The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-09-05
THE EVENING STORY
Husband's New Shit.

Husbands New Suit.
why doesn't somebody invent
something that will interest lovely
woman and leave her no time to med
die in mans AFFAIRS meditated the
suit club man wrathfully, as he tossed
aside a letter written in a feminine
hand. That's the twentieth woman
Who wants to know why her husband
hasn't won out when the man across
the street has,
AS he thus communed bitterly with
himself the door opened and a. short
stout woman accompanied by a tall,
thin man. entered.
This must be the place." puffed the
woman, sinking into the nearest chair.
| AHowdy," she said in affable greeting
to the man at the desk. Are you Mr..
ating smile. my husband, Mr.. Jones,
has won the lucky number in your suit
club&and it's time. too" The men
exchanged mods. Mrs. Jones con-
tinued: Il want John to get a gray
suit, though he's set on a brown one,
which won't go at all with his COM
plexion."
Johnson stepped to the counter and
unrolled bolt of cloth. How do you
like this pattern, Mr.. Jones?" he
asked
The tall man looked appealingly at
THAT there cloth won't make up into
no $25 suit she said. They're sell
| ing the same pattern in the stores at
tS7 a Suit-real bargains. Say, Mr..
before he won the lucky number,
think you ought to make him two
suits for that
your husband is getting bargain
when he pays $19 for a $25 suit, u
| Johnson replied.
"Oh, you amt getting rich out OF
nothing laughed the woman, giving
johnson good natured poke with
| her fat finger. well, throw in an
extra pair of trousers, then. That'l
| be an inducement to my husband tC
stay with you.'
| johnson shook his head.
| When the Joneses finally departed
leaving the selection of material unit
after another investigation by Mrs
| Jones of the 81 bargain suits, John.
softly to himself. These remarks fol
his own refreshment were cut shor
| by the advent of a tall, determined
looking woman.
''Is this Mr.. Johnson ?''- she asked
| I'm Mrs. Brown. The suit you've
made for Mr.. Brown would fit a MAJ
twice his size. 1 want you to send TO
it and take it in where I have pu
pins"
but Mr.. Brown was satisfied"
| I'm not Mrs. Brown interrupted
severely. when he holds his arm
like this the sleeve is a mile too long.
amy mans sleeve would be if n
drew his arm up like that" johnson
protested.
Mrs. Brown ignored the reply
| please send for the suit at once ant
have it altered and ready by tomor
row, when Mr.. Brown will send 70
it. We leave the city at o'clock to
morrow. Good morning.. Mrs
Three minutes later the telephone
/ bell rang.
| This Johnson?" asked a voice a
the other end. ''This is Brown. Say
if my wife calls and wants you t.
take my suit back to be altered don
you touch it. 1t fits o. K. Fine a
| silk. Just a notion she has. I've go
a scheme for fixing her all right
Goodby."
Johnson turned to find a graceful
girlish figure standing at the counter
/ 1--WE brought my husbands coat bacl
! to have the sleeves heightened" said {
soft voice as two blue eyes met John
sons with childlike trust They're aw
fully short when he stretches his arm
out like this.
"A man isn't supposed to stretch hi
arm out like this all the time" johnson
Ireplied, suiting the action to the WORD
This coat was not made by us
madam he added, as the package la.
open before him.
I'm sure it was" she gently insisted
Isn't your name Johnson?'
1T is, bHt-4sss.
Charlie said your place was in tai
building downtown and will you pleas
hurry with the coat because Charlie ha
to have it tonight and I'll wait"
Madam. this coat was not made b.
: u.s." Johnson persisted, his eyes failing
however, to meet the innocent, smilin
eyes of his visitor as he rewrapped tn
coat
May I use your telephone, please?
asked the soft voice. Il just want t
call Charlie up that he may prove yo
are mistaken
A minute later the vision at the tele
phone turned and walked back to tn
counter and there was a pathetic droo
to her pretty mouth.
'T was sure. you see, because Nv
never handled this pattern johnson
began. apologetically.
swered the soft voice, which now ha
tears in it.
She was such a slip of thing, any
way, and it was blazing hot outdoor
and the coat was heavy and it WASH
much of a task to lengthen the sleeve
and
But even as Johnson deliberated tn
blue eyes flashed on him a sad, re
proachful adieu, and the owner fiitte'
away. J.,
Pm a brute" Johnson groaned will
| conviction. And again he mopped hi
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