The morning news., 1899-09-03


For most the' ocuiist doth prize
The thing that spoils my dears sweet
eyes,
Her dotted veil.
May d. Hatch, in New York Sun
Love Like That
l would not be my lady's glove,
Thus lightly to be cast aside
Her bonnet or her gown, for love
Like mine would nearer her abide,
And vet l would not closer press,
So closely that she might demur;
But, or Ia be her bathing dress
And cling
and cling
and cling
to her
From Harlem Life.
at IS hard to realize nowadays" said
prominent New Orleans business man
TO the Times Democrat of that city, what
absolute horror the very name of Bob
lngersoP used to inspire among the strict
" orthodox In 1888 or 1883, don't remem-
ber the exact date, / happened to meet
Col. Ingerson in Chicago, and we travelled
together to New York. Occupying a near
by seat in the sleeper was young wo-
man with a baby, and not far out of Chi
cago the baby began to cry.
"Ingersol was always very fond Of chill
dren, and the walls of the youngster made
him uneasy. Finally. he jumped up and
went back to where the mother sat Let
me take it awhile he said and possessing
himself of the baby, he retured as pleased
as a boy with a new toy. He dandled the
fretful infant on his knee, laughed at it.
whistled, waved his arms in the air and
proved such an excellent nurse that the
little red face soon began to relax and
wreathe itself in smiles. Meantime the
mother looked on with gratitude in her
eyes, but presently somebody told her that
the big man who had her child was Bob
Ingersoll, and 1 never saw such a change
come over a human couutenance She
was evidently a straight-aced church
member and regarded IngersoH as synony
nous with the old scratch himself.
Il dare say she had always pictured In
gersol as a sort of ogre, and the thought
of her daring in the hands of that terrible
man stupehed her with terror. She prob
ably looked to see the infant devoured
alive. In a few moments the colonel re-
turned the little tot, and when he resumed
his seat I was laying back, hysterical with
pent-lfp merriment He thought l was
laughing ct the baby and joined in with
his own hearty peal 1 never told him
what had amused me so much"
If the opinion Of the average English
man is worthy of credence-and the opin-
ion, indeed, of all men throughout Europe
American women spend too much money
on their personal adornment. 1t Is one
fault of the women of America that they
consider themselves obliged to buy perish
able dresses to meet the exigencies of
fashion, while In England a Princess, a
Duchess, VIII do with one handsome silk
as her only elegant costume. The tyran-
ny of dressmakers and the frequent
changes Of fashion make dress a very Sc
"a Ill
America If they chance to be poor. And
in giving good material into the hands of
inexperienced dressmakers women often
suffer a dreadful loss. 1t is the old story
of the Irish cook trying to make a vol
au-vent de volatile. To make a French
dress one needs a French artist. The
French dress is elegant and It fits.
II is easy and comparatively inexpensive
to dress a woman favored with a good
figure, but not one in a hundred has a
good figure any more than she has a good
walk. Dress is made therefore, to con-
ceal defects and to highten beauties, as
moonlight is said to do. The stout peo-
pie must not be costumed like the thin
ones. It Is a concession to defects which
has brought about extraordinary fashions
The high collars worn by the Princess of
Wales are TO conceal scars Should every
woman who has a fair throat-that most
peerless Of beauties-cOver 1t up because
a Princess has sears?
Certainly Paris is a wonderful place II
Is the Eldorado Of middle-aged fashiona HE
folk. There. says the New York Tribune
wrinkles, those telltae finger marks Of
time, are smoothed out successfully. the
fat are made slender; the thin have tbeir
bones covered; gray and scanty locks be-
come seemingly thick, while tn cir color is
optional. and a natural bloom is impaired
to the skin. In short, the old are made 10
look young without appearing to be made
up" which every one comedies is vulgar
Nowhere can this be done successfully. 1T
is claimed, except in Paris.
At a womans luncheon In "gay Paree"
last spring a silver haired but comeIy So
ciety woman, who had the courage Of her
convictions. exploded a bombshen
do you know" she remarked during
general pause, 81 am the only woman
at this table who does not dye her hair?"
She was with her intimates and conten-
poraries, and felt she could say what she
liked. There immediately arose a general
storm Of protests and laughter, which
ended by every one admitting that he or
she used a tonic" which had peculiar
restorative qualities" but as for dveing
the hair-that was altogether a mlstakei
But there comes a time, alas! when art
fails and nature resumes her rights. Then
the result of Partisan art is veritablv
chastity. Suddenly there is a collapse. as
II were Of the superstructure when the
| skin no longer yields TO treatment and the