The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-11-20
Lost Her Mask.


Here IS a case that belongs to the emf
nent domain of strict truthfulness;
A couple of weeks ago a singularly
domineering little woman who, few
years back, married pretty well and re-
moved to New York with her husband
a business man, came on to Washing
ton TO visit her people. Greatly over
dressed, and naughty TO the point Of
fmperiOusness, she swept into an Z street
millinery establishment one afternoon
last week.
"Turbans." she said. choppily. to the
pieasant-faced young miliiner who came
forward
rs there any particular style Of tur-
ban that yeu would ike TO see2" in
quired the milliner, courteousiy.
Il shall look at them all Il you please
and quicklyt" snapped the overoressed
little female person.
The miIliner took down several trim
med turbans, and began to show them to
the sharp-tongued customer, who glanced
disdainfuIly at them.
Il want something real handsome" she
said, airily. ST am going to visit the
Havermyers next week, and the Haver-
meyers hats are gorgeous These are
all tacky!''
They are most of them the latest
pattern turbans-Paris models" replied
one that we have copied quite frequently
of late"
Paris, nothing!" replied the over
bearing little person with the demi-train
and the superhuity Of show rings. They
look like common backWoods things
Are they the best you can shoW?'' and
she shifted cOntemptuously.
The milliner with the pleasant counte-
nance was very patient. Most miliners
business. The young woman took down
more turbaus and showed them to her
snappy customer. The overdressed little
thing picked up one of them and tried it
on. She didn't like the way 1t was trim
med, and she stood before the glass and
jabbed and poked and kneaded II, and
wadded it into a miserable sort of a
knot before she took # of her skimp
blondined locks and threw It on the
counter disdainfully.
1T is horrid, she snapped. ''Afyi who
ever saw such old-fashioned bacK-num-
Der millinery
She tried another Of the turbans on.
It was rather swagger turban of slate
colored velvet, with a white breast on
the left-hand side. Tt really looked well
on the exalted little person, but she tug
ged at 1t and yanked It around and
twisted the white breast in many differ
ent directions, and pounded on the rim
of the turban, and made It look as if it
had been worn by a lady on a transcon-
tlnental trip before she pulled it off of
her head, and threw it down.
Country she snapped. Perfectly
country If anybody'd show a thing Ike
that in Moo Yawk-huhi-the ladies' d
laugh at them, so they woudr
She tried on turban after turban, on
ly to cast one after the other down with
vitupeTation and scorn.
Fancy one visiting the Havermeyers
with a thing like that on her headr' she
exclaimed, wrenching one of the turbans
from her foolish little head with a pecu-
liarly petuIant, almost vicious move
ment.
eve are generally supposed to sell
quite good millinery here" said the
pleasant-faced milliner, at length.
oh, you are!' sneered the imperious
little customer Huh as IL I didn't
know good millinery when I see it!'
well really" replied the milliner, IN
an off-hand, matter-of-fact tone you
ought TO know good millinery, you
know"
Ought to? How's that7' inquired the
domineering little customer, looking up
sharply at the milliner.
well" replied the miIliner, looking
trimmed hats in -'s place on Seventh
street such long time that of course
you ought to know good millinery when
you saw It, don't you Think"
The flushed face of the domineering
little customer was picture. She open
ed her mouth to say something. but no
words came to her. She could only
gasp. She knew that she had been cor
rallied. and that what the milliner had
said was true. She stood gazing wick
edly at the milIner, Intellectually NOV
ing her lips, when a hat trimmer from
the workroom in the back Of the estab-
lishment entered the salesroom to get
something out Of the stock. She sud-
denly caught sight of the overdressed and
overbearing little person.
why, hay-o. Mamer said the hat
trimmer. advancing
But the arrogant little customer who
was going TO visit the Havermeyers"
gave her former worlroom companion
a freezing stare and swished out, follow
ed by the distinctly audible filters Of all
the young women employees Of the estab-
acknowledgements Star.