The Springfield herald., 1899-12-22
A TAILOR-MADE MAN.


snkles turned under the weight of his
own responsibility. He went down
Town of one side OF the street in the
morning and came home at eve on tho
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
pearl-gray tweeds, the overcoat being
in our fashionable surtout style. the
trousers full and not creased too sharp
ly. His hands are gloved in our special
drive in $1.9S walking gloves. back
stitched in black. He carries malacca
walking stick. The necktie is to match
tie suit and the pin to match the neck
tie. 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 1t 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 perfect fit-show
but too plainly his excessive agitation.
"She should have been here long ere
this" he mutters. II could have 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 neat 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 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 tastefully attired in one Of
our street toilets-a skirt Of striped
twilled surah, with 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 proffered
hand.
Il had half mind not to come" she
says, 80 am here
And why do you treat me thus?"
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 l were tired
shop girl. You let me stand, the wom-
an you profess to love nor proffered
me . seat. Does this do honor to your
boasted Norman blood?"
And is love SO selfish that 1t de-
mands a sacrifice such as this?" he
asks. you know, Aurelia Montravers,
that 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. 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 1t
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 At may be as classic as sculp-
tors vision and yet one careless mo-
ment, one instant of forgetfulness, may
ruin all. Get our handbook, How to
Fold 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"
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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 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, ~
will have my complexion changed tc
suit your suit" But Eustace Keho-
gan starts back in horror at her
words.
Never, never!" he cries. THAT has
happened to me when l 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 tailor's hands. A week later"-he
was sobbing bitterly now-"I saw them
exposed for sale in front of Nose