, 1899-12-16
~TAILOR-MADE MAN.

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W responsibility. He went down
town of one side OF the street in the
morning ond came home at eve on the
other. He did this to do the right
thing by the street and also to keep
the earth balanced.
On this cold and cheerful Christmas
day that we introduce him to our read
ers he is attired in one OF our nobby
peaIl-gray tweeds, the oyercoat being
in 0ur fashionable surtout style, the
tro isers full and not creased toe sharp
ly. His hands are gloved in our special
drive in s19s walking gloves, back
stitched in black. He carries a malacca
walking stick. The necktie is to match
the suit and the pin to match the neck
tie. He also wears n of our 81 silk
hats and he looks neither to the right
nor the left nor to either side of him.
For Is it not today that he is to meet
Aurelia Montravers?
He PAGES restlessly up and down,
and his short pants-of respiration.
for his trousers are a perfect ft-show
but too plainly his excessive agitation.
She should have been here long ere
this he mutters. 81 could nave sworn,
too. that she would have been here,
for until now she always ran on sched-
ule time And he taps the ground i'm
patiently with his neal and glossy pat
ent feathers. We have these in con
gress, button or lace. With the low
cuts we are offering a novel idea in
gentleman's hose-black silks with
miniature Ansonia clocks. They are
bound to &c.
At last the n for whom he waits
appears in sight. 1t Is Aurelia Mon
%travers, the one he loves most deeply.
She is tastefully attired in me Of
our street toilets-a skirt of striped
tWilled surah, with a basque of tan and
brown plaid-faced cloth. The basque
has the favorite 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 prof1ered
hand.
Il had half a mind not to come" she
says, so | am here"
And why do you treat me thus?"
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, today 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 I were a tired
shop girl. You let me stand, the wom-
an you profess to love nor proffered
me a seat. Does this do honor to your
boosted Norman blood?"
And is love SO selfish that 1t de-
mands a sacrifice such as this?" he
asks. you know, Aurelia Mo%ntravers,
that I am pictured in all the fashion
plates as a typical New Yorker To
get up and give a lady my seat! None
but Jerseymen do that. AS a typical
New Yorker I could not do that. I
could not establish a precedent"
She knows his argument Is just. She
falters and forgives. He sees he is for
given and would embrace her were it
not that he fears 1t would spoil the set
Of his surtout.
This is one Of the things a 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 instant Of forgetfulness, may
ruin all. Get u handbook, How to
Fold a Coat; or, the Art Of Care for
Clothes"
She looks at him, her eyes trimming
with tears. "Eustacer she says softly,
us my hat on straight"
1t 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 tits not to pose for our artists So
ciety skit for our next weeks issue.
They are there on their own hook, like
the hat in the hall.
And, Eustace," she is saying, II
will have my complexion changed to
suit your suit" But Eustace Keho-
gan starts back in horror at her
words.
Never, never!" he cries. THAT has
happened to me when I have been n
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 a dead loss on
my tailor's hands. A week later"-he
was sobbing bitterly now-"I saw them
exposed for sale in front of Nose
Levy's Misit Clothing Parlor!"
Il know the whole sad story. Eu-
STAGE" she murmurs. 81 was that girl"
She notes his establishment 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
colored brocade, in low knot design.
and plain satin, with embroidered chit.
fon to match, the Medici 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.
"To think that we, us, you and l, 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-
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