Omaha daily bee., 1910-04-03

brushed by upstairs Marie.
mo, indeed" says wife Of more chron-
illogical experience. 1T was all very well
in the olden times, when the world mar
riage expressed finality. a woman could
afford then to be seen occasionally in curl
papers, to permit husband to face the
ghostly spectre Of a removed transforms
ton or note a coronet braid winding its
serpentine length amid the paraphernalla
Of the dressing table. But we move In an
age Of aeroplanes. Divorce is no longer a
mere dark speck in a far off horizon, but
an evil near at hand. A curl dropped neg
ligently in the soup tureen may lead to
the severing OF until death do us part
vows, and the sight of a double row of
curl papers may give a poetic husband a
marital ~repugnance which cannot be over
come. A wife now is on guard all the time.
She does not dare enjoy any moment Of
'slippered ease and the luxury and ex-
pense of evening. dinner and reception tot
let's is of comparative unimportance when
itemized in conjunction with the artistic
value and commercial worth Of her neg
ligees, in which the caps hold an honorable
position, high in place and profit"
The wife Of this sort is leading up to a pic
turesque display. She opens an elaborate
box, covered with quilted silk, each of the
buttons representing a violet, the whole
in Itself such a perfumed, pleasing trifle
that you wonder il the contents can APP
proach it in delicate appeal. She draws
from its perfumed depths what seems to
be a bouquet of deep purple, single pet
allied blossoms, but which on further in.
spection resolves itself into a mass of VIC.
let's. cap shaped. festooned on a lighi
wire foundation covered with violet tulle
which she puts on with the ease of the
practised hand and looks to you for APP
prevail. The narrow frill of violet tinted
tulle is a becoming setting for the hair, a
blond tint which Nature did not intend,
but has bowed smilingly to; tulle strings
cross in the back, leaving the full throat
exposed, Slipping on a violet silk matinee
the morning costume is complete, rendered
most Elective by the setting, a bedroom
done" in violet and sllvery gray,
a bunch OF violets in the vase by the
bedside table and other touches Of mauve
here and there.
Putting aside the morning cap, which
leaves a trail OF perfume behind as q; is
tucked carefully away, wife of mature out
look says with astute information:
Some person said once that the tragedy
OF life is not in growing old, but N remain p
ing young That axiom may be applied to
morning caps as well as many other things.
Women who have passed the first bloom OF
youth are too apt to cling to kittenish
things, to baby talk. to wide opened eyes,
and in Their attire to colors and fashions
that do no. accomplish the desired result
of making them seem young, but on the
contrary mark definitely the line they have
wished to erase. This is particularly true
of these morning caps. The soft childish
ruffles about the face, the uncompromisin2
delicacies Of tiny rosebuds and forget-me-
nots need The unsullled complexion. the I'M
wrinkled skin Of a debutante. That is why
I have chosen violet instead Of pale blue
and rose pink, and / suggest that Others
follow my example.
II saw a friend Of mine the other morn.
ing who is a charming woman and awfully
good looking. She is of the French mar,
quise type, gray hair, with a rosy, natura
color and big, dark eyes. She is a woman
OF whom one never asks how old is she,
for no one cares, She audaclously wore 4
morning cap Of blond net sprlnkled witt
tiny flowers, the frills about the face