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Show A Belle of Lincoln's Day. Though that was years ago, Mrs. Kate Chase is still a beautiful woman. Mrs. Kate Chase sat in a large easy chair in the cosy parlor of a woman genius in this city who was entertaining a few of her friends. She was the gentlest of them all, this woman with so remarkable a past -- gentle and still so beautiful. She was dressed in the deepest black of the neatest, most elegant description, from which the warm pink glow fo the cheeks and lips, the blonde glints of hair and occasional rays from the shy, sad eyes were the sole relief. She was the typical lady -- not the lady of rush and hustle and advancement, of progress, platform or pen -- but the lady of the drawing room, the boudoir, the carriage, quiet refinement, repose. Although queenly in appearance when standing, she looked rather a little woman sitting down. Her form is fine lined, symmetrical, and just plump enough for height. Her head has a dignified but not haughty or aggressive set on a well turned neck, not noticeable long. Her shoulders slope just right, with a faint touch of womanly coquetry in thier expression. The lines of bust and waist are simply perfert, her hands and feet noticeaby small. Her face is oval in outline, the flesh looks firm, the texture of the skin is smooth and unspoiled by make up. She is a decided blone of that rare class of blonde coloring which I can only describe as "sunset." Her forehead is rather low and wide, with slender arched brows andmuch refinement of expression in it. Her eyes are the most difficutl in the world to describe, however, but easy to illustrate. You see but a half dozen pairs like them in a lifetime. They are not large, they have a "hidden" look among the thick dark lashes, and they have always a look as if they had been drying hard -- without the redness -- the most "fetching" eyes on earth, irresistible in youth, suggestive of first love -- you doubtless can think of a pair among your lady friends. From the cast of her face one would imagine her nose to be a straight Grecian but it has the slightest little tip upward which does not in any way mar the symmetrty of outline. Her lips are very red and full, with fascinating dints at the corners. Her hair is massed above her brow in large, loose rings of gold. A few glints of sllver shade into the blonde in front of the ears, without attracting observation. Hre fine black Henrietta cloth dress was tight fitting and double breasted, with crepe reveres, cuffs, foot band and buttons. Her bonnet was close, small, well set back, with a long crepe veil falling below her waist. A dull black flower pin at her throat was her only ornament. She sits perfectly still while talking, her little hands folded in her oap, the arying expression of her face and the lighting and darkening of her wonderful eyes alone accompanying the changing thought. Her voice is musical and full of sentiment. Her home is in Washington, but she ws one here making a vist to her daughter Ethel, who is a member of Richard Mansfield's company -- New York Co. Pittsburg Press. |