Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1901-08-22

rolloW1ng the girls announcement, Il
am looking for something to wear with
brown suit" was little creation
of the milliner's art which made Amy
catch her breath as she looked at her.
SELF Surely nothing so pretty had
ever rested upon the heads of her
wealthy young cousins. although they
fairly revelled in dainty head-gear.
1T suits mademoiselle exquisitely
WELL" commented the woman. 1T is
admirable, perfect, would not change
| it particle. can show other hats,
visions Of beauty, but nothing so
adapted to mademoiselle's charming
style"
Amy surveyed herself at every angle
in the cleverly arranged mirrors. her
cheeks rosy with pleasure. "It is so
small and plain it can't be expensive"
she thought, and asked the price.
Fifteen dollars. mademoiselle,"
said the woman. "and ridiculously
cheap at that, for it is French hat.
a Camille Roger, see?' she displayed
the lining. "It costs far more than
that, but it is so simple it suits only
the refined taste, and few have that,
SO it has been passed by. Madame
but yesterday lowered the price, say
| ing it was strange that such gem
of art remained unsold."
1t was Amy's first experience, and
! the words had weight with her. 1t
seemed out of the question at first to
pay so much. when so many things
were yet to be bought, but-ought she
| q, Lot IA C1in9 uar hna1
whirled with arguments for and
against the purchase. The idea of
ordering a hat copied in less expensive
materials and dispensing with the
French trademark. luxury most un-
| important to a schoolgirl. lid not oc-
cur to her. Still, if the saleswoman
had left her alone for moment, it is
possible that the girls judgment would
have rallied even then, but sales
women rarely do leave their victims
alone at critical moments. and it hap
pened to Amy as to many wiser buyers
! that, with figure waiting at her side,
and a pair of cody observant eyes
upon her. her power of impartial de-
cision was gone.
! 1t was in quite an unfamiliar voice
that she heard herself saying, seem
| ingly without her own consent. Il will
! take the hat"
She hurried along the pavements, af-
ter paying the fifteen dollars,-it left
/ but twenty cents in her purse-feeling
| as guilty as if she had stolen the
money Il wonder when mother has
had a new bonnet" she thought. "Oh,
! what is the matter with me? ! seem
perfectly paralyzed when one of that
sort Of clerks gets hold of me. What
am I going to do without gloves or
handkerchiefs and l never can make
my old school waists respectable for
going away"
"Well, you're a good one" cried a
gay voice in her ear. Where do you
think you are? You're five blocks
from Stannard's. l gave you up ten
minutes ago. Did you miss Saunders
! street, or didn't you mean to meet me
after all?"
Stuart was rushing her along at a
great pace, giving her no chance to
explain that she was tired and did not
care for the football game after all.
He had her on board of an electric
car in a twinkling and was smiling at
her from the platform, where he made
one of a mass of young fellows in col
lege and preparatory-school colors,
who kept the car lively with their fun.
He wondered why his usually bloom
ing cousin looked so pale. but reflected
wisely that shopping seemed to be tre-
! w ror in SnitG
of their being so FOND of it.
Amy never clearly knew how she
spent the next two hours. At any
other times she would have considered
the chance of seeing one of Stuarts
much-talked-of games the greatest
pleasure that could come her way. To-
day she sat lstlessly upon the hard
seat, with the people under whose
wing Stuart had placed her, and
thought of her days experiences
straight through one of the most ex-
citing games of the season.
Wasn't it glorious?" exulted Stuart.
as he met her after the game, looking
all colors and damp with perspiration,
but radiant with joy over the victory
of his own team. Think of it-siX to
nothing over those braggarts! l tell
you, our men were fit to the hour, ev-
cry fellow of them 1t wasn't quite
such walkover as we expected,
though. Their forwards did splendid
work; it was their back-fielders lost
them the game. Wasn't that beau
tiful puot of Thorpe's down the side
lines? Maybe you didn't notice that
forty-yari run l made?' he added,
modestly.
"Oh yes, it was Splendid" Amy
agreed, trying to remember the play
in question. Something in her voice
made Stuart look curiously at her, but
only the side of pale cheek was
turned toward him. Something's up"
he thought. 81 won't bother her with
football iarpon-she'S tired. Funny