Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-01-16

hands, gives a full view Of a perfectly
fitting boot and the suggestion of a
black silk stocking, but that is only
suggestion, and then with the quick
ness of bird she gets over the bad
places and is safe on the other side.
Her skirts are quickly dropped, mad
anne is as demure as possible, while
she has the absolute admiration of all
the men standing around her.
The electric car is not an incentive
to graccfulness Without asking your
leave you are deposited, Immediately
after you enter, into the lap of a man
who does not appreciate his blessings,
and later you spill your change on
the floor because of the car webbing
i'll your effort to be businesslike and
count your money. You are literally
thrown off. 1t is true you may not
land fiat in the middle of the street,
but deliberation in getting off is an
iinpossibility. There is no standing on
the order of your going, but you go at
once and with such quickness that nine
times out of ten you are put off at a
street for which you have no afTilia-
ton. | wonder why it always rains
when you have an appointment at your
dressmaker's? And with that type Of
dressmaker, who, if you lose your fit
ting. makes you suffer by keeping the
dress longer? The dressmaker is very
positive this winter, and no matter
how abominable your neck may be she
insists on making an evening dress
with very low bodice | sometimes
wonder if men have the same trouble
with their tailors and if they are as
impudent to them as dressmakers are
to women. If woman wants frOck
on Wednesday, she has to lie about it
and tell the dressmaker she must have
it by Sunday night. and if she has o
reverence for bodice that does not
require the united efforts of the fam
ily assisted by the cook, to fasten it
on her, she has to warn the dress
maker that unless it is an easy fit she
won't pay her bill. Then she has to
endure being told that her figure is
bad; that she doesn't wear the right
kind of lingerie and to bessympathized
with in an insulting way and given to
understand that it is pity she doesn't
let those people choose her clothes who
really understand dress. Nine times
cut of ten the dressmaker objects to
the kind of stays you wear, and one
particularly swell one had the impu-
dence to tell new customer: You
are the first lady I ever fitted who die
not wear satin corsats.' Fortunately
the woman to whom this remark was
made had the courage OF her convic-
lions, and responded: Probably | am
the first respectable woman you ever
made a dress for If you are long
wasted they object to that. If you
are short-waisted, they object to that.
If you are slender, they speak of you
as "bony," and if you are plump they
say, Fat is SO vulgar" The good
Lord ought to make a few women 10
order to please dressmakers. AS it
is, although most of them grow rich,
they seem to regard the average wo-
nan as most undesirable, as sort OF
human pincushion, and something that
is always to be snubbed.
| once had a tender hearted dress
maker who wept over my left shoulder
SO Systematically that l got the rheu
matism from it. She cried about q
brother who had been killed by acct
dent. The first time l was deeply sym
pathetic, for, Of course, | thought the
accident had taken place within the
year, but it turned out that he had
been dead for seven years and that
there never would have been an acct
dent if he had been sober. She used
to talk after this fashion: Shall l
fit the skirt smooth, ma'am?-he was
me own brother, bright young fellow
that might but for his trouble
Would you rather have hook, ma ?
have got on in the world and been
a credit-I'll face the sides with silk
to all OF his people on both sides of
the water He was a beautiful corpse
and we gave him-of course you could
button it down the front-a wake that
was the talk of the neighborhood for
months afterward, and it took three
we'll, ribbon might do, but | never
liked those loose effects-dispensary
doctors to straighten the men up SO
that they could show their proper re-
spect for the remains After this
she would break down utterly and
weep on my bare shoulder and excuse
the fact that it was in the rain by
saying that she didn't want to stain
the stuff. She was a woman who
really enjoyed herself. She knew the
absolute bliss of sorrow, and she com
pretended thoroughly how sublime a