Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-08-13
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BY GRACE G. kINCAID III
Copyright, 1901, by T. C. Mcclure "
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BY GRACE G. KINCAIC
COPYRIGHT, 1901, by T. C. Mcclure

ulHS 10 OccaSlOu reInarK. lney met
frequently, for Mrs. Drewelowe was
the gracious mistress of a beautiful
Euclid avenue home, while just around
the corner upon short and unpreten-
tious side street, stood the smaller
house rented by Professor and Mrs.
Wentworth.
Years ago they had been girls to-
gether In the little village of Mayville,
when she of the stately mansion had
been only Maria Duzenbury, daughter
of the most shiftless man In the vii
lage.
In those days Mrs. Wentworth had
lived ON no side street, but in the state
ly white pillared mansion which
crowned the highest hill In Mayville
and which was pointed to with pride
as the home Of Judge Titus. Fate
plays strange tricks! After the death
of the judge, when the lawyers were
quite through, somehow there was lit
tie or nothing left for the daughter. al
though one of the lawyers took his en-
tire family abroad within the year and
the other built himself new house.
The trouble began at the Culture
club. Mrs. Wentworth had felt sure
she had detected a most peculiar smile
upon Mrs. Drewelowe's face at the
precise moment when she stood up to
read her paper on Egyptian Archi-
| lecture" Then, later In the afternoon,
Mrs. Roberts, also of Euclid avenue,
had leaned over and said laughingly:
Mrs. Wentworth, Mrs. Drewelowe
says she doesn't believe you ever wrote
that paper. 1t was so good she thinks
your husband must have written it."
Any cubwoman knows this is most
grievous insult.
Mrs Wentworth gave charming little
teas In q modest, side street fashion,
and the bitterness ranked in her heart
to such an extent that she left Mrs.
Drewelowe off her list the next week.
Then there was an elaborate social
function at the Euclid avenue man
sion, and Mrs. Wentworth did not re-
ceive cards.
But the climax was reserved for Eas-
ter morning in the yestibule of the Eu-
clid avenue church.
Mrs. Drewelowe and Mrs. Wentworth
met, and, remembering the sacred
threshold, bowed less coldly than
usual, then gasped and stood trans
fixed. Taking in every flower and
knot of lace, they realized that their
beautiful new Easter bonnets were ex-
actly alike.
Their husbands, balancing their hats
carefully In one hand and with the
other holding each vestibule door,
We're courteously awaiting them. They
had cordially shaken hands, for it i'll
became dignified men to notice wo-
mems small quarrels.
Mrs. Drewelowe was first to recover.
"a beautiful morning" she said in her
sweet, even tones, and bar of purple
and yellow flashed from the window
across the violets in her bonnet as she
turned and swept after her husband.
Mrs. Wentworth bowed in silence,
biting her lips in veXatlon, and raised
delicately gloved hand up to see If
her bonnet, that had cost her so many
economies, was really upon her head
or upon that of rich Maria Drewelowe.
She felt that now, as ever since they
had lived in the city, Mrs. Drewelowe
had the best of her.
A little path had opened through the
garden of spring millinery across the
congregation, and through it she saw
Mrs. Drewelowe turn and stare direct
ly back at her, smile in superior way,
then whisper something to Mrs. Rob-
erts in the pew just behind. whereupon
Mrs. Roberts laughed most immoder-
ately, considering the time and place.
The hot blood rushed to Mrs. Went
worths face in such force as to make
her quite dizzy. She knew what Mrs.
Drewlowe had said as well as though
she had heard every word.
"Annie Wentworth, never content
with running after me, has managed
in some way to copy my bonnet, and
don't you think, Mrs. Roberts, 1t Is an
outrage"
Alas! Annie Wentworth. daughter
of Judge Titus, to be thus openly fiout-
ed by Duzenbury!
1t was bad enough to be reduced to
living on side street, to watching her
the city, but to be accused of copying
her clothes-that was the last straw.
Move! Indeed they'd move the LIST of
May! She would resign from the Cul-
ture club! They would go where she
might never meet this regal, queenly
daughter of aimless, shiftless old Du-
zenbury or her husband, who had made
his fortune In kerosene.
The minister scared away In mag
nificent flights of oratory, but Mrs.
Wentworth's mind constantly returned
to the problems of how the bonnets
came to be alike and what Mrs. Drewe-
lowe had whispered to Mrs. Roberts. AT
last she solved the first question. Mrs.
Drewelowe had discovered her treasure,
the little milliner who made it possible
for her, the wife of Professor Went
worth, to appear for $40 in bonnets
which looked as though they had cost
$50, the poor little relic of better days
who lived in the old tumble down brick
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