The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1903-09-04
BUYING A HAT FOR JIMMIE
He Preferred His Old One, anu An1s
Was What He Got In
the End.

Jimmy, on the drop seat OF ths
hrougham, leaned forward and asked
his aunt where they were going She
named a big department store, anc MS
face lightened up. They have Ice
cream soda in the basement" SAID ne
according to Youths Companion.
"Oh, I'm sure it can't be good"
"N-o-o-o." Jimmy always agrees
with a lady. 1T isn't SO bad, though.
When we bought the kitchen coal hod
Courtney treated me. We had choc'
late and strawberry mixed-oh, nne!
Don't you think l might treat him to-
day? l could carry glass out to the
carriage without spilling drop" He
suddenly thrust his head out OF the car
rage. Courtney, what kind
His aunt dragged him inside. Some
other time," she said.
What can / do?" he asked, after Q
gloomy pause.
Were going to buy hat. dear"
II don't want any old hat"
"A nice new hat"
This feebly jocose correction fell nat.
Jimmie grasped the hat on his head
with both painfully gloved hands and
dragged it down over his ears. It's
Just got comfor 'ble." he moaned. She"
he meant no disrespect to his mother
wants to send this one to the Indians
or the Florida children, / s'pose." A
CLEAN of hope illumined his face. Il
wish they might have the new one.
wouldn't mind having it fitted on me.
Don't you think they'd be pleased?"
Jimmie's aunt ignored this artful ap-
peal. You know your mother wishes
you to be spick and span when grand
ma comes Thursday"
"Oh. my grandma won't mind" conf
IDENTIFY. And I'd brush up great"
His aunt shook her head.
Perhaps boots would do. They'd
be all right. New ones kick fine"
This easy sacrifice to the home god
dess was promptly rejected, and Jimmie
knew then that it was to be hat.
When buy them myself they'll be
old and big. and everything new will
go into the barrel-and maybe there
won't be any barrel" he threatened,
darkly.
Jimmie helped his aunt to alight at
Cut & Cash's store. and followed her to
The hat counter, the sullen tread Of his
'eet speaking volumes Of disgust The
counter was surrounded by women,
mostly mothers. but Jimmie's turn
came at last.
well, lady," said the perspiring
clerk, what can I show you for your
title boy?"
"She's not my mother!" said Jimmie.
She's my aunt. She isn't even mar
led. My father says"
Show me something in a white
straw, please" Jimnie's aunt said,
hastily. Something suitable for a boy
4 nine"
Nearly ten," corrected Jimmie. MY
ather says"
Something little wider in the brim,
nd I prefer a navy blue band" said |
immie's aunt
my father" began Jimmie. But |
is aunt promptly clapped a hat on his
cad, and his tune changed. TT don't
eel good! It's too small! And don't
ant an elastic under my chin; only
mall kids wear them. Oh, 1t hurts my
ead!"
When the clerk was on his knees
pening boxes, trying to find another
at. Jimmie again became amiably So
liable.
THE last time the New London man
as there, he said"
Something similar to his old hat will
: right" said Jimmie's aunt, in an agi-
ted falsetto.
The New London man said: "A kiss
as good as smile,'" continued Jim
lie. Il was under the sofa, and /
card"
This will do. You need not look any
lrther," said Jimmie's aunt, Selling
hat and placing it on Jimmie's head
it'll a determined hand. The clerk
se, but not before he was master of
S countenance, and began to turn over ,
e slips In his book.
you must be awfully ratified. aunty,"
i'd Jimmie. This is my old hat"