, 1899-12-29

miniature Ansonia clocks. They are
bound to go.
At last the one for whom he waits
appears In sight. 1t is Aurelia Mon
travers, the one he loves most deeply.
She is t~astefully attired in one 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
oisdain and declines his proffered
hand.
II had half a mind not to come" she
says, so I 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, to-day you saw me standing in
an elevated railroad ear. You sat there
with others of your kind reading, and
you let me stand as IL l 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 M%ontravers
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 1 could not do that.
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 II
not that he fears 1t would spoil the set
of his surtout.
This is n 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 our 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"
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 it's not to pose for u artists So
ciety skit for Jul next weeks issue.
They are there on their own hook, like
the hat In the hall.
And, Eustace," she is saying, 81
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 1 have been en-
gagged before. The day preceding my
wedding my fiancee changed her COM
plexion, and my frock cos 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 Misft Clothing Parlor!"
II know the whole sad story. Eu-
STAGE" she murmurs. II 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.
ITO think that we, US, you and 1, 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-
cept things. Society, that gives out
column dress descriptions to the re-
porters Of green journals who bungls
up the terms when writing them out
and no one knows the difference! 1t
IL too much to believed"
believe q little at Q time. Eustaes.a
she whispers softly.
Three hours later Dastace Kshogan