that all the Americans one meets
abroad are charming. If one feels re-
sponsible for ones fellow countrymen,
as allgood Americans do, one has to
put IN an occasional very bad quarter Of
an hour As, for instance, when one
months ago, evidently on a wager. kissed
the conductor of a tram solemnly and
carefully in turn as they got off. The
people over here are almost always ready
TO excuse eccentricities on the sole ground
Of ones being an American. and advant-
age is constantly taken of the fact. The
wild and careless way in which people
often disport themselves, with an Amer
lean accent as their only excuse, is
enough to make the stars and stripes go
red all over with bushes.
But, after all, one cannot help being
rather complacent, especially if one hap
pens TO be an American woman. 1t Is
national conceit, and, therefore, almost
pardonable. 1t is so agreeable to find
that the American girls are the pref
test, the best dressed and the most in
teresting.
There are two little places on the Rue
Cambon, just off the Rue de Rivoi, where
one can make such interesting studies in
comparative nationality. They are IN
pretending enough, those two little cafes,
but the street is always blocked with
the carriages of their patrons; and. look
ing through the thin curtains, one can see
the simmer of silks and velvets and the
curling steam from silver spouts. and, on
opening the door, inhale the fragrance of
toast. buttred when piping hot, not
when stone cold, in racks, after the Eng
lish fashion.
Here one forgets the Louvre and even
the Megasin du Louvre, over whose bar
gains one has wrestled the whole after
noon. One slips in some place, orders
ones tea and cakes or toast, and then
begins to classify the other people in the
place Most of them are English and
Americans. but there is a smattering Of
French. 1t must be that there are styl-
ish women somewhere. but judging from
the consensus of opinion obtained from
sfAnHn fanHH HsE
exceeding rare. They are probably kept
in glass cases, or something of that sort
OF course, that is wise, because ii would
be really too bad if the species died out
all together. But It seems as if there
ought to be a spring and autumn eXhi-
bition, or something Of that sort. or
there might be an annual parade. It
would doubtless attract more people than
anything else England has to show, and
then it would be such a very nice thing
for the women themselves If they could
get out once or twice year and see the
world
OF course, not being sure that these
rare specimens are actually preserved in
this way one is constantly on the lookout
for them, or at least for just one of them.
One conjures them to appear in all sorts
of places, but they are as hard to sum-
mon as was Baal of old. Perchance, like
him, they are sleeping. or have gone on
and been canonized in THE Duchess s.
novels. At all events, there is no reason
why we should be thankful that so few
of the present generation seem likely
to be canonized as beauties; it would be
SO difficult to wear a halo and a Bath bun
at the same time
AS for the French women, WELL that is
a different story. In fact, it is a good
many different stories, because while the
English women seem pretty much of the
same type, the French women are like
a package of assorted postage stamps.
There are no duplicates. one cannot in
dulge in settled convictions about them
because individual exceptions are always
cropping up to spoil ones convictions.
But one thing seems fairly character
istic Of them all, at least as they are seen
1t Cambon's, and that is, they have bad
table manners. An English woman can
not cOntrive to look chic, but she can
eat a soft-boiled egg out of the shell with
a delicacy of touch which a French woman
reserves for her chiffons and cosmetics.
The French women distinguish them
selves at the table more by their speed
than by their grace.
And the American woman?
Well, it will be the aim of the writer
to secure in the near future a few for
eign impressions OF her. As for what she
thinks of herself, it is safe to assert that.
rejecting on her privileges, she does not
allow day to pass without breathing
this little thanksgiving:
90, Lord, 1 thank thee, that l am an
American woman