The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1906-01-03


die in a mans affairs" medlated tho
suit club man wrathfully, and 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 shore,
stout woman. accompanied by a tail,
thin man. entered.
This must be the place." puffed the
woman, sinking into the nearest chair
''Howdy," she said ia affable greeun
to the man at the desk. Are you Nj.
Johnson" she asked with an ingrati-
ating smile. MY husband, Mr.. Jones,
has won the lucky number in your uit
olub-and it's time, too" The men
exchanged mods Mrs. Jones con-
tinued: Il want John to get gr
suit, though he's set on a brown )ne,
which won't so at all with his com
pexion."
Johnson stepped to the counter and
unrolled bolt of cloth. How do yol
like this pattern, Mr.. Jones?" he
asked.
The tall man looked appealingly al
his wife. She shook her head firmly.
THAT there cloth won't make up into
no $25 suit" she said. They're SELL
ing the same pattern in the stores at
81 a suit-real bargains. Say, Mr..
Johnson, seeing that John paid in SO
before he won the lucky number,
think you ought to make him two
suits for that"
Your husband is getting a bargain
when he pays $19 for a s25 SUIT"
Johnson replied.
"Oh you amt getting rich out OF
nothing laughed the woman, giving
Johnson good natured poke with
her fat finger. We'll, throw in an
extra pair of trousers, then. That Il
be an inducement to my husband to
stay with you"
Johnson shook his head.
When the Joneses finally departed,
leaving the selection of material until
after another investigation by Mrs.
Jones of the 81 bargain suits, Jonn-
son mopped his brow and said things
softly to himself. These remarks for
his own refreshment were cut shorS
by the advent of a tall, determined
looking woman.
rs this Mr.. Johnson" she asked.
am Mrs. Brown The suit you've
made for Mr.. Brown would 1T a man
twice his size I want you to send for
1t and take it in where l have put
pins"
But MI Brown was satisfied
I'm not" Mrs. Brown interrupted.
severely. When he holds mis- arm
like this the sleeve is a mile too long"
ANY mans sleeve would be if he
drew his arm up like that" Johnson
protested.
Mrs. Brown ignored the reply.
please send for the suit at once aud
have It altered and ready by toner
row, when Mr.. Brown will send for
it. We leave the city at o'clock to-
morrow. Good morning" Mrs.
Brown departed.
Three minutes later the telephone
bell rang.
This Johnson?" asked a voice at
the other end. This is Brown. Say
if my wife calls and wants you to
take my suit back to be altered, don't
you touch it. It fits o. X, Fine as
silk. Just notion she has. I've got
a scheme for fixing her all right.
Goodby."
Johnson turned to find a graceful,
girlish figure standing at the counter.
I've brought my husbands coat
back TO have the sleeves heightened"
said a soft voice as two blue eyes met
Johnson's with childlike trust.
They're awfully short when ho
stretches his arm out like this"
"A man isn't supposed to stretcn his
arm out like this ali the time" Johu-
son replied, suiting the action to the
word. This coat was not made by US,
madam he added as the package lay
open before him.
I'm sure it was" she gently insist
ed. Isn't your name Johnson?"
1T rs, but"
Then you did make it, because
Charlie said your place was in a a..
building downtown and will you please
bury Nth the ccat because Charlie
has to have it tonight and Ill wait"
Madam, this coat was not made Ly
u.s." Johnson persisted, his eyes fail
ing, however,, to meet the innocenr
smiling eyes of his visitor as he r.
wrapped the coat
May | use your telephone, please.'
asked the soft voice Il just want TO
can Charlie up that he may prove yoI
are mistaken"
minute later the vision at the tele-
phone turned and walked back to the
counter and there was a pathetic droop