The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-15
WOMEN AS BARGAIN HUNTERS.
BAD HAS SOMETHING TO SAY OF
THE POWERS OF DISCRIM- =
NATION.

big stores Attract FEMININE
Purchasers-Cnterin to the Wants
of individuals as an Act of Char
ity-Thc Woman Who Laces-A Re-
IigiOus Law and Its Control of
Oriental observation-disclosures mt
Dinner.
New York, Nov. 14-There IS something
altogether wrong in a woman who isn't
fond of shopping. OF course, there is
shopping and shopping. The average
shopper drifts into big store, is taken
by the ELUSIVE foorwalker to some special
department, and believes that she is an
expert in the art of shopping when she
gets a cake of soap for penny less than
she would pay at the druggists, or yard
of ribbon for two pennies less than the
milliner would charge. She forgets that
the soap isn't done up in a pretty bit OF
| paper and that in taking the cheap rib
bon there is not shown to her the latest
novelty in the silky strings. The woman
who knows how to shop, who enjoys it,
! goes to those places that are specially
! dedicated to women of good taste. They
are not the shops whose departments
] d
things at less than their value. But they
offer you dainty something that as yet,
has no duplicates, and they cater to you
as an individual, and not as a tribe.
These are the stores where the finest of
French underwear is shown; where the
newest way of twisting bit of lace into
a breakfast cap is exhibited; where the
most coquettish of rosettes for a bed room
slipper is placed before you; and where
soap that is joy to your skin, and per-
fume that is like a breath from the flow
ers of paradise are put before you to test.
These are the stores that cater to the
women who appreciate themselves. They
display something pretty for every hour
in the day of a woman's life. There is the
Misunderstanding jacket, with pale satin
slippers to match, that suggests being
propped up against a cool pillow that one
may drink a cup of strong coffee; then
there is the bathgown with, beside it. the
soap that leaves a delicate odor to your
skin; the perfumed water that makes Gro
ton possibility in which to battle, and an
embroidered damask towel that an
!
of water that persist in clinging like dew
to the body of flower.
From a closed wardrobe, one that opens
it's doors only to the tinkle of gold, comes
the smart-looking cloth gown with its
big hat, fur collar and lace-trimmed muff,
in which mademoiselle goes out for
walk. From enormous boxes appear the
visiting costumes; from silver paper is
brought out the dinner gown; from ce-
dan oh no N
and, last of ALL form a silken-perfumed
case, is the null robe de mutt in which,
very near to the morning hours, Made
moiselle gowns herself for dreams and for
sleep. Where are these shops. You have
to learn. Somebody whispers the ad
dress of one to me; l whisper 1t to my
dearest friend, and so the story of ths
| treasure house goes around. The proprie-
| tor, being a woman, is usually very cleV-
| er. To-day the steamer is to bring her
| box of wonderful wells; then somebody,
| who is a blonde, gets a note telling of the
| beauties of these fine lace coquetries. and
| how she Is offered first choice of one
that will intensity her lovelness and
| somebody else, who is a brunette, gets
a note suggesting that she drop in and
| look at these web-like beauties, simply
| to see If she cares for one; and somebody
else, who is neither blonde or brunette,
| is battered by request that she come and
| look at the pretties and give her opinion
| of them. And each note is written on the
| daintiest of paper, decorated with a CT
| pher and suggestive of richness and pref
/ tness and womanliness, but never of
/ trade These are the shops where the
need of the individual is catered to
! You, who have not a great deal of mon
| ey to spend, drop in, and are informed by
the clever proprietor that the last impor-
tation is box of very pretty stays; and
| then she shows YOU a pair of pale-blue
/ do vii he 1ar1 "a
with blue plush, and the top trimmed
with rose point. The price? Thirty-five
| dollars But the business woman who
reads you and your purse with great
quickness, says to you;
My dear Mrs. Knckerbocker, there
| isn't the slightest necessity of your pay
ing such a price for these stays. The
same style is developed in figured coutille
or batiste, trimmed with torchon lace, is
quite as well boned, quite as well cut and
just as refined. OF course, have to cater
to the foolishly eXtravagant people as
we'll as to those of good sense like your
self; but l am going to advise you not to
consider these, and to take the other ones,
which you may have for So"
| And Mrs. Knickerbocker is delighted at
the tribute paid to her position. and to
her good sense. Madame keeps a Gus
| toner, and eventually sells the brocade
stays to Mrs. Nouveau Richie, to whom
she remarks:
81 imported these, my dear Mrs. Nou-
veau Richie, with a thought of you.
absolutely refused to let Mrs. Knicker-
booker have them, because with such an
exquisite pair of stays there must be
| everything in harmony"
Blame her? Not bit. She is simply
being all things to all women, and by ca
tering to each, according to the purse Of
the buyer, she is really doing a charitable
work, inasmuch as she is keeping women,
who might be tempted, from the degrading
pit of debt.
But oh, such staysl Like my friend,
Mrs. Knickerbocker, l take the $40 ones,
and l realize what artists in staymaking
the French are. There is no effort TO
make the waist tiny; that is counted a
vugarty. But the hips and bust are al
lowed 10 expand, and by their attaining
a natural size. the waist looks, propor-
tionately, smaller The French stay-nak-
er never says:
Pull in your laces at the waist line TO
| keep your fat down."
He is too wise for that. Flesh pushed
from one place must go to another, and