The Washington herald., 1913-02-23
In World Famed Paradise Of
Silks and Laces She Finds
Heavenly Twins"
Jacques and
Jean.
BY KATE cAREw.

r IP and rejoice. o Notaries OF FASH
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~ Sound the glad timbrel my sisters
in stylesl We are not to be forced into
full skirts and trains and pointed bod
ices; We are to cling to our svelteness,
our scantiness and our long lines for at
least another season.
have had 1t from no less an authority
than Worth. And not one Worth, but two
Of EN- Beautiful. young. male persons
they were. in faultiess clothes with
faultless little mustaches garnishins
treir upper lips and faultless white hands
with which to illustrate their ideas Of
fashions for the female form divine.
They were scions of the great house of
Worth-grandsons of the man who made
dressmakinG an art instead of trade
and when he died left special instructions
that his sors and their sons should do the
same.
These are their sons. % you get that?
And they are carrying out grandpa's
wishes to the best of their ability.
AN AUDIENCE AT NOON.
They had said they would give me few
moments before the luncheon hour. which
In this city is chiefly l. o'clock.
At least one of them wrote to that ef-
feet. never mentioning the other. and then
WREN got there they sprang one OF those
difficult twin interviews upon me-
am sure II was the united We stand
idea which inspired them. Jacques stood
by Jean and Jean stood by Jacques
neither caring to face alone and unpro-
tected the painful sight Of woman not
dressed by Worth or any one in particular
and not going TO be unless times change
. I'd like you TO know. however, that. quite
realizing where I was going. got myself
up rome, and I don't want to boast or
anything, but-well-there. you can see for
yourself!
may add I felt fairly classy as I
strolled down the Rue de la Paix. the
most expensive street in the world. where
there are many temples OF fashion and
prominent among them the solid. hand
some House OF Worth.
l stepped into the elevator with quite
my husband is a Wall Street magnate
air." and the young Frenchman who |
whisked it up and dropped it down saw I
in me the prospective buyer OF whole |
trousseau of lovely garments. ! know he |
did. because he never even asked me |
where 1 wished TO be taken. but simply |
deposited me in a beautiful drawing room
and left me to do the rest
Nobody paid any attention to me. though
the room was humming with a dignified
and gentle activity Nobody came for
ward bowling and saying What is ma
dames pleasure?" which happens in Eng
land when am far less dressy.
No, just sat there and looked at the
wonderful young women who glided to
and fro. They were painted and powdered.
Haffl I
and the sun was shining right in on them,
TOO. They wore cloaks and gowns and
peignoirs OF exquisite hues and perfect
lines, and they dressed and redressed,
often even changing their makeup to suit
4 garment, ard appearing TO take a great
pleasure and pride in the performance.
Yet there was 10 one in particular
watching them except your estimable rel
ative and little cluster of men and
women gathered together at the end of
the room.
PUT GARMENTS THROUGH PAGES.
There were six in this group. three
heavy, foreign looking men and three dis
tinctly dowdy looking women. and before I
them the rose-red and snow-wfite ladies
bowed and curtsied and turned and twist
ed like graceful sirens. so that every fold ,
1
advantage. and as they went through |
these SNOWY stunts they murmured the
name of the gown.
"Azaiea," chanted a dark beauty, as
she drifted by. Dawn" whispered a
blonde in tender pink. 'Regence.' cooed
n red haired slip in deep purple. And SO ,
on, while the onlookers scribbled notes
on cards, quite unmoved by the Dream of
Fair Women.
II was very pleasant in that luxurious
drawing room. with its rich hangings and
furniture and its evidences of perfect .
taste, and there was a sense of repose in |
the discreetly lowered voices. the soft
swish of silks and the subtle scent of }
perfumes, SO. as I'm a bit of a L
sy ybarite, 1 didn't do anything to p-ecipi- )
tate matters. Z
Then. by and by. there came a messen-
ger from headquarters
He was a pale and delicate youth,
faultlessly dressed in pastel shades which 8
blended nicely. ard he, too, spoke in dull
Get tones just little above a whisper.
OF THE oNLOOkERS.
AS he led me TO the sanctUm of the .
scions 1 put one burning question 10 him. :
viii you please tell me-" l asked with
my naughty customer manner, who =
those men and women watching the mani
kins are?"
oh. yes" responded the delicate youth
with a chummy sort of smile. which be-
trayed the painful fact that he wasn't d
taking any naughty customer game from
me- They are buyers. One or two Of
them are South Americans. The fat man d
s a we'll known Italian buyer. and two Of p
the women are from a German house. G
This is the 'InOrte' season. you know, so II
If course, there are very few of them Il
about"
He might have told me they were any | u
Thing but buyers for big houses and I
wouldn't have fiinched. but the idea of G
hat group of duddy-fuddies choosing 81
iainty creations for the women in their a
That was poser. c.
It's a wonder We are as well turned out {
is We are. my dears. when you think who Ii
gets our clothes for us. ia
We went through heavily carpeted pas 90
ages and up a winding staircase. We n
we're leaving the elegant abode of the 1t
ashton part of Worth's and entering the
business precincts. h,
At last my guide paused. q,
''One moment" he said gently, and he
waved me into an antechamber, while he
,resumably went to see II really were q,
o have an audience with Monsieur 50
Worth, after all. Itt