The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-01-06
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| had just come through fitting. One of
| the saleswomen was with her The GUS
toner wanted to know just on what oc-
casions she could wear the suit. Her
| last question was a,characteristic epitome
of the reliance she placed on the saleswo-
| man.
Now, do you think" she asked. that
1 could wear this to take tea with the
rural dean? He has asked us over to take
tea with him and / would like to wear
my new gown. But, of course, / wouldn't
| IL It isn't appropriate"
The saleswoman, says the New York
| Sun, assured the customer that the pro-
prieties of the rural deans household
would not be violated by a tailor-made
dress for the afternoon tea hour and the
customer left delighted.
English women naturally have been in
a furry over the question of the skirt.
One of it's principal advocates is Viscount-
ess Harberton and she recently addressed
meeting Of women gathered to show
their approval of the costume which they
designate as rational dress. 1t seems
that England's recent wars have worked
to the disadvantage of the propaganda in
favor of the shortened skirt. In addi-
ton, fashion gave the movement set
back by decreeing that the trailing skirt
should once more be worn. The Wis
countess exhorted the members Of the
society which calls itself the Rational
Dress League to redouble their energy
to Offset these setbacks.
London's new threepenny society paper.
the Onlooker, prints this story of Marie
Bashkirtseff over the signature of "Adri-
enne," its Paris correspondent. The
writer knew Marie Bashkirtseff and adj
mired her beauty and wit; nevertheless,
she has no scruple In saying that Marie
was IAN impairment mink" She tells the
following story:
81 often met her in the house OF mu-
tuaI friend, who one day gave little
fete in his country seat near Paris. Marie
Bashkirtseff and Bastien Lepage graced
the party, and the lovely Russian girl,
who, with her halo of pale blond hair and
her clinging, soft, white frock, looked like
a Druidic priestess, began the day In the
most triumphant mood-for was not she
the star, nay, the sun, toward which we
all turned our eyes, blinking before so
much loyelinessl Bastien Lepage, her
somewhat heavy but decidedly quaint
adorer, was walking in her train, the
fumes of incense rising round her.
at happened, however, that myself and
a friend had just returned from Venice
and few words were said at lunch about
/ the city so dear to all artists. and which
Bastien Lepage had just then the inten-
ton of visiting. 50, little later in the
afternoon, as we had both gone to sit UNI
der a shady tree somewhat apart from the
noisy rest, the young painter came, bring
ing with him a rustic seat, which he In
stalled near ours. and began asking ques-
lions about Venice. He grew interested,
and / may as well confess that we fell
| quite under the charm OF his original
mind, and that the conversation lasted a
good three-quarters Of an hour, II not
more Suddenly a most perfect little hand
| fell heavily on the young mans shout
der and saw Marie Bashkirtseff, white
and trembling with rage, looking at US
with the eyes of a cat who sees her kit
tens in danger. She unceremoniously
pulled the chair from under Bastien Lee
page 'Eh, bien,' she cried, hoarselv,
have you nothing more interesting than
lose your time with old women CTo shell
ter our feminine vanity, let me say that
the elder OF us was scarcely over 800.
"Bastien Lepage got up; he could not
help it. for his seat was upset on the
grass. No nothing more interesting,
rnadamoiselIe," he answered, frigidly,
"a flood OF tears CT ne to the large eyes
| Of the violent little witch, end-let those
who have never loved throw the hrst
stone-Lepage became red to the ears,
turned on his heels, and left us In the
Iurch."