The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1899-11-25


toiler In third flight black, working for
no figure in particular, turns out q de-.
sign that is correspondingly negative.
1oilettes that confer the coveted dis.
tinction upon the wearer Of being we'll
dressed must be built for her. Selec-
ton is the solution Of the dress problem.
How w,ll this Is known by the few wo.
men who understand the art OF looking
their best was borne in upon me at the
Terry-lrving matinee on Saturday.
Mrs. - is neither young nor slen-
der, and, as must note these unwelcome
truthe, che shall be nameless. Her hair
has grown quite white since last year,
but 1t is even more becoming than when
it had merely lost it's youthful lustre,
and she is every inch the grande dame
in appearance. A clean soul and first
rate digestion. and not the complexion
specialist, are responsible for her fresh,
fair-almost girlish-skin. Her frock
was Of wool, one OF those fabrics to
which commerce give a variety Of odd
names, but which is really DOLLY fine
broadcloth with the sheen of silk on the
surface. 1t was not automobile, or any
other Of the absurdly named colors, but
an honest claret-that glorious shade
which falls upon the damask when a
candle CLEAN is reflected through the
glass. The skirt was In some one OF the
conventional cuts. the bodice was lighted
up with trifle Of panne velvet in the
same color. and set of with bit Of in.
crusted white lace and q few motifs in
black, altogether Partisan 10 effect,
though l know it came from that new
Fifth avenue establishment which is
making some Of the longest established
houses rattle 10 their ruts.
There was no coat-of course, for for
ty-five years or thereabout-but long,
enveloping cloak that wac the perfec-
ton Of cut and acme of refined richr ess,
with its collar and stole Of sable. And
then the hat-not bonnet, but hat
not large. not small, but perfect for the
face. and framing the hair with its
draped puffs Of velvet, the exact shade
of the claret. with .lightln.it. A middle
eyed woman, but picture to delight
the eyes! And yet most middle-aged
women are 90 hopelessly frumpy.
But turn Of the head! I CHANGED to
be at -'s the other day, when the
last touches for layette going to Hemp.
stead were being decided upon by the
pretty, fair haired mother.elect. l re.
member perfectly we'll how captivating
we're the tog:ets for Baby Number One,
who gasped its first faint cries at Bev.
erly.by-the.Sea. II anything this latest
nursery wardrobe is prettier still, for
every season sees an increase of taste 10
infantile belongings.
The cloak delighted me especially. It
is long ivory silk 10 large soft cords. 60
thick az to look warm. even without the
cbill-dsfying Innings and interlinings.
The sacque itself is perfectly plain, but
the cope bears an exquisite applique of
silk cord couched on and border of
ermine. enough to add luxurious warmth
and not enough to look heavy.
Apropoee to compilations, note that
the New York woman-the elegant wo-
man, not the professional promenader-
is taking her cue from the pale. faced
Partisan and not from across the Chan
mel, where between the fogs and the
hare's feet, cheeks are perpetually rosy
or rougey. The complexion specialists,
az class are weird lot. but there are
exceptions which restore confidence in
human nature. 1t is to New York