The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-30
Winthrop" is for the initiated to answer.

Winthrop is for the initiated to answer.
There is nothing in Miss Craven's appear
ance and less in her voice to suggest tempes-
tuous feeling. Her quiet tones rest pleas
antly on the ear, but they do not reach
the heart; her simple methods please as
simplicity never fails to do, but beyond
this point she does not rise; and she lacks
utterly that power to stir the soul, which
we call magnetism for want of better
word, and even then, only half understand.
She is a fine, fresh young woman of gentle
manners, which invite the friendliest of
sentiments, but she is not an emotional
actress, and large, unwieldy, sleek and
round, big of bone and mild of eye, she
stands knee-deep in passions stream,
munching her lines with bovine placidity.
Ohsi Ohe! How old young Mrs.
Winthrop is grown. It was somewhere
in the long ago, when mad desires were
subject to the control OF prudent parents,
that wept tears of blood because might
not have my hair bobbed off behind and
rutfied up before, like the first of the
Young Mrs. Winthrops." 1t seemed to
me then good and beautiful thing to
do. Even as young Mrs. Winthrop
herself seemed to me beautiful and good.
l remember thought her lovely and pa
thetic figure, the creature of cruel circum-
stance, the victim of wanton fate. Her
grief was holy and her sorrows blessed. She
seemed to me to wear a martyrs crown
and to suffer as only the good may suffer
unjustly and horribly, soulfully and in
silence.
But, above ALL it was her hair which
bound me to her. Oh! the dazzling sim
gularity, the daring originality, the I'M
precedented elegance of the hair of the
first Young Mrs. Winthrop" 1t was
shingled over the nuque, where the world
had hitherto been wont to let It's hair lie at
length, and curled contradictory over the
crown, where ordinary, everyday hair was
seen to be straight and smooth. would
have hied me direct from the theater doors
to the BARRIERS chair had been allowed to
visit either place of amusement unchaper-
oned. A restraining hand was laid upon
me, but other girls knew what liberty
meant. For week the town bristled with
the Young Mrs. Winthrop" couture.
Long hair was no longer a glory unto
woman. Yards of silken loneliness were
sacrificed to the silliest and shortest-lived
of fashions, and wept over before the wan
ing of another moon.
Think, think how long agoi And marvel
not that the bloom of her first fair youth,
the beautc damnee du diable, the charm and
wtchery of newness, have gone from
Young Mrs. Winthrop" She no longer
INDUCES in youthful fad for unique hair
arrangements, but parts her locks neatly
down the middle, and matches her little
side combs to the value of single hair and
looks as commonplace and uninteresting
and aged and triangular as nearly all other
women under similar conditions. But /
am not prejudiced against her on this ac-
count. 1t is because l look on her now
with eyes hardened to stage suffering and
sobered by the intervening years. She is
no martyr. after all, this young Mrs.
Winthrop, and she has a selfish and a
shallow soul. She is dull, sullen, suspi-
cious, and prone to listen to the clatter OF
idle tongues. Hers is sordid little story
and it is not very prettily told, and it is
not altogether true, which does not suit
the realistic tendency of the times.