The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-05-03
TWO WOMEN AND A GOWN.
BY ELISABETH PULLEN.
copyright. $50 by BaeheIIer Johnson Baeheller

quimaux Venus. Woman, of whatever
race, has her own charm. whether obvi-
Gus or reconcile. / shall perceive and
demonstrate that of the the polar dwarfs.
l hope TO discover a sort of northwest
passage to .esthetics by which, among
the high ATTITUDES of sensation, the ugly
arrives at the beautiful. l bore you
with these fantastic ideas in order to
say that I am giving up the studio def
New York any longer. Another man
will take the marble blocks and tools
and the wooden manikins and the deco
rative rubbish. But one wouldn't care
to have him read those little letters
would one? OF course, in your home the
domestic altar is afiame, ready to con-
sumo waste papers. Unluckily, the stu
do had only a cold little colonnade of iron
steampipes. So may l beg you to come
3 o clock-to take the letters and speak
friendly word of farewell 90, yours (all
sorts Of adverbs claim to write themselves
Certainly, Isabel ought to have CON
signed this caddish letter at once to. her
husband. He would have dwelt with the
shown his value to the wife who failed
TO appreciate him. With very young Wo-
men, a man sometimes needs to display
qualities which those more experienced
would readily comprehend from his gen.
eral character. 1t is occasionally wise to
pose for the virtues which we really pos
sess. Because some people admire the
housekeeping roadsters on the way to par
adise.
All SORTS OF mistaken IDEAS cOmDlneQ TO
decide Isabel to go to Westwood's studio.
Perhaps, she thought, it was not quite
nice to do so-but surely there would be
no harm. Her husband did not fancy the
sculptor but that might be from jealousy
of the former acquaintance, or else mere
ly the distaste of the correct man of
centric esthete. Isabel craVed an Incl
dent. This one would not be perilous-
everybody visits studios. She could
take Fifine with her and leave the maid
n a W herself
for a moment into the models dressing
room with the preteXt of looking at some
African souVenirs-that moment would
suffice for her to receive the letters and
whisper a good augury for the polar vOy
age. However, Fifine was detail, to be
decided upon at leisure.
Isabel wrote a line of assent to Egbert
Westwood. She posted the note herself, in
order to experience the delicious tremors
of the heroine of a French novel. She ad-
mired the sinuous turn of her wrist as
she slipped the misSive into a postbox,
which took it as easily as il 1t were an
order to a grocer. However, postboxes are
not paid TO discriminate; their discreet
mouths never tell tales of the BONES
pouches which they receive.
Thursday, at a quarter to three, it
CHANGED that military procession accom-
panied by a great throng that went march
ing to the blare and conclusion of its
brass and drums, occupied Broadway.
There was a congestion Of traffic in the
side streets. Mrs. Henshaws brougham
nearly locked wheels with a dray; a milk
cart was DeitlIu IT, a DulGliS4 wagon III
front; it could not move. The vulgar hin
drance was intolerable to her, she was in
haste. agitated; It was torture to remain
at a standstill The composite personality
of the crowd oppressed her. Her nerves
were on edge; she felt forlOrn. She had not
brought F'ifne; servants observe so close
" and draw such false conclusions.
Isabel leaned back and closed her eyes
for an instant; her features contracted
with impatience She feared to be late;
she did not know what capricious PEN
a1tv WRgtWOOd might invent to punish
her deIay. An instructive distrust of him
stirred Within her mind. She did not I'M
derstand the depression which she felt.
Surely there was no harm in going TO
take her letters, in saying kind goodby
10 an old friend" She sat erect and look
ed out of the window. The brough-
am stood in front Of a small shop. In the
doorway hung some coats and trousers,
evidently second-handed. The window
! showed gay colors Of woman's apparel;
at one side glimmered gown of pale