The evening times., 1896-03-09
LONGING FOR The SPRING
Society Buds Who Want to Blossom
in Silks and Lacas.
Lieut.. Lang's Case-Hts Wife
Is Coldly Received.

Lent is not only the season of fasting
and prayer, but for society 1t is time
of preparation for this world, as well as
the next.
No sooner do the tulip and crOcus peep
above ground than the girls begin to make
ready for the summer campaign. Fimy
laces and crisp organdies, trim linens and
rustling silks are selected. and sweetly sol
cmn thoughts of praise and penitence min
gle with the "lovcly IDEAS of ruffling
petticoat uniquely or designing berthe
unlike that of anyone else.
street in the mornings and afternoonsi
crowded with eager shoppers. all OH fashion
bent and a familiar figure is the devoted
| fianCe. who waits outside, while his fair
| one goes a-buylng.
Apropos OF the ast-nientioncd social
figure, something Is being talked OF Just
| now i'll the smart set.
She is "a raying beauty" not doll
| like ballroom girl, who needs pink VeIled
| lights and a background of palms to effect
positive impression. He is Lunt club
swell, athletic, handsome, well set up
| They were engaged. In fateful hour lie
went shopping with her.
AT the counter where outing linens are
| bought and sod he helped her select the
shade of blue most becoming TO her bloude
| beauty. He said it was fun to shop; he
'.d.dn't mind at all" Half an hour at the
notion" counter. where a fat woman. with
very tight curls, was deciding whether she
wanted sixty or seventy cotton" caused
| him to acknowledge he did feel a little
| tired and a second half hour at the rib
bon counter. where his best beloved was
matching critical and difficult tint of
velvet. caused him to conclude he would
join her outside.
Now, the first forty minutes he waited
was most agreeable. Nevertheless, So
cicty women of his acquaintance went by.
each giving him 4 charming nod and smile,
the fresh air was Il blessing after the
| crowded atmosphere from which he had
| emerged.
An hour elapsed. and he was becoming
bold and reckless.
Tripping by lightly, jauntly gowned,
neat, came his typewriter. as dainty as a
picture OF the ideal woman who has 20 earn
her own living. Recalling suddenly the fact
that there were papers of Importance at
his office which should be copied he took
| that instant to tell her what he wished.
The typewriter has pretty eyes and from
the doorway Nile. Fiancee, having finished
her shopping, observed the fact that her
| lord and mastcr-elcct was looking earnestly
| into their violet depths.
He seemed 10 have forgotten her en-
| ,irely; so, with a rustic of silk flouncings,
| she turned the corner quickly and went
| home without him.
| Monsieur waited a second hour after
the typewriter had gone on her way.
| Everybody seemed tn he going home-a man
| came out and fixed up the windows for
the night. Monsieur went inside every
where; the shop girls were donning their
hats and wraps, preparing to depart.
She was nowhere to be found.
There must be some mistake. He hurried
homeward.
Frigid rcpulsc. tears, protestations that
she had stood there fully fifteen minutes.
waiting, and he, too much absorbed in his
pretty acquaintance, to notice her.
She may conclude to forgive him-but she
hasn't yet.
Moral-Young men should not go shop
ping.