Hutchinson gazette., 1899-12-21


stitched In black. He carries malacca
walking stick. The necktie Ia to match
the suit and the pin to match the neck
tic, He also wears one OF our " SILK
hats and he looks neither to the right
nor the left nor to either side of him.
For is II not today that ho Is TO meet
Aurella Montravers?
H0 PAGES restlessly up and down,
and his short pants-of respiration,
for his trousers are perfect Gt-show
but too plainly his excessive agitation
"she should have been here long ere
thiR," he mutters. IL could have sworn,
too, that she would nave been here.
for until now she always ran on sched-
ulS time" And he taps the ground Inn
patiently with his neat and glossy pat
ent feathers, We have these In con-
gress, button or lace. With the low
cuts we are offering novel idea In
gentleman's hose-black silks with
miniature Ansonla clocks. They are
bound to 90,
AT last the one for whom he waits
appears In sight, 1t Is Aurelia Mon
travers, the one he loves most deeply.
She is tastefully attired In one Of
our street tollets--a skirt OF striped
twllled surah, with basque Of tan and
brown plaid-faced cloth. The basque
has the fayorlte coat-skirts which
characterized the Louis XVI, period,
over which large pocket laps are laid.
She greets him with a gesture Of
disdain and declines his proffered
hand.
81 had half n mind not to come" she
says, 80 am here"
And why do you treat me thusY"
he asks, For he is proud Of his tailor
and knows there are no cantharides
on his costume.
To-day, Eustace Kehogan," she an
swers, to-day you saw me standing In
an elevated railroad car. You sat there,
with others Of your kind reading, and
you let me stand as II / were tired
shop girl. You let me stand, the wom-
an you profess to love nor proftered
me seat, Does this do honor to your
boasted Norman blood?"
"And is love so selfish that II de-
mands sacrifice such as this?" he
asks, "You know, Aurelia Montravers,
that l am pictured in all the fashion
plates as "A typical New Yorker To
get up and give lady my seat! None
but Jerseymen do that. AS a typical
New Yorker / could not do that. l
could not establish precedent"
She knows his argument is just. She
falterB and forgives. He sees he is for
given and would embrace her were 1t
not that he fears 1t would spoil the set
OF his Burtout,
This Is one Of the things we'll
dressed man should be most careful
OF. The cloth may be OF the best. The
cut and fit may be as classic as a sculp-
tors vision and yet one careless mo-
ment, one instan! Of forgetfulness, may
ruin all. Get ors handbook, How to
Fold a Coat or, the Art Of Care for
Clothes"
She looks at him, her eyes brimming
with tears. "Eustace," she says softly
"Is my hat on straight?
It Is Christmas night. They are
seated in our property conservatory.
They are wearing our property even
ing dress. She holds her property feath-
er fan, he holds his property opera hat
But It's not to pose for our artists So
ciety sklt for our next weeks ISSUE
They are there on their own hook, like
the hat in the hall.
And, Eustace," she Is saying, ~
will have my complexion changed to
suit your suit" But Eustace Keho-
gan starts back in horror at her
words.
Never rieverl" he cries. "That has
happened to me when have been en-
gagged before. The day preceding my
wedding my fiancee changed her COM
plexion, and my frock coat and laven-
der trousers that matched her former
style OF beauty fell back dead loss on
my tailors hands. A week later"-he
was sobbing bitterly now-"I saw them
exposed for sale in front of Nose
Levy's Misdt Clothing Parlor!"
81 know the whole sad story. Eu-
stace," she murmurs. II was that girl"
She notes his astonishment and re-
sumes. "Yet you will do as any swell
dresser would-give me another chance
to redeem myself?"
And she thinks Of how she will look
in her handsome bridal toilet Of pearl
cclored brocade, In low knot design,
and plain satin, with embroidered chif-
fon to match, the Medlci collar Of gold
brocade lined with satin and wired
at the top and turned back from the
throat. And she does not notice the
thick coating of silence which he
breaks at last.
ITO think that we, us, you and /, me
and you, should meet again, and like
this!" he mutters. ITO think that this
should happen, and in society. Soci-
ETY., where nothing ever happens ex-
rcept things. Society, that gives out
column dress descriptions to the re-
porters Of green journals who bungle