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goods" I proposed. carried away by

goods" I proposed. carried away by
the excitement of the moment.
Il have" responded Persis. When
do you think they'll get here?'
Oh. dear, 1t was the samples all
over again. And when finally the
much -badgered express agent produced
the package he banged it down as
though to say: Thank heaven
Persis proudly bore it to the tailor's,
and started forthwith the continuous
comedy of "Persis and the Tailor and
the continuous tragedy of "Persis and
l."
May be was unreasonable. / had
had Persis year and half all to my.
self. and may be it was selfish in me to
begrudge her to the tailor. Neverthe-
less. about that tailors operations was
a systematic singleness of purpose that
| ground upon me nightly.
l never could get ahead of him. Al
though l telephoned lever so unexpect-
| edly. thought, to all save myself and
broached to Persis a drive right away,
Sue AWAY dAsN SASu S"SStiS' WV oA
| noyeQ:
That would be lovely, dear-but l
have to go to the tailor's."
Or else she already was there, and !
rang her up in vain.
That tailor seemed to know!
When l arrived for lunch and found
no Persis. twas a foregone conclusion
where she was. and / needed not her
breathless information when later she
came hurrying in that the tailor had
kept her"
The tailor cut into our evenings. for
Persis went early to bed, and l sat
melancholy and alone.
"Oh, it's such a job to be fitted!'
complained Persis, yet could see that
she was glorifying in the program.
81 shall be so glad when I'm done
with the tailor" protested Persis; yet
not for worlds would she have cur
tailed his attentions.
Persis was an angel, but she also was
a woman.
Did she grow impatient with the tail
or because he kept her waiting. he
dwelt upon the exquisite success that
he was enabled to make of the suit,
owing solely to her peculiarly artistic
proporions-and she went away in
spired!
Its going to be dream1' she as
sured me, radiant. The style is the
directoire. and l look stunning! He
says that not many women can wear
the directoires"'
when is it to be fnished:" I in
quired.
"To-morrown' answered Persis.
They'll send it up in the morning.
I've had my last fitting. Oh, Dick, it's
a dream"
"Persis," I addressed her as moder-
ately as l could under the stress Of the
great news. II am glad. have calcu-
lated" and I pulled out my memoran-
dunn book, that, including to-day's
trip. you lave made eighteen visits to
the tailor, averaging mile and half
each, horizontally, and about sixty
feet. vertically. That is to say. your
trips laid end to end. would reach from
here twenty. seven miles into the coun-
ltry, and up into ti.c ar almost a quar-
ter Of mile. You naye been with the
tailor fhNty:six hours and thinking OF
him two weeks. and it's time you gave
your husband another inning. We'll
come back, darling"
How 90 you like it," bubbled Per-
sis, meeting me at the door the Sue
ceeding noon.
l gazed at the trim, RUSTY, stately
little figure, whose eyes and smile and
bushes were of old. but whose garb
was a new acquaintance.
How do you like it," laughed Per-
sis. strutting like pouter pigeon.
Il dor' declared.
Doesn't it fit, though" eXulted Per-
sis. turning for me to see.
1T certainly does-at last l ad-
mitted. Have you come to stay?'
My. But the women will be green
with envy said Persis.
so will the men" said 1.-EdWIn L.
Sabin, in What-to-Eat.