The Raymer enterprise., 1915-01-07
Extraordinary Story About One
Of New york's Most Noted
Women.
UNHAPPY IN HER LUXURY
Seemingly the Proprietor Of Fashion
able oressmakino Establishment
and Magazine, She 10 a Broken
Hearted Sham.
BY RICHARD sPILLANE.

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been keeping one eye on the clock of
the brick church and another on the
stream Of vehicles moving down the
great thoroughfare of fashion, hurries
forward, opens the door, and out steps
the most exquisitely dressed woman
in New York.
Across the broad sidewalk she picks
her way. men and women taking a
hasty appraisement of the gown she is
wearing, the gloves that cover her
hands and arms, the hat that adorns
her head, the stockings they see little
or much Of according to how she holds
her skirt and the gemmed slippers or
shoes which cover her feet.
As she. goes through the shop she
bows once to the right and once to the
left. Those two bows take In all the
employees of the store. In the rear of
the room there. is private elevator
which takes her to bijou Office on the
floor above. There a maid takes her
hat, her gloves, her parasol and, II she
happens to have one with her, her
cloak. That done she seats herself at
a satin wood desk and secretary lays
sheaf Of papers before her. While
she glances over these papers he
stands. notebook in hand, alongside a
smaller desk on which he has placed a
wire tray piled high with papers.
Two Hours Of Quick Business.
The woman reads rapidly. Occa-
sionally she makes a note with a Jew
eled pencil on the sheet she is reading.
Usually 1t is brief and expressive of
approval or disapproval. Occasionally
she calls for letter and the secretary
fishes 1t out of the tray. She reads it
carefully, and, If SO disposed, dictates
an answer which the secretary takes
in shorthand.
It takes nearly an hour to 60 through
the mass Of reports, letters and state
ments, despite the fact that digest OF
all the letters and reports has been
made by the secretary to facilitate her
work.
When she has read the last letter, or
dictated the last reply. the cashier en-.
ters and lays before her such matters
as require her attention. Generally
he has batch of checks for her sig
nature. She goes over the accounts
with him and gives instructions as to
credits and the polite efforts to be
made to bring delinquents to liquidate
their accounts. Next she sees the su-
perintendent-a queenly creature who
looks more like a mannequin than the
clever, diplomatic. alert business wom-
an she has proved herself to be. The
superintendent has much to say re-
garding visitors, gowns that have been
ordered, alterations desired, gossip she
has heard, happenings in the shop,
goods that should be ordered and, pos
sibly, changes that would be advan-
tageous.
At 11:55 a maid enters with
madame's gloves, hat, parasol and
cloak, and minute later the little ele-
vator is taking her down stairs. For
four minutes she wanders through the
shop saying nothing, but seeing much.
Exactly at midday she passes out of
the door, the boy in livery attends her
to the limousine and her car starts
up the Avenue of the Rich.
In the Fashion Magazine Office.
Once in a week or two she goes
home for luncheon, but usually it is to
Delmonico's, Sherry's, the Ritz-Carl-
ton or the Plaza. At 2:3O p. m. her
car stops in front Of the office of a
great magazine Of fashion and she
goes within to an Office that is more
of boudoir than q place of business.
A maid takes her things as in the
other place and q girl secretary pre-
sents letters. proofs. manuscripts,
drawings and piles Of foreign and
American fashion publications for her
to examine.
There is no haste, but considerable
speed. At 4 p. m. those of the editors
who care to may call and discuss af-
fairs with her, but at 4:30 she departs
and the limousine takes her to the
park, or up the drive for the afternoon
outing.
When a person whose regularity is
30 well established that you may set
your watch by his or her coming or
going departs from schedule, II is a
minor sensation. So it was the day
the big hand on the clock on the brick
church pointed at twelve and the lit
tie hand at ten, and the boy in livery
In front Of Nine. Roses establishment.
seeing nothing of the familiar Iimou.
sine, began 10 feel uneasy. 1t was
nearly eleven when Nine. Rose arrived
that morning. She didn't notice the
boy. SO naturally he gasped. She was
30 evidently in distress that the lad,
but for the feet that he had been
trained to be q human automnton,
would have asked her what was the
matter. The employees In the shop
didn't get their two bows. and the Sec
retary who took several letters she
dictated. didn't send them out. Those