The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-28
Her FACE IS HER FORTUNE.
An Up-tO-DatG Young Woman Who
DazzleS People and SWindleS Them.

II OIJen Win a boldness Vhat Am axe 3
! the Police.
From the New York World.
! This is the story Of an up-to-date
woman, told in two chapters, with an I'M
| finished sequel
| CHAPTER l.
! A carriage drove up to the Pierrepont
house. on Montague street. Brooklyn.
| last Tuesday. 1t was drawn by pair of
blacks, housekeeping and resplendent in
/ clanking harness. A coachman in livery
| was on the box. 1t was a turnout that
inspired respect and impressed the be-
holder.
The coachman got down, slowly and
| with dignity, from the box. Then he
| opened the carriage door and assisted a
/ young woman out. Now the impression
made upon the casual observer was deep
! ened.
The young woman-she was very young,
not more than 10 or 20. apparently-was 4
| little below the medium stature. She had
dark hair and eyes and an eastern face.
| She was dressed in a street costume Of
| dark material and fashionable cut. When
she raised her hands rays from sevcra!
/ large diamond rings flashed into the eyes
| of the spectators.
But the most impressive characteristic
]
! ing. You noticed at once the caste Of
| We're de We're. A single glance was suf-
| ticient to tell that this was a naughty
| and htgh-bred creature of the end of the
| century.
The young woman swept into the hotel,
while the liverled goodman resumed his
! seat on the box and calmly accepted the
admiration of the passers.
The young woman took a pen in her
! faultlessly gloved hand and wrote across
the register this entry: Mrs. Fay and
Mrs Fay, N Y"
II wish a suite of apartments, she
said, in calm, precise tones. MY grand
mother will be here presently and viii
occupy it with me-"
The clerk bowed until his head nearly
wiped the ink off the new entry on the
register.
And / must have a suite" resumed
the young woman in her cold. calm
| voice. which made the clerk feel thou
sand miles away, Sin which the bedroom
has door opening into the hall. "
Certainly Madam" said the clerk, as
he marked off a suite of apartments for
her do you wish to go up at once?"
Yes, she said, but / will leave my car
riage at the door. | will be down again
in a few minutes. l want to do some
shopping My trunks will be here in the
afternoon"
She went up to her rooms, returned I'm
five minutes and walked to the carriage.
The coachman alighted from the box.
humbly assisted her in and then they
drove away.
They drove TO Gabriel Baum's fashion
able millinery establishment at Nos. AIS
and APO Fulton street, Brooklyn. Mrs Fay
said she would like to look at some bon
nets, but it was really too fatiguing and
unpleasant to ones finer sensibilities to
sit in store and examine them. She
would like for a clerk with some OF their
best stock to be sent with her to her rooms
at the Pierrepont house, where she could
look over them at her leisure.
Mr.. Baum was away, but the manager
was delighted to oblige madam. young
| female clerk, with several of their finest
bonnets went back in the carriage with
| Mrs. Fay to the Pierrepont house. They
| went UP to her rooms and the carriage
| again waited in the street, and the coach
man as naughty as ever sat in the box.
Mrs Fay reclined in chair in her sit
ting-room, while the young clerk showed
the bonnets. Several she waved away.
mot chic enough" Lacks style" I've
seen two on Broadway like that" At last
they came to an elegant CONNECTION, some
thing that would make people in the
| Champs Elysee itself turn back to look.
Mrs. Fay liked it, and the price was only
s4S.
But / must go in the next ROOM" said
| Mrs. Fay, land show It to my grand
mother 1 want to see how she likes it,"
She went into the room with the bonnet,
and the clerk heard what sounded like an
| animated conversation. In minute Mrs.
| Fay returned.
MY grandmother likes the bonnet" she
| said, land I'll take 1t. But you'll have to
change a 800 bill for me-"
The obliging clerk had the change and
handed $52 to Mrs. Fay.
MY grandmother has the bill" said
Mrs. Fay. II will stop in and get it,"
| She stepped into the bedroom, shutting
the door behind her. Then she passed out
| of the bedroom into the hall and on down
! stairs. She remarked to the clerk as she
| passed that she was going out driving and
the milliner was still upstairs in her
| room.
The clerk again swept the register with
| his face Mrs. Fay entered he carriage,
drove away, and the clerk of the Pierre
| pont house and the clerk of the millinery
| store never saw her or the $52 in change
| again.
The milliner grew tired of waiting and
went back to the store and told Of the
loss Mr.. Baum reported it to the New
York and Brooklyn police, and detectives
| from both cities looked everywhere for
! the naughty young lady of the caste Of
CHAPTER II.
| The clerk at the Morton house, Broad
way and Fourteenth street, is leaning
! over the counter and gazing at the human
| tide that flowed in shifting currents up
and down New Yorks great thorough
| fare.
A carriage drives up. The harness on a
pair of housekeeping horses clanks and
| glitters. The coachman on the box is
| naughty in resplendent livery.
| young woman-very young, not over
| 10 or 20, apparently-alights from the car
| riage. Her face shows the repose which
marks the caste of We're de We're. She
writes upon the register MRS. Fitch and
! Mrs. Fitch, n. Y"
"A suite Of apartments, please" says
! the young woman in her cold, naughty
voice, as she turns her high-bred eastern
! face to the clerk, land wish the bedroom
| to have a door opening into the hall. My
| grandmother will be here presently, and
| my trunks also
| Certainly madam" says the clerk, as
| he turns his face into a blotter for the
/ register.
The young woman is shown up. She
| comes down again presently, goes out
shopping and returns with a female clerk
and a lot Of goods. Again she goes out
| of the bedroom door with the clerk &