Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1897-05-20

changes Which May lie Called Robbery.
Old Things For New.
"Oh, give it any name you like-bor-
rowing other peoples belongings and
failing ever to return them. mistaken
identity as TO special possessions or klep-
tomania, but call it thieving, and
something ought to be done about it,"
This is what the blond woman in the
very smart bonnet said to her nearest
neighbor in blue whereupon every other
woman near the tea table cut short her
conversation and held her cup in midair
TO hear what the discussion would bring
forth.
THAT do, went ON the blond en-
phatically, land I've been stolen from
repeatedly. No, my dear, won't take
word Of it back, and I am not speak.
ing hastily. In every instance it was a
plain case Of theft, and I've not up to
date recovered single belonging. Why,
of course if il had been Erimy fingered
sneak thief, or too enterprising house
maid, most naturally would have gone
to the police and detectives for protec-
ton and assistance, but it is not quite
80 easy to have an individual who wears
the best French gloves, whose bonnets
come from an expensive importer and
who sometimes asks you to share her
opera box, receive at her teas or take
lift home in her brougham, arrested and
searched on suspicion.
"Well, neveri" remarked the wom-
an In blue. .I... .....f .
"Oh, that's Just because you are
dear, unsophisticated little creature,
and out in your western town they don't
, do such things. The temptations are not
so great. but can assure you that here
in our big cities, at regular intervals,
polite kleptomania is simply rampant,
and hardly big function breaks up
that half the women don't come away
quite savage over the loss of some pretty
and especially priced belonging" Evi.
IDENTIFY the blond was right, for all the
other women nodded assent, and the
hostess was apparently breathless to tell
of some personal grievance on this score,
when the first speaker broke in again:
"You sce," she elaborated, 1--WE used
to think it might havo been the servants
fault, or an honest error, when we found
our possessions exchanged for others
less valuable or simply disappearing, un-
til two or three times the offenders were
caught right in the act, and then came
the awfully dismal consciousness that
really no one could be trusted.
My first experience was with a very
costly lace fan carried to dinner.
held OIL to 1t most affectionately through
out the evening, until some half dczcn
Of us went up to tho hostess bedroom
for our wraps. There laid it, with my
vinaigrette and fan, ON the dressing ia
BILE, and when l turned to get them
again the fan was gone. protested, the
maid searched, but nothing came of it,
and broken heartedly went down, be-
wailing my loss TO sympathizing fem
inine companion. We went ont TO our
respective carriages together, but us the
butler opened the hall door puff of
wind blew her long cloak aside, and
there I saw, snug in its pocket, my pre-.
cious fan. Well, the next Gay ! wrote
her very frankly, asking for its return,
suggesting, of course, she had taken it
by mistake, and hCmc it came. But we
have never spoken since.
"That taught me to look for higher
offenders than maids in dressing rooms,
who are usually accused of making way
with all wraps, umbrellas, overshoes
and what not that may be missing"
"Ah, that is not my trouble, chimed
in debutante across the tea table. "The
favorite plan is now to exchange bad
for good things. ! am growing almost
philosophical over the deplorable shah.
biness of my wardrobe from this con-
stant swapping. Last week, Oh coming
up late to the dressing room from a
dance, found in place of my brand
new green suede carriage oyershoes two
overlarge, badly worn ones of rusty
black velvet and my lace head scarf ex-
changed for frayed one Of soiled white
chiffon. Naturally cross and sleepy,
fell on the tired maid, who wept and
denied, but looked rs if she could tell a
tale. ......
| "Only to make test case of it rolled
my new French galoches in my mackin-
tosh, laid my card on top and put them
in safe corner Of the dressing room of
a house where went TO luncheon the
other day. But it was Of no avail. The
galoches had been metamorphosed into
a pair of muddy rubbers with holes in
them when / went back, and didn't I
grumble, since my pretty umbrella was
left. The work of the spoiler goes ON in
the cloakrooms when big wedding re-
ceptions, teas, musicales and private
balls are in progress.
"At one Of the big dances of the sea-
son the hostess simply ordered her maid
to issue checks for every woman's wrap,
and, charming to relate, not so much as
a hairpin was lost, for ut her daughter s
wedding reception, only week before,
three NUTS got away somehow without