Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 January 1915 — Page 3

SHE IS ONLY A GIRL ON SALARY

Extraordinary Story About On! of New York’s Most Noted Women. UNHAPPY IN HER LUXURY Beemlngly the Proprietor of Fashionable Dressmaking Establishment and Magazine, She Is a BrokenHearted Sham. By RICHARD SPILLANE. (Copyright, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) At ten o’clock each morning a limousine stops in front of Mine Rose’s Fifth avenue establishment in New York. A lad in purple livery, who has 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 an£ once to the left Those two bows take in all the employees of the store. In the rear of the room there is a private elevator which takes her to a bijou office on the floor above. There a maid takes her hat, her gloves, her parasol and, if she happens to have one with her, her cloak. That done she seats herself at a satin wood desk and a secretary lays a 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 worngn reads rapidly. Occasionally she makes a note with a jeweled pencil on the sheet she is reading. Usually it is brief and expressive of approval or disapproval. Occasionally she calls for a letter and the secretary fishes it 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 go through the mass of reports, letters and statements, despite the fact that a 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 enters and lays before her such matters as require her attention. Generally he has a batch of checks for her signature. 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 superintendent—a queenly creature who looks more like a mannequin than the clever, diplomatic, alert business woman she has proved herself to be. The superintendent has much to say regarding visitors, gowns that have been ordered, alterations desired, gossip she has heard, happenings in the shop, goods that should be ordered and, possibly, changes that would be advantageous. At 11:65 a maid enters with madame's gloves, hat, parasol and cloak, and a minute later the little elevator 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 2:30 p. ms. her car stops in front of the office of a great magazine of fashion and fche goes within to an office that is more of a boudoir than a place of business. A maid takes her things as in the other place and a girl secretary presents 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 affairs 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 so well established that you may set your watch by his or her coming or going departs from schedule, it is a minor sensation. So it was the day the Mg hand on the dock on the brick church pointed at twelve and the little hand at ten, and the boy in livery in front of Mme. Rose's establishment, seeing nothing of the fa&iliar limousine, began to feel uneasy. It was nearly eleven when Mme. Rose arrived that morning. She didn't notice the boy, so naturally he gasped. She was so evidently in distress that the lad. but for the fact that be had been trained to be a human automaton, would have asked her what was the matter. The employees in the shop didn't get their two bows, and ihe secretary who took several letters she dictated, didn’t send them out. Those

that weren’t sharp were bitter, were confused and didn’t make sense. For the first time since they had been with her, madame scolded the cashier and the superintendent. They couldn’t imagine what-was the matter with her. Neither could the girls down stairs, when madame, instead of making her customary-inspection, hurried out and got into her car. Hysterical and in Teara. If she was late at her shop, madame was not late at her editorial office. She got there an hour ahead of time. That was as upsetting as if she had been an hour behind her schedule. The maid wasn't looking for her and madame found fault, wrung her hands and acted as if it were a tragedy. Miss Terrell, tbe stenographer, wasn’t ready, and that was worse. Madame called her a stupid creature, grabbed some papers out of her hand, tried to read them *"4 then, in despair, throw them on the floor. Miss Terrell looked at-her in astonishment. This further excited madame. “What are you staring at? How dare you look at me that way? I’ll dismiss ' you. 1 You are impertinent,’’ cried madame hysterically. The girl looked at her with calm eyes. “You are 111," she said. " "I am not, I am not,” exclaimed the woman, but as she said it, she sank into a chair and began wringing her hands. “You look dreadful,” cried the girl. “I think I will call a doctor." Madame commanded her not to do so. Then as the girl started as if to go out, she pleaded with her to remain and a moment later She buried her head in her arms on her desk and began to sob as if her heart would break. In a moment the girl’s arms were about her.- For several minutes madame sobbed convulsively. The

Out Stepped the Most Exquisitely Dressed Woman In New York.

girl petted her as if she were a child! and had the good sense to let her have her sobbing spell out. It was a wet-eyed, sad-looking face that madame turned to Miss Terrell when at last she looked up. “I suppose you are disgusted with me,” she said. “I am ashamed to let you see how weak I am, hut I am so unhappy, so unhappy.” “Why, madame, you are one of the most envied women in New York and ought to be the happiest,” said the secretary. "You are so accomplished, so beautiful. You have so much. You have a beautiful home, your own car, people to wait on you and never have to worry about money. You don’t know what the real troubles of life are. You must be overwrought or you wouldn’t give way as you did right now. A faint smile came to madame's fkce. r “You think I haven’t had to work. I’ve worked like a slave. I have eatah my heart out for years. My whole life has been a sham and a pretense. O, I’m so unhappy.” Ans once more her head sank onto her arm and she sobbed. Her Tale of Borrow. "You think I haven’t had to work?” she said. “Let me tell you how I’ve worked. I’m proud, perhaps too proud. But for that, fact, I never would have been in New York. I used to be married. I loved my husband more than I realized. 1 have a temper. I expect you know that. When he showed attention to other women I reproached him bitterly. I was suspicious and magnified every act of his. Many times fcjiccused him of things of which he was wholly innocent. We had many quarrels and at last I came to think that I couldn’t live with him any longer. Then I sued for a divorce. I got a decree. He offered to make a very genrous allowance to me, but I spurned ttT I had a little money of my own. I determined that I was going to put him out of my life and make my own way thereafter. I came to New York as a lot of foolish women do. I bad to work, for my income wasn’t sufficient to support me. “Whan Ihadbeen in New York at* months I god work in a little shop at Madison avenue. I had to sell and display clothes. I got eight dollars a

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week and I was there from eight in the morning, until six, seven and sometimes eight o’clock at night. The woman who ran the establishment had a terrible temper. When things went wrong she lost all control of herself and used the most violent language. The year I spent there was a horror. She was good enough to raise my pay. for I worked as faithfully as woman ever worked. When the year ended I was ill in body and mind. By that time I was getting sl4 a week and had saved a little of my earnings. I never had ceased hoping to get on tee stage. Through a friend, I managed to get an engagement It was a sorry awakening. Instead of tee glamour and glory I had looked forward to, I was in a company that played one night stands. If there is anything teat will disillusionize a woman in regard to the stage, a one-night stand company will do it The members of the company were good enough in their way, but It was a miserable existence. Worst of all was the realization that came to me that 1 was not an actress. .1 did. not have real talept. I wasn’t emotional. I didn’t really act I spoke my lines and walked through my part and that was all there was to it A theatrical man who was a real friend to me, when he explained my shortcomings, but who nearly broke my heart by his pliin talking, told me flatly that I never would be a success on the stage, that I wasn’t fitted for it and that tbe quicker 1 got away from the stage, the better it would be for me. He questioned me as to what I could do, what I bad done as a girl, what lines I had shown talent in.

All a Sham. “When I told him everything in connectlon with myself, he advised me to get into something connected with dressmaking. I wouldn’t take his ad-

vice. I got on a newspaper. I know now I was a poor reporter. The newspaper people were very good to me and, as I was unsuited for general work, I was put after a while at writ ing connected with fashions. At this I was successful. I stayed at this for two years. I got to know some of the people connected with the fashion magazines. A remark I made in criticism or ridicule one day of the manner in which one of the magazines was conducted, led a year later, to tee editor sending for me and recalling what I had said and offering an opportunity to me to prove teat my idea was better than the one under which they had been proceeding. It was through that opening that I got where 1 am today. You think lam very successful. You think I am the head and the owner of tee fashionable shop that bears my name. lam not. "It is all sham. lam only a salaried employee. The establishment is Owned by a stock company. My name fs only used because of its trade value. Even the; car I ride in is not my <nn . My coming and going at a precise time each day is only a trick to attract attention. lam paid well but am not a free agent. Even the places I go for luncheon are arranged by schedule. It is so, too, here. I get a salary, a generous one, but not one-half of what I am reputed to get. -I am more of an advertising poster than a real woman. The artiflcla&ty of it all disgusts me. I have no freedoffi, I simply do what is planned, for me. It has got on my nerves. Maybe it wouldn’t have got on my nerves bnt for tee fact that I cannot forget my husband, and cannot forget the home that I used to have. 1 am unhappy, oh, so unhappy. I want my name, my home, *ny husband.” Habit and duty are. hard-task masters. At ten o’clock the next morning Madame Rose’s limousine stopped in front of the Fifth avenue establishment. The lad in purple livery; whir had been keeping one' eye on thq clock at the brick church and another on the stream of vehicles moving down the great thoroughfare of fashion, hurried forward, opened the door and out stepped the most exquisitely dresMd woman in New York. No (me who saw her pick her way across tee broad sidewalk had an idea that lbs Was art unhappy woman.

TIGHT SLEEVES AGAIN

AMERICAN WOMEN HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT THEM. After Refusing for Thres Seasons, Sentiment Seems to Have Changed— The Silhouette May Be Responaibie. The French designers have tried to exploit the fitted Sleeve, with its regulation armhole, but the women would refuse it and go on their way, seemingly content with the kind that was rarely right and never comfortable. True, its shape contributed to that carelessness of figure which has been considered the desirable thing by the fashionables and their vast number of followers. And probably the only reason that It L now dropped is that fashion itself has dropped it by one of

Velvet Coat for Small Girl.

The coat and cap sketched are made of pink velvet, trimmed with ermine, which is much used on children’s clothes, both with and without the black flecks. With the high white gaiters and the small muff, this makes a most appropriate costume for the afternoon walk.

those subtle underground processes which no one woman can put a finger on. For three successive seasons, the new gowns have had long fitted sleeves that reached to the wrists and were rationally placed at the top of the arm into an armhole that was sufficiently large for the arm, but no more. * First our women refused them on the score that the fashion would oust the elbow sleeve, which was far Loo comfortable to relinquish without a protest or without being given something equally easy to wear; another argument which held good was that the designers had foolishly introduced this form of sleeve at the approach of spring and they had not reckoned, as they never do, with the blizzards of heat for which the American has to prepare. After three trials they refused it on every variety of pretext. The truth was that they didn’t want it, and no score of French dressmakers could make them take up with anything they didn’t like. The only reason they accept it now is that they have changed their minds concerning it, or they ha.ve wearied of the slouching kimono, or' they realize that the new silhouette, growing in power each dhy, does not admit of a of this kind. There is no gainsaying the truth of the assertion that the fitted sleeve is a difficult one to arrange, and any lack of skill in its placement makes it as uncomfortable as the kimono with its underpart extending to the waist, which prevents one from lifting the elbows higher than the bust line. There are three recognized feats of

IN FINE HANDKERCHIEF LINEN

Novel Model for Apron, Which May Be Made as Handsome as One Desiree. A novel model for an apron is of handkerchief linen cut in one piece, the sides slanting off and the corners

rounded off a little. This is hemmed around, and the decoration consists of a bend of soft ribbon set in a few Inches from the bottom and held in place by small motifs of any preferred lace. Cluny and filet are very effective, while Valenciennes is always dsihty as a trimming to wash goods. Above the ribbon is a spray of embroidery worked in white or the color of the ribboß as Hked best. The heir lea, repetitlon of the trimming below and confines the fullness at the waist

skill in dressmaking—to fit a collar, k long sleeve, and arrange a decolletage that neither sags nor binds, that Is neither too high nor too low. It Is no wonder that the little seamstress and the home dressmaker do not feel confident of success In doing any one of the three. Possibly women will end by being more uncomfortable in the newly revived tight sleeve of the 1870 period, which was a revival of the Napoleonic war period and now comes in with the world war, than they were in' the kimono, which they learned to put up with .as they have the narrow skirt; but, at least, we know it is finally established in fashion, although there are many women who prefer, and wear, the sleeve put Into a dropped armhole which maintains that careless fit across the shoulders to which we are accustomed, and which we like, although'there Is little doubt that the incoming and fashionable silhouette, which demands slenderness across the body, will abolish even this type of. armhole. (Copyright, McClure Newspaper SyndJb • cate.) -----

HOLDS BRUSHES AND COMB

Useful Little Case, Easy of Construction and Calling for Cornp#™tively Little Outlay. This useful little case for holding two military brushes and a ‘ comb can be easily constructed from a thin wooden box of* a suitable size and shape. To make ft: The lid is cut in half and nailed down and forms the front of the case. The upper side of the box Is removed and fastened on at the back with tiny brass hinges. The whole of the exterior Is covered with pale green silk, the material being turned over at the edges and underneath and fastened on with, a strong adhesive, and it la lined inside with soft white silk. Across the center of the side of the box that is fastened on with the hinges, a strap of broad white elastic is sewn and to the upper edge a flap is attached made of some of the same green silk, lined with white silk and bound at the edges with narrow dark green ribbon, and ribbon strings of a color to match the latter are

sewn on where indicated to secure the case when closed. Our illustration clearly shows the way in which the case is arranged, and hi the small sketch on the right it may be seen closed and fastened with the ribbon strings tied In a smart little bow. Initials of the owner might well find a place in the center of the flap in front.

Typhoon Color Now.

Sand color is familiar to everyone, through the, velvet hats that have proved so popular if in no other way. Someone who wanted to give a mors striking, because unusual, name to the color, called it typhoon color with the result that typhoon velvet hats, In that particular shop, sold admirably.

line. A second smaller spray of embroidery Is worked upon the bib and a frill of lace at top and bottom of apron is the dainty finish.

FROM A SCRAP OF VELVET

Extremely Pretty Bodice Covering May Be Devised for Dress of Net or Lace. y Have you a piece of velvet about a half yard long? Do not throw it away, especially if you are planning a dress of net or lace for evening. Make a bodice covering that resembles the breast armor of the ernsaders. It need only come on the front of the dress, with a very short peplum effect at the lower edge. The upper part can he cut In two points that come over the shoulders. To make this curious piece of velvet a part of the gown, cut slots around the lower part of the cuirass, buttonhole them and run a sash of silk that thatches the color of the velvet through the slots. Tie it at the back in a loose bow with ends that hang down to the hem. Pale blue, pink, yellow or black on white Is a distinctive touch that a scrap of velvet will add.

The V-Shaped Neck.

Thh V-shaped neck line is still in evidence. It is, when everything else is left out of consideration, probably the most becoming neck line there is —some of the great designers to the contrary. To be sure, as they contend, |* does cut the figure—but what line doesn’t, unless it be the line of neck affected by Mother Bve hei*eHT And the V-shaped line is graceful and BOft, and still persists, even in some of the last frocks that were sent from Paris.

Walking in the Light

Br REV. JAMES M. CRAY. D. D.

D«a cl Moodr Bibl* U*

TKXT—If wo walk to the light as he la In the light, wo have fellowship ono with another, and tho blood of Jesua Christ his son. cleanseth us from all Ma. -I John lil.

What is meant by walking in the light? According to this inspired

has sin “in” him. To "confess" thlaj Bin is different from simply asking forgiveness for iL A man may ask forgiveness without! ever Identifying his sins, but wheis he confesses them he enters into dej tail and brings himself into the place; of Judgment for each. But to bo!4| fellowship with God in such oonfeej slon is to know Jesus Christ as the propitiation for sin and the ever-living! intercessor for his people. He ie thei way, the truth and the life, and nO| man can come unto God save through! him.

Jesus the Carpenter. (2) But in the second place, walking in the light means keeping God’s commandments (2:3-6); and this is no* limited to an external observance ol the decalogue, but Includes heart surrender to all bis revealed will. It in walking, even as Jesus walked, who did always those things that pleased his father. Nor does this mean only the public Jesus, the Jesus of thsi three years’ ministry, but,the prlvat# Jesus, the Jesus of the home, the village school, the shop. It means Jesus, the carpenter, who, as Campbell Morgan says, “never made a yoke that - galled an ox.” It was because the father was well pleased with those silent years at Nazareth that the greater honor of the public ministry was conferred. God gives the Holy Spirit to them that obey him. (3) Walking in the light means loving the brotherhood, verses 7-11. By the brotherhood here is meant those that are in Christ. To love one’s neighbor is an old commandment, but the “new commandment,” of which John here speaks, is loving the brethren. This love is not an emotion or passion. It is not a natural, but a supernatural experience. We see 1* defined in I Corinthians 13, as including such simple things as long-suffei*; ing, kindness, humility, courtesy, unselfishness, meekness and'the like. I am with the priest who publicly rebuked a college president for advising the graduate that the way to get along was to push and crowd other people out of the way. That may he the way of the world, hut it is not the way of Christ, and he who sets upon it will never know fellowship with God. (4) Separation from the world thus becomes a fourth means of walking in the light, verses 16-17. There is a proper Jove for the world, but it is not that which is incompatible with the love of the father. There are two ar» guments against the love of the worlds first, it passeth away and the lusts thereof, and second, “he that doeth the will of God abideth forever.” .. Chauncey M. Depew was defending the second marriage, late in life, of his colleague. Senator Platt, and said that a time came when the love of power, of wealth, of fame, of pleasure receded, and left nothing to a man but the companion of his fireside. The difference between Chauncey M. Depew and the apostle John is this, however, that in the one case we have the world slipping away from the man, and in the other the man is slipping away from the world. It Is the last that understands and appreciates the fact of fellowship with God. D. L. Moody’s Memory. On the. tombstone which marks the grave qf D. L. Moody at Round Top, Northfield, Mass., is engraved that inspiring sentence of John, "He that doeth the will of God abideth forever. 1 * How true it is that D. L. Moody abideth still in the hearts and lives of houeands in this country and Great Britain, whom, by the grace of God, he won to Jesus Christ, and in th missionary and philanthropic enterprises which were set in motion as the result of his great evangel is tie work. But he himself abideth in another sense—the literal sense that John meant, because the life of God was communicated to khn through his son, Jesus Christ In this sense it te the privilege of every one of us to abide forever. “Because I live,’* said Christ, “ye shall live also.” “The Ged Is eternal life?* Who would no* accept this gift so freely offered through the son of Godt

apostle in the first and second chapters of this epistle, It means: (1) To perceive and confess sin in the faith of Jesus Christ 2. If a man says he has no sin he is not in the light hut in darkness. The Christian believer has indeed no sin “on” him,: since Its guilt hast been borne by his) substitute, Jesusj Christ, but he still