The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-18


From the New York Press.
Il wouldn't marry a girl that met
travelling alone on an ocean steamer"
said the young doctor. grimly
We were standing on the deck look
ing across the indigo Sky and sea- He
was the ships doctor-a recent oxford
graduate-of pessimistic and decided
opinions. and the ship on which 1 was
crossing from Liverpool to New York
was a cattle boat in reality, although it
carried about forty passengers
Women on steamers masquerade So
you never know he stopped and
looked at me rather uncertainty.
YES" I said; lit was rather a per-
sonal remark"
knew that he was grinnng. although
it was too dark to see anything. but the
tip of his cigar. which looked like an
extra star moved out of place
Well" he resumed, how do l know
but what you're smuggier or a female
detective-eometimes they're awfully
jolly little women. don't you know"
Il never said that 1 was or wasn't
either" 1 replied.
mo; I've noticed that" he said. laugh
ing: and I'm not asking any questions
just generalizing, don't you know.
Most of 'em assume a pose directly they
come on board.
I'm afraid you've been done very
brown once" l hazarded. Was she
regular adventures? Tell me about her
I've never met a pure and unadulterated
adventures outside of a novel, and
didn't think they crossed on cheap steam
ers-in the novels they always have at
least $500 year and brougham"
Lord, no; l don't mean that sort Of
posing. i mean, for instance a married
woman pretending she's a miss, an ac-
tress pretending she's a private woman
and so on-'pour passer lie temp See?"
oh, / said, lis that all? Not much
harm in that-just playing for ten days al
being something they're not"
NO. he responded, with grim chuck
lie. mot much harm in it. Playing at de-
ceiving; they can't help it, I suppose; born
actresses, all of EN-"
And then we talked Of other things.
That was my first trip. Since then I
have crossed good many times, but I
never met the pessimistic young doctor
again. have noticed, however, that his
remark about women masgueraaine on
ocean steamers Is quite correct Why
they do it is impossible to say. In half
the cases there seems no reason whatever
except love OF artifice, intrigue and teas
ing.
There was on one passage a tall. thin.
cynical young woman who was very baf-
fling. She could not be accused. certainly.
of taking any distinct pose, but / am SURF
OF one thing-that all of our small party
on that steamer thought her some ono
very distinguished. If she had turned OUT
to be the Hon. Miss Something. we
shouldn't have been surprised She wore
strange, shabby clothes, pinned together
In way which would have made other
women look ridiculous; but she wore them
with such style that one ignored the pins
altogether. She talked books a great
deal, and read Coleridge, Schopenhauer
and Keats.
There is nothing like solitude for the
development of the mind" she said. one
day, and l imagined her sitting in some
great, deserted, dreary house forever
dreaming and reading with her pale head
on her aristocratic hand. She showed a
certain indifference to mems society.
which, as they were plainly fascinated by
her conversation, seemed strange
oh, see so many men In my life. +"
she said, YEARLY, and they are all SO
much alike-so much alike"
We all wondered how il was she saw so
many men, and one bright boy suggested
that perhaps she was a hospital nurse
in mems ward. However she didn't
enlighten us, and she was not the sort OF
young woman that one would care 10
risk questioning. Well. she passed out of
my sphere at Southampton-as fellow
passengers have a way of doing-and she
had passed out of my mind when one
day in London / met a young actor who
had admired the battling young woman,
and had been very curious about her.
DO you remember our distinguished.
badly dressed, cynical friend on the Etru-
ria last winter?' he asked.
''Of course. l do-what Of her?"
well, guess what is shell tell you. it
beats ALL"
An aristocrat-an actress-a novelist, .
I guessed.
None of them. A kind Of head bar
maid at the Scarborough hotel
/ think l said Great Scotty ANYWAY If
would have been excusable
How she saw so many men as to tire of
them was accounted for, but not how she
had developed her mind by solitude.
barmaid's solitude must be a thing of
great brevity.
On the Paris one year gray-haired lady
with an imperious manner was very sick.
Her natural manner was imperious but
no one can be seasick and remain impe-
rious. She became meek to the steward
ess, and almost groveled TO me because 1
procured her brandy and vichy The cabin
steward ruled her, dleted her, and dropped
.hs" all around her, and not till we sighted
Sandy Hook did she begin to assume that
patrician manner again. She thanked me
for my kindness, asked me to accept a
Paris trinket as a keepsake, and wondered
vaguely If we should ever meet again.
quite likely" / said, IF you live in
New York at ALL"
But l belong" she said, looking away
from me, Ito a very exclusive set-society
is not what it used to be when / was
young. but j can't reconcile myself to
this mixed herd"
I supposed she was a Knickerbocker
and withdrew from her aristocratic prox-
unity. A week or so after this / went
into Madame Louise's to buy hat There
was a crowd there-a crowd Of vain, pref
". extravagant, changeable women, all
chattering and fussing and grumbling.
Among them. standing stately and impe-
rious. like a statue Of Dignity among
crowd OF Trivialitles, stood my imperious
gray-haired fellow-passenger. She held a
gay little confection Of gilt lace aud black
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