The Savannah morning news., 1901-05-05

1t on right away, Fred; I'm dying to see
how you will look in it,
l was not averse to trying it on in the
seclusion of our own room. 1t was the
thought of wearing it out doors, TO en-
dure the cold stare of the world. that
dauted me.
ooh, Fred. you look just too sweet!'
Daisy exclaimed, when she had finally got
the pink shirt waist fitted upon me to her
satisfaction. The ardor with which she
threw her arms about my neck and kissed
me would almost repay for what 1 must
endure if 1 wore the waist before the pub
lie eye.
1 gazed at the reflections presented to
me. ITS beautiful thing" said.
but
But what?"
do you think pink is the color most be-
coming to me?" asked, desperately.
why, Fred, it is the one color most be-
coming to you. 1 selected the material
with especial view to its becomingness. 1t
goes beautifully with your dark hair and
velvety brown eyes and creamy pink COM
plexion. If you were a girl every man in
town would fall in love with you, dear,
with that shirt waist on.
1t is true my complexion is foolishly
feminine-Daisy's phrase, creamy pink
describes it quite well-and 1 could see
that had 1 really been a girl that pink
shirt waist would have been decidedly
fetching to me. Even as l looked at my
reflection in the mirror, thought to my
self, eff your moustache were shaver,
you'd make quite a stunning girl, ord
man.
I saw, therefore, that I must try another
tack.
Don't you think you've made it rather
low in the neck?" / asked.
s'TVbv no Fred. 7 don't think If is a Dt
too low. 1t seemed to me you would APP
preciate it so much after wearing those
horrid high collars. Besides, Fred, you've
got a beautiful white throat, and low
| neck looks lovely on you"
1 must try something else.
Don't you think 1t puffs out just lit
tie too much in 'front.'" 1 asked.
mot a Bit" Daisy said, II made it
puffy on purpose. The chief fault in a
mans shirt is that it fits too tight, and
the great beauty of shirt waist is that it
puffs out and is roomy."
"Of course, Daisy, dear, after all your
trouble in making it l would be bear
not to like it, but"
But what?"
"I was wondering, love. if-you know
| this has got to be a sort of business suit
| business shirt waist, l mean-and l was
wondering tiff a palmer one wouldn't
| be better for the office. The trimming on
| this is very pretty, and for picnic, or
something of that sort, it would be very
appropriate q mentioned picnic because
picnics are things 1 never go to- Suppose
[ save this for our next picnic and mean
while you can make me a palmer one for
the Office when you feel Xix" it. This one
will be exactly the thing for plcnics! l
concluded enthusiastically.
| "Why, Fred; of course you are not to
save 1t for picnic; I'd like to know when
you'd ever wear it, if you did!' Daisy ex-
claimed And as for making plain one,
I couldn't make one much palmer than
| that There are not more than a dozen
| tucks in it, and just that one little ruffie
| round the shoulders. You don't know
how much that little ruffle adds to 1t, and
how perfectly lovely you look with it on,
| or you wouldn't want plain one"
I saw that l could not argue successful
| ly against Daisy.
"It seems too bad to put it right on
and wear it, it is so beautiful I said
holding it up and gazing at the shirt
waist admiPinigly. But Daisy said never
mind about that-when this one was
worn out she would make me another!
That night 1 tossed restlessly in bed,
PRAYING for rain and cooler weather.
| cloudless, and it was clear the day was
to be as hopelessly Incorporate as any
| of its predecessors.
An important conference arranged
weeks beforehand demanded my attend
ance Had it not been for that l should
have feigned illness and stayed away
from the office that day.
why, Fred, what on earth are you
doing?" Daisy asked. as 1 was getting
| into my shirt. you dear boy, take that
right off! Have you forgotten so soon
tha shirt waist Z rnada for VOIl2'
/ hadn't forgot the shirt waist. Indeed,
| what else but that had i thought of dur
| ing the whole feverish night? l had
started to put my shirt on, hoping Daisy
| might forget To that end / had talked
rapidly of a dozen different things, while
dressing. hoping to distract her atten-
ton; but all to no purpose. Daisy always
has my comfort on her mind and so
she couldn't forget the shirt waist, bless
her dear soul!
1T looks lovely!' she cried, when she
had pulled it out in one place and patted
il down in another. until her critical
eyes were satisfied. I'm almost afraid
to let you wear it fer fear someone will
fall In love with you and abduct you
you look so sweet. dear!'
/ am sure my cheeks wore pink bushes
that matched the pink in the shirt waist
and never. / think, did maiden's eyes
dTOOp more SnylN Lndn ulu tne eyes Lndt
dropped above Daisy's pink shirt waist
that morning. The feelings of a little
Lord Fountleroy. not little enough for his
curls and lace collars. were not clrcum-
stance to mine
"Oh, Amt he a daisy!' cried the first
ragged urchin l encountered. But that
wasn't so bad as the remark of the next
ragamufiin, who shouted. Say, miss,
you've lost off your shirt!'
/ passed these irresponsible insulters of
progress in dignified silence. and stepped
upon an open street car without ganc-
ing either to right or left. Our home is
well out towards the end of the electric
car line and there were very few pas
sengers on the car when | boarded 1t.
For this trihing circumstance I felt more
grateful than you could probably imagine.
l gave the conductor my fare and re-
ceived my change without so much as a
glance In his direction: but not until
reached out my hand towards him had
the consciousness OF the little rufne with
which Daisy had adorned the wrist fallen
upon my senses with such fiery vivdness
Knowing ] could have my pick of seats
In the car | had carefully thought out
what part of the car l should SIT In. You
will realize what an important matter
this was 10 me when tell you that the
ride to town from where / live CONSUMES
over forty minutes!