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PART THREE.
WOMAN’S WORLD.
A Few Tilings of Interest to the
Fair Sex.
How to Make Girls Carry Themselves
Well— When Men and Women Kissed
in Public—The Female Brain Smaller
Than That of the Male—Adornments
of a Bath Room—Olive Schreiner’s
New Story —They Could Not Live
Apart— Other Matters of General In
terest.
Olive Schreiner has written anew tale
for women to smile and cry over as they
have over her other books. It is called
••The Woman's Rose,” and is the story of
two women, rivals in a settlement princi
pally composed of men. All the men had
sworn by one woman until the other and
younger one arrived. Then they trans
ferred their allegiance, and the majority
pronounced the new comer the prettier.
The girls hated one another, or thought
they did, but when one was leaving the
settlement there was to be a ball, and—
but let Ralph Iron tell her story.
••When I arrived and went to the wait
ing room to talk off my mantle, I found
the girl there already. She was dressed
in pure white, with her great white arms
and shoulders showing, and her bright
hair glistening in the candlelight, and the
white rose fasted at her breast. She.
looked like a queen.
•T said ‘Good evening,’ and turned
away quickly to the glass to arrange my
old black scarf across my old black dress.
Then I felt a hand touch my hair. ‘Stand
still.' she said. I looked in the glass.
She had taken the white rose from her
breast and was fastening it in my hair.
•How nice dark hair is; it sets off flowers
so. She stepped back and looked at me.
•Ft looks much better there.’ * * *
Then they came in and swept us away to
the dance. * * * I never saw her
again. Years afterward I heard she had
married and gone to America; it may or
may not be so—but the rose—the rose is
in the box still! When my faith in woman
grows dim, and it seems that for want of
love and magnanimity she can play no
part in any future heaven, then the scent
of that small withered thing comes back.
Spring can not fail us.’’
The most noticeable thing on the prom
enade just now. says the New York Press,
is the new and gracious carriage of the
Judies and their essentially feminine and
courtly gowns. All the swagger, the
taiior-mado smartness, the aggressive
ness, has gone. The square shoulders
have learned anew and gentle slope that
is very appealing and suggests just the
kind of helpless delicacy that calls out a
great lot of chivalry and deference in the
masculine demeanor. The head of the
fashionable woman is more proudly
poised than ever, the chin well drawn in,
the head thrown back, with just a trace
of hauteur on the neck, but the whole
body bends just a little forward from the
hips, as if the chest were leading the
v ay, or as if the great fulness in the back
of tho skirts were heavy and the bend
forward were necessary to adjust the
equilibrium.
It is a most gracious and patrician post
ure, with its mingled pride and gentle
ness, and when done up in velvet and
sables suggests the queenliness of the old
portraits from which the gowns and the
pose were copied. The wonderful thing
about it is the cheerfulness with which
the American woman readjusts her phys
ical being in happy accord with the mode
that happens to be in vogue. When the
square shoulder prevailed in the tailor
made jacket, fitted like a man's, it was
surprising how many women you met
with shoulders as level acrosa the top as
those of Phidias’ Minerva, or the Venus
that Praxiteles chiseled with her
woman's face of longing and her goddess’
figure of majesty. But now as my lady
takes her walks abroad it is surprising
to see how many of those once square
shouldered maids and matrons have the
sloping shoulders.
The sloping sloulder had a run of about
200 years. Girls were trained to let their
arms hang pendant, to depress the shoul
ders. and to poise the head up high on
the neck, as the girls and women try to
do now. Generations of sloping shoul
dered women transmitted to their pos
terity the swan-like curves that were
considered the acme of grace and beauty
until Du Maurier and Vedder and Fur
niss. the English woman's tailor, and the
beloved Danish princess of vVales, who
bared to the English public most beauti
ful white shoulders in their bridal white,
all helped to inaugurate the reign of the
square shoulder, which now is passing
into decadence beneath the Anne of
Austria collar and the Louis XIII. bodice.
‘■How well Maud carries herself this
year!' l said the mother of a half-grown
girl rather enviously to a friend of the
-New York Tribune, whose daughter was
m ">t beautifully erect.
Ves; I must say she has greatly im
proved,” answered the other complacent
"and I take great credit to myself
a ' :;Ut it. _ 1 tried everything, dumbbells,
calisthenics. braces; nothing did her
good until finally the happy idea oc
;'red t 0 me to test the moral effect of
' "'ties. I gave her very pretty frocks,
u:s ardedthe loose blouse waist altogeth
er and had everything fitted with tho
greatest care. And it really wrought a
[Trade. Like every True woman, she
i"ves pretty elothes, and she soon took a
l>nde in the tit and appearance of her
. l 'ks. while 1 spared no pains in show
ing her how the nicest-lookiug dress may
, c ‘luite spoiled if worn by a dowdy,
round-shouldered person. Certainly the
prescription has worked wonders, and 1
no not believe if I moderate my tactics.
n°w that I have won m.v case, that I will
ni ‘ 1 that I have fostered an undue love of
appa rel.”
A secret wedding occurred three
ua .\s ago under most unusual cir
cumstances at Columbus, 0., says
, ae Cincinnati Emiuirer. The
i cst peculiar feature of the strange
matrimonial event is that the contracting
,an > l 's had been married to each other
•'arly twenty years ago and quite re
”'nU.v separated by divorce. The groom
'•is,iohn Walsh, out of the best known
.!!, must respected citizens of Columbus.
1 , hride was his former wife, Josephine,
nose friends are among the oldest and
families of the city. Mr. Walsh is
! M extensive real estate dealer, and has
ring been oneof the wealthiest menof the
■ "rth side. Mr. and Mrs. Walsh occupied
“icegant home, and their married life,
l of recent date, seemed to be uli sun
-Bhni(t
1, * ll ® Public was profoundly surprised
1 1 June to hear that Mrs. Walsh had
, 1 for divorce on the grounds of in
, _ ' 'dibdit.v of temper and Itarsh t.reat
im ' ~' VCI \V one who knew John Walsh
1 ‘ anally was satisfied that he was guilty
(Tljr Jttenina fietoft.
of no grievous wrong. The same people I
or those of them who also knew Mrs. i
W alsh, were sure that she had been a
good and faithful wife. Therefore, it soon
came to be understood that Mr. and Mrs.
W'alsh, because of a combination of
trivial controversies and a mutual desire
to avoid further disputes, had agreed to
permanently disagree by separating
forever. It was a very solemn step,
and it was not taken hastily.
They considered it several weeks while
living together beneath the same roof
and in the house both had called home
for so many years. Finally, however,
Mrs. Walsh took the decisive action, and
her suit being uncontested, the courts
soon did the rest. She was granted an
unconditional decree of divorce, and Mr.
Walsh generously settled upon her a
goodly share of his estate. Mrs. Walsh
removed to 1,411 Summit street, while
her divorced husband took up his resi
dence at the Park hotel.
It was not long until both began to long
for the old home, with its cherished memo
ries and its many comforts, but pride
stepped in when harsh feeling left, and
they remained apart. Mrs. Walsh was
perliaps not, the greater sufferer of the
two, but she was the first to succumb to
the pains of separation. Putting back
pride, chagrin, everything but the old
devotion for her husband, she made the
first overture. Mr. W’alsh was more slow
to forget what he regarded as the great
injury he had suffered. He hesitated,
and for a time it seemed the divorce suit
would outlive the re-kindled fires of affec
tion. One day last week Mrs. Walsh car
ried to her former husband’s office deeds
for all the property he had conveyed to
her when the separation occurred. With
these deeds she took to him others for all
the property she had possessed before
their marriage, which was of consid
erable value. She gave them to him, and
then, standing there practically penniless
and alone in the world, asked him to take
her back to his heart and home.
“I have made over all my property to
you, as you will observe by these deeds,”
said Mrs. Walsh, ‘ and now 1 want to
again be your loving wife, as of old. If
you will not consent to a reunion, then I
want to die, and I shall take my own life,
leaving what I had and what you gave
me to you.”
Mr. Walsh thrust back the deeds to the
property, and in their stead took to his
arms the woman whose undying devotion
had replaced her upon that pedestal in
man's heart which can be occupied only
by his wife. A marriage license was se
cured for the second time, and a cere
mony duly performed. The affair has
been kept quiet, and this is the first an
nouncement of the happy finale in the
troubles of John and Josephine Walsh.
Says an exchange: “A woman should
go away occasionally and give her chil
dren and their father a chance to get real
well acquainted. For some reason, a
father is always better to his children
when they are left alone with him. It is
good for a man to have his children come
to him with their troubles, which they
seldom do if their mother is at home, and,
in addition, it gives her a rest.”
“Absolutely the most satisfactory com
pliment which every drifted my way,”
said a woman to the New York Times
last week, “I received to-day.
“I was hurrying through one of the
blocks between Fifth and Sixth avenues,
just below Twenty-third street, when I
saw approaching me a wotnan whom I
thoughtl knew. I took her to be an out
of-town friend, and my pleasure to meet
her was greater from its rarity. 1 hur
ried forward, not waiting to fairly reach
her before beginning my delighted greet
ing. The words froze on my Ups, how
ever, as we actually met, for I saw that
though the likeness was extraordinary,
even at close quarters, she was not the
person for whom I had taken her.
" ‘Oh!’ I said, with a smile of apology,
‘I beg your pardon. I thought you were
a friend of mine.’ She smiled, too, and
then after a second of survey and hesita
tion which subtly pointed the remark,
said, with a graceful bow and charming
air of breeding, ‘i wish I were, Madam,’
and passed on.
“The whole took a breath to do, though
it has taken several to tell, and she was
almost out of hearing before I could rally
and call ‘Thank you,’ after her. I shall
never see her again, of course, but I shall
always remember her quick tact and de
lightful courtesy.”
“The spotted veil habit will have to
have its asylums, or gold cures, or some
thing,” said a. New York oculist lately.
Its victims increase constantly, and they
seem to be as devoid of will power to re
sist the mania as is the devotee of any
evil practice. Intelligent women come to
me to be treated for eye troubles that in
some cases are wholly produced by the
use of the dotted veil, and in others seri
ously aggravated. The harm is more per
ceptible now’ than formerly, for women
wear veils almost incessantly. At
the theater, at social afternoons,
at church, everywhere almost, you
will see the covering dilin of
lace. I’ve questioned my wife,
who is as bad as any of you. anil she says
it is positively necessary—that one's hair
flies and various disagreeable things hap
pen it' the vail is left off, so I suppose it
will have to be worn, eyes or no eyes. At
least, however, wear one without dots, or
with them so far apart that one need not
come within eye range.
To which caution another may bo
added- to lift the veil, whatever its tex
ture. when reading in transit. It is a
common sight'to sec women in the ele
vated cars and suburban trains absorb
themselves iu book or paper for a forty
minute trip without raising their veils.
The motion of the vehicle and the shift
ing; uncertain light are, in themselves, a
serious tax upon the sight, to which it is
unnecessary to add the further burden of
even a plain veil.
Far in the interior of the country, says
the New York Tribune, on one of the
great lakes, there is a beautiful house
built on a bluff over 100 feet high. It is
reared on tremendous terraces, there are
big stone walls, and there are ramparts.
It is a castle in the northwest. And it is
lived in by a man and his wife, who were
resolved when they built it, that it should
be as perfect as the best artists could
make it. So they proceeded to Europe,
and in London they consulted with one
William Morris, who provided them deco
rations ad libitum—wall-papers, furni
ture and stained glass and the like. They
wanted, too, some tapestries. Mr. Mor
ris's answer to their request was charac
teristic and extremely interesting, as
showing how the leading English decora
tor of the day curries on his work. "I
will design the tapestries for you with
pleasure,” he said, but I cannot bind my
self in any way as to the delivery of the
pieces. 1 must wait until the mood
seizes me before I can sketch them out.
When the inood comes (and I can t tell
you when that will be, it may be six
months, it may be a year) I'll put the
work through so far as 1 am concerned,
and then you will have to allow a few
months for the execution.
Thoy accepted this autocratic arrange
SAVANNAH, GA., SUNDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1893.
ment and sat down in their new house to
wait for the tapestries to come. The
house was finished and no tapestries were
there. They had been living in it for
months, and still no tapestries. Nearly
two years had elapsed since their visit to
Ixmdou and the tapestries were not forth
coming. But they had faith in Morris,
and never said a word. At last the
precious things came, and were hung in
the panels for which they had been de
signed. some panels in a circular hall lit
by a leaded glass dome. There they now
hang, and they are said to be so passing
fair that the weariness of waiting for
them has been swallowed up in aesthetic
joy. ,
Five o'clock teas are to be as popular as
ever this season, says Clara Bell in the
Cincinnati Enquirer. It is such a com
fortable way of exchanging social courte
sies. You can drop into a friend's tea
now that I have said it, that has sort of
an “in the soup" slangy suggestion—and
not be bothered to talk to her after all.
Now, at a plain call, you would have to
talk to her some anyhow, and you can go
as soon as you like. Besides, you have a
chance to meet people and show your
gown, instead of wasting all your time on
just your hostess. The hostess can de
pend on her tea and her cups and decora
tions and things to do her entertaining,
and people take care of themselves, which
is the one thing tho true hostess of to-day
desires her friends to do. A pretty fad
is now added to the mere pour
ing. It is the proper thing to let some
grounds go into the cup, and someone in
the room, possibly the hostess herself if
she ins’t too tired, tells fortunes in the
leaves. You don’t need to know anything
about the art to do it. Just “make up,”
and it is an easy task to say mean things
about people, and so start conversation.
At one of these functions Van Doodle was
sitting without the ring of men who sur
rounded Miss Repartee. Said fie:
“Reigning, as usual, I see, Miss Re
partee.’’
“Oh, no,” she retorted, “not reigning,
but pouring. Have some tea?”
The great family life of America does
not represent opulence, writes Edward
W. Eok in the December Ladies’ Home
Journal. If it stands for anything it
stands for comfqrt, but not for plenty.
We can all afford to recognize the Christ
like spirit of Christmas, which teaches us
to remember by some loving token those
nearest and dearest to us. But only the
few can afford to follow the present
method of extravagant and senseless giv
ing. Generosity is a synonym tho world
over for the American; but true gen
erosity is of the heart and of the heart
alone. If one has been more fortunate,
than the other in the acquirement of
means, and the will is present, then, I
say, by all means give largely and widely.
But let such giving be meas
ured only by true feeling and
that spirit manifested as it can be, so
that others, less fortunate of means,
shall not feel that they are obliged to do
what really they cannot afford to do. It
will not harm us if, in this respect, we go
back a little to the times that are past.
No one then heard all this talk about the
duty of giving at holiday time. People
gave because it was a pleasure to give;
they liked to give, and they gave what
they could. A Christmas present then
meant more than it docs now, in that its
only association was the day and tho spirit
of the giver. Times were simpler, it is
true, and wants were fewer. But if we
have progressed, and presents are possi
ble to-day which were out of the reach of
our forefathers, the spirit can at least
remain the same. We need not depart
from principles as we grow.
Sir James Browne, says the Baltimore
Herald, has been talking about the brains
of men and women again. He takes some
of the old “ounce” view of intellect, dear
to the conservative members of his sex,
and he expresses the old gloomy, fore
bodings about the deterioration of
women's looks with the improvement of
their miuds that have been shouted aloud
ever since women undertook to learn
enough mathematics to keep their trades
men's bills in order. Here are a few of
his statistical statements:
“All available evidence points to the
conclusion that the male brain exceeds
the female brain in weight in this coun
try to an even greater degree than lias
hitherto been believed, and I contend that
the smaller size of the female brain is a
sexual distinction, and is not to be ac
counted for on the ground of environ
ment, education or habits of life.”
He then goes on to point out that the brain
of unfortunate woman is not only smal
ler titan that of fortunate man, but differ
ent iu shape—the difference being entirely
to the advantage of man, of course. Then
he shows that the woman’s brain has not
so many convolutions in proportion to its
size, nor so much gray matter, aitd that
even in the matter of blood supply the
brain of man is far superior to that of
woman.
And then Sir James Cricnton Browne,
lamenting the tendency on the part of
modern woman to oppose nature and his
theories, goes on to say what may happen
if she persists m her unnatural course.
“What woman gains intellectually by
the higher education now iu vogue,” says
he, “she will lose in beauty and grace, and
often in health, too. It looks to me like
straining her faculties against nature.”
And with that horrid threat of ugliness,
Sir John Crichton Browne leaves modern
woman to her fate.
In the old time, says Notes and Queries,
men and women who were mere acquaint
ances exchanged kisses iu public, and
with a certain amount of ceremony, and
a visitor to whom it was desired to show
special civility was always received with
a kiss.
The mode of salutation has changed
greatly with the times. Haste and high
pressure have contributed to render the
form of greeting as brief as possible. Not
only have we given up the quaint, famil
iar Ways of our ancestors, but we have
also parted with much of that elaborate
etiquette which, in the last century,
played so large a part in the social life.
The changed habits of society, the
greater mingling of its various grades,
have brought a simplicity into the form
of intercourse which strikes oddly upon
the senses of people accustomed to old
fashioned ceremony. "1 always kiss the
lady’s hand when I take my leave of the
hostess after a party,” said a German
lady, a descendant of one of the oldest
families in what used to be called Prussia.
She was commenting rather severely on
the habits and customs of her adopted
country.
The off-hand manner of girls toward
their mothers, anil of all .young people
generally toward all older people drew’
forth her reprobation, and kissing is now
confined to state ceremonies, and to a few
old-world lovers arid gallants who have
retained, the ways of their great-grand
fathers. ’
‘•Do you notice any falling off in the street
car travel since the fair Is over'-''
No it was the visitors here that fell off
generally.”
JE'a.iE'&Ka. ■^BSrs^3ac
COLLAT’S RED LETTER SALE!
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Buys Men’s all wool Suit
or Ovorcoat: Sold for
$lO 00.
$139
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Double Breasted Gray
Cassi mere School suit. 4
to 15 years.
. .
$390
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Cape Overcoat. 2 1-2 to
5 years. Worth $7 and
$B. 6 different styles.
39c each -
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Takes choice of Blue cloth
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Yachts and Turkish Fez,
all sizes.
V 1 „e A
i 2*J PAIR
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chor Brand Cuffs, Satin
Stripe and embroidered.
Worth 35c a pair.
89c "
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Buys
School Shoes j.
Boy’s Shoes | Competitor’s
Ladies’ Shoes [ Price $1.25.
Men’s Shoes j
All Sizes.
$8 00
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Suit or Overcoat. Worth
$l4 GO.
$ 1 75
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Cheviot or Gray Scotch
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suit. 4to 15 years.
s4™
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$6 Tailor-made pants.
50c EAcn -
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hemstitched Initial hand
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Large sizes.
19C PAIR
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Another lot of Guyot’s
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Girls’ Shoes J
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Men’s Shoes j
All Sizes.
CLOTHING
$ 1 o<>9
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$lB
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$399
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jjj | 00 a BOX.
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Initial I landkerchiefs,
2 1.-4 inoli hem, all
initials. 6in a box.
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Hat or Alpine, Black and
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69c
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$l.OO. Ask for them.
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$2 y 9
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4 to 15 years.
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Worth $5,
tjB EACH
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Worth $3.00
3 FOR 1 Oc
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30c
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