The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-08-14

whom her husband brings home for luncheon
on washday will find a serene and amiable
hostess. She is a jewel. but a rare one.
Another girl refuses to give up the struggle.
even when she is defeated. She doesn't really
lose her temper. but she is nervous. irritated.
s~elf-conscious. Her vanity is suffering, and
she cannot bear that serenely. She looks wor-
ried and i'll at ease. She twists and wriggles
and fuses with her hair and says Beg par
dom every time her escort makes a pause in
his flow of conversation: and smiles q forced
smile that seems as much out of focus as her
couture. A maj must take his chances on that
girl. She isn't to be depended upon in emer-
gehcies. but she might be managed with care
and in a light breeze; and she Is the average
woman.
The third girl loses her temper along with
her hairpins, and doesn't care who knows it.
Her hair blows over her, eyes and into her
mouth and twists around her ears and stray
giles down her back, and she feels vicious.
Deep lines develop between her, eyes, and her
mouth doesn't look pleasant. She wishes she
hadn't come out on such an evening. and
wishes she had never seen a trolley car. She
Backward on a car. and then she decides that
any idiot ought to know better than to put, a
girl on a seat where her hair would blow the
| wrong way. That brings her around to her
escort, and II is a tremendous relief to find
ZONE one to blame for her discomfort; so she
Is systematically dlsagreeable to him. and
II he Is a philosopher. intent on studying
Is fs@ s1methiPn GeF paihetic a lto a. a r1SnIf; 6a6 sh TeG'
propitlatory man, who Is sitting on the front
seat OF an open ear with a dishevelled and ex-
asperated woman, and doesn't understand why
A, root garden Is another, good field for the
garden is unadulterated Joy for a man. He
takes of his hat and courts the summer
ERep eGnsfu fnG tee fRlir@GasseiHf f f bst. 0f re q r e9S mare Sare
den. as in the original garden, woman Is not
content. She cannot rccklessly take of. her
brow. What would become of her pompqdour ?
II there is no breeze, the heat is excruciatipg.
hair blows wildly, and she ag9pizes, r
This Is E%lorlous. Splendid, cool breeze up
he @fln lsnS r sSSfe Il his Esy Wiz iee bb sontl@ih 1ddedifiR'l Ss
she skewers a floating lock and changes the
position Of a side comb.
on the street, a most boisterous and Gapricious
wind was careering about the roof. One OF the
they had cigars and cold things 70 drink, and
tt To @us Tes so no th ieM f6EaTPiia,sss KNEW KNEW no i fiaS
shifted, their chairs frequently. put the wind
ss eTs at % once ee '' Theyg idHr j az 5HaE 9 feati
with h~airpins, and combs, but 70. no avail
lection OF c%oIfrures in that roof garden as would
be within the range Of imagination. The three
the trolley car we're ut the rooi garden. too. and
they were well along In their specialties. Then
some late corners strolled down among the
tables. There were two men and one woman
and upon the woman the eyes of all the Other
women In the audience centred. She was beau
tiful; but that explained why some of the meI
looked at her. not why all the women stared al
hor in fascinated and breathless envy. She wal
tall and fair aud eXquisitely gowned.. Not
thing about her was out OF place, not even {
wisp OF hair; for, over Q ifaultless. waving
blond couture and dainty French toque was {
hlmy. gossamer-like white veil.
The woman sat down, carelessly. uncon
s~ciously Indifferent to the breeze. Not a thin(
about her tiuttered, and signs OF RrudRing adj
miratiOn went up from the tangled WomeI
around her, One fat blond woman, who be
longed to class 3 and had lost her temper al
hour earlier, remarked that she thought II wal
horrid bad form to wear q veil in the evening
and the man with her glanced from her to tn
yelled woman and back again. but wisely saiC
nothing. A Jolly little girl whose hair streameC
wildly on the breeze, but who was having
good time in spite OF fate, sighed admirinRly.
Isn't she O treat in this crowd of Fills ?'shi
said To her escort. Then she stared at the or
chestra in rapt attention.
You're awtully fond OF music. aren't You I?
4S%H Beg TpsTd0ni-oh. yes. awfulIy;. but
wasn't noticing the music. I was watching hi
hair. It's perfectly fascinating" and shl
pointed to the conductor. His hair eouldn't
by any stretch of poetic license. BIO called
leonlne name. It was thin. and light. and silk
and long. The breeze did funny things with Il
and it anSyerpd to every ~iaintest pun. rsinI
! until 1t stood on end and floating about IL