Omaha daily bee., 1900-02-11
IN THE DOMAIN OF WOMAN.


Copied in the mcst expensive panne or il
I one OF the pretty economical cashmeres tina
are so greatly the vogue it would be equally
enchanting and its simplicity renders it pos.
sible for any but the very stout woman
Sage green French suiting was the materia
Of the original, the skirt quite plain in front
hut from the hips round to the rear caught
in a series of close set cord tucks run witt
gray silk. In the back these were welded
in gracefully with q triple vatican pleat
that had it's stitched lines carried out pref.
tily on the train.
Really, the dressmakers are quite daft
over the ~pleating Of skirts and will actually
run the tucking round aud round from
the waist to we'll below the hips. while the
lower half Of the skirt is completely tucked
on perpendicular lines. I've seen some
wonders done with the corkscrew tuck and
others with tucked panels. However, This
is allowing our mutton to grow cold and |
must hasten to say that the waist of this
frock was tucked closely un and down and
showed three overlapping revers upon the
shoulders. The two first were of cream
pannc, the top one of green panne and a
strip of the shining green velvet ran down
the front of the waist, to set off to ad-
vantage three cabochon buttons of moon
stone set in green.
"Creamiest cluny lace over green made
the yokelet and collar and the sleeves were
tucked p~rettily from wrist up toward the
elbow, in order to give a snug fit and a
suggestion of trimming. What the sales
woman packed in with this duck of a gown
added to our envy of its owners good for
tune. A tapering, hip-long boa Of green
aroophane, hemmed with the narrowest band
of chinchilla that looked for all the world
like pussy willows clinging TO a green
bough, is what | refer to, and a muff, all
of buff. with the cloud-like areophane and
ohinchilla, completed my noble discomfort
with my own wardrobe"
The Craze for BoIcros.
"a moment ago you said something of
boleros that excited my interest said the
hostess. trying to read a fortune in the
leaves at her tea cups bottom.
80 | did" admitted the orator of the
afternoon. Before very long the leaves in
Vallambrosa will be no more numerous than
the Figaros, Etons or whatever the indi-
vidual woman chooses to name her %Tarticu-
lar net of short WASTED jacket. This blessed
day Maisie and / Swallowed for two blocks a
woman who was looking into the shop win
dows and gossiping in French and alto
gether betraying by her style and her cos
tune the hallmark Of some eminent Partisan
sartorial artist.
Her skirt was powder blue cloth, rather
severely stitched with four black lines at the
bottom, but a most agreeable overdress effect
was given by darker blue cloth wedges laid
and stitched on about the hips. She wore
an Elton jacket of the darkest blue goods
strapped with the lighter-toned material
and this opened with broad revers upon the
bust to show the sweetest little shirt OF
c~oarsest cream renaissance lace draped over
taffeta. The shirt was fastened down the
front by a row of pearl bullet buttons and
around the base of the high lace collar was
drawn a narrow tie of white satin conclud-
ing in a butterfly bow under the chin.
THAT was one bolero l met, but on
wriggling into a crowd of well-frocked
women. invited by card to view an opening
Of the very earliest spring styles, | gloated
upon dozens more of the sauciest little
jackets of panne, satin, silk and lace that
had in some instances tails that reached
not an inch below the bust and the shoulder
blades, or that came as far as the belt In
swallow forks, and nearly all of them showed
rcvers that jutted straight out from the
body, edged with fluffy quillings of lace or
chiffon. MARY DEAN"