Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-02-13
Special Correspondence.l

it to her hour-behind-hand sister to spend her money on candy and soda waters. She is generally sufficiently attractive to have her men friends supply her with candied goya lily and marron glace. She drinks clam broth and bouillon instead of orange phosphateS She does not think it a waste of money to buy matinee tickets for much discussed plays, and when she goes to the opera matinee she buys a seat in the sky parlor, for she knows she can hear better there than she did the night before in an orchestra chair with Jack or Tom.
 She is a great club woman, preferring the ones where live questions are discussed and where she meets other women whose main object i!, If" iS to keep their fingers on the pulse of civilization. An hour day will she devote to the standard authors but she will get a new book almost before the printers ink is dry.
 In the house she dresses with exquisite daintiness. All the frivolity of her nature finds expression in the lace of her negligee or in the silken swishing of her petticoats, in the glimpse and glimmer of slken ho- siery. On the street we see the adverse side of her nature. She gowns herself in the plainest of cloth garments, but take heed, ye follOwers-if she belongs to the vast army of ccOnOmiZers she has dreSsmaker in the house to fashion her lat home'' toi- lets Perhaps her own polished finger tips put the pretty little bows on serpentine crape, but her street costume must bear the stamp of q tailor on it's waistband and her hats milliner's name.
 She does not smoke cigarettes, perhaps because fashion writers are trying to force her to do so, but principally because clean Illness with her is the paramount virtue, and the habit is not distinctly feminine She may use unscented powder all over her body, but she will never put a touch of "makeup" on her face. When she gets to heaven, she will enter through the door of 8 Turkish bath Perfume is a thing of the past All the sachet bags that were once sewed in the hems of gowns are rippled out With Henry Ward Beecher. she thinks ''the sweetest smell is no smell at all" Her finger nails are not so highly polished but just carefully looked after.
 Her entertainments are according to her means If she spends the best part of the day cutting off coupons, she gives "cotil- lons'' and has Parisian novelties for favors If she spends the day cutting off worn braid from the bottom of old skirts, she gives Welsh rabbit parties. She makes the rab- bit in a chafing dish, and her guests drink beer. This dissipation repays the men to whom she is under social obligations For the women she is lat home" certain days in the month and gives them bouillon and water cress sandwiches, with salted al monds.
 Her bedroom is filled no longer with brc a-brac and nonsense. Every article has a use, and what she has is good. The great est wish of her heart is no longer to see the silver toilet set on her dressing table: nei ther does she pine for one of real old ivory it is now of Dresden china.
 On tha whole Shn iS a sensible woman, and what follies she has are talk ing ones-when she wears a scarlet and black gown, for instance, and one little foot is clad in red silk stocking and the other in black, or when she puts two tiny patches of court plaster to adorn her face and car ries silver lorngnon for one eye.
 Taken as q creation of the nineteenth century, she is jolly, lovable sort of a creature, and if she can be improved upon she will be the first to find it out.
 NJ. J. CHlLTON.