The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-07-01

puce, II you were not any OF Inem, us
far as that goes" went on Polly, I'D
think so. And if / didn't think so,
you'd like to be told So It's a funny
thing, but it's true that man would
rather be complimented on the things
he doesn't possess than on those that
he does possess. A william always
loves a woman who imaglnes he IS
pattern of honor. And little chap,
| the height of walking cane and the
stability of an organdie frock, will die
for you If you pretend to admire his
| muscle and lean upon his strong right
ARM and a physical giant adores you
| if you will only defer to his opinions
on art and science; and literary man
always expects you to admire the cut
of his clothes and rave over the curl
and color Of his hair; and-oh, forgot!
| Now l know how that slip of paper
got into your chiffonier drawer! 1t
| was the color of your hair!'
''The-color-
Eyes" said Polly, tripping over to
the chiffonier, and pulling out a red
and yellow necktie that must have
cost thirty-nine cents, if it cost
penny. Il dropped it when l put this
in there. l got this to match your
hair, dear bought it out of my lunch
money and what was left from"
"But my hair isn't yellow 1 OBJ
jected, brutally.
That's just it," said Polly. "If you
had TIE least bit Of vanity you'd
know there is a streak of gold running
through it, and you'd dress in mauves
and browns and tans instead Of
blacks and blues"
But how about the red? I never
wear red" grumbled.
well" said Polly, holding the tie
up meditatively, Il did think of that
| and l know that everybody cannot
wear red; but with your complexion
and that red-brown shade in your
| eyes"
oh 1 remarked cynically. Il am
relieved to hear that they're red
brown was almost beginning to
suspect that they were-green.'
They're hazelw declared Polly, en-
phatically
'Then why" said I, ''do you attempt
to coerce and wheedle me in this fash
ion?"
Il haven't asked you for anything"
said Polly pathetically; and her under
lip began to tremble, while her eyes
looked dangerously wet.
There, little girlr' said I, patting
her shoulder with the handle Of my
razor, II didn't mean anything. I
only thought you wanted bonnet"
II don't want a bonnetw pouted
Polly.
Then why" 1 cslled, rcsuming my
shaving, did you go to the Bond
breaker sale?"
"Oh-well- just wanted to
see the pretty things"
"And were they very pretty?"
'Just beauties!" said Polly, with a
sigh. "And there was one little to-
que"
Il don't approve of lot of gew-
| gaws," said / severely.
"Oh, but this was very plain and
simple" said Polly, assuredly. 1T was
just your taste exactly-rich and ele-
CANT and artistic, Jack"
IF the average woman" 1 remarked
would put less time and money on
the outside of her head and more
thought on the inside"
"And it was the very cheapest
thing in the store-orly $1S, marked
down from $50"
"She would be infinitely more at
tractive," l finished.
"That is just what I thought" said
Polly sweetly, land so decided that
wouldn't ask for the toque, ever
though it was such bargain and yor
would have liked it so, and even
though my old blue forget-menot ha
is gone, and the one trimmed in yellow
asters got soaked in the rain the Other
day. and"
"Where's that black hat with thu
feathers on4 it," l inquired.
you know very we'll that was los
the night we left it in the automobile,
said Polly reproachfully.
| well" l pursued, what has be
come of the six new hats you hat
when we were married"
MY wedding hats?' asked Polly in
nocently; 'you didn't expect me t
r wear them forever, did your"
> "And how about the two you got
| month ago."
l 'They were winter hats, dear"
1 Haven't you any sort of head cover
ing Mrs. Heavyfeather," l asked
: brutally.
t "Oh, yes" said Polly, with sweet Ell