The log cabin Democrat., 1909-09-04

IIoHl out OI JOWu ana IS V1SlC- | ing in a north shore suburb Her trip to Chicago was main- | ly to shop. From her first waking moment to the instant when she closed her eyes at night she was going to do nothing but tear madly about from store to store, buying matching, com pairing, ordering, charging and send ing home. She was to have no thought of anything else. This she had beat en in upon our brains through letters and telephone messages. Even taking time to dine with us downtown was for her great concession.
 q found my sister the afternoon of the dinner, regretfully putting aside her new hand-embroidered shantung frock that I knew she was absolutely dying to wear somewhere. Also she replaced her hat with the willow plumes amid its tussue paper wrap pings and resolutely kept her eyes away from the fluffy evening wrap.
 "'We can't wear em, she told me dolefully, though firmly. How she knew l he'd been holding similar rites over my pink broadcloth and rose hat l don't know. We can't wear 'em. Genevieve will have been shopping all day of course, and be in her street clothes and We don't want to make her feel uncomfortable It wouldn't do,'
 'Non I agreed, sadly, it wouldn't Isn't it a shame? I suppose it means tailor suits,'
 Yes said my sister with the light of martrydom in her eyes. And not even lace waists. No human being can wear a lace waist to shop in, so Genevieve probably will have on just tailored one, l shall wear my plain est wash waist and you do the same and of course we'll wear our street hats
 So we robed ourselves for the sac. rifice. It was real sacrifice, because if tGere is anything which is a joy on earth to me it is to get into my best clothes and dine downtown in a fashionable restaurant and know l look as well as the rest of 'em.
 Maybe my sister said as we slunk into the most exclusive cafe in town where Genevieve and my sisters husband and his brother were to join us severally, maybe strangers see ing us will think we've just got into town from off the train and of course our trunks haven't come. We've got to trust to luck that we don't run across anybody we know, Horrors, There are the Plankingtons and that's real lace frock or I'll eat my hat, I'd like to, anyhow! Hide behind this pillar!'
 We did so, occupying the idle mo- ments in dusting soot from each oth- CTS noses. You see, being in shop ping garb, we didn't have any excuse for ordering a taxieab to bring us down and had taken the train from Hyde Park. The lake wind besides peppering us with soot had blown our hair endwise. We weren't happy Far from it.
 The two men arrived next. Of course, they weren't in evening clothes either, in concession to the spirit of the occasion.
 While we sat surveying one anoth- CT grumpily we saw huge touring car spin up to the entrance and a French fashion plate descend there from. Oh, it is Genevieve, of course She had dutifully gone out to the north shore suburb after her shopping to prepare for the gala occasion! May be the prince of India's wife or daugh ter might have rivaled her, but doubt 1t.
 From the point of view of an in nocent nonparticipant in the occasion Genevieve was lifetime's expensive dream, but from the infinitesimal spot on earth which my sister and l occu- pied at that instant she was finger | of scorn pointed at our covering, tai | lor-garbed forms; The men-oh, what | do men care whether they have on | low-cut waistcoats or not? They just beamed on Genevieve and forgot them selves.
 "I must say that Genevieve behaved | beautifully to us. Everybody in the cafe looked at her so intently that l don't think anybody noticed us. Prob | ably the general impression was that we were her maids or secretaries. | That isn't all What do you sup pose those benighted men had done! Something had been said about going 1 to a vaudeville after dinner. That gave the god of malign fate another chance | to get in his work!
 q suppose" said the girl, gloomily, "that if we had logged ourselves out as we wanted toGenevieve would have met us in a raincoat & bicycle cap and an injured expression! That's why I say if l were heather I'd buy the most efficient incense burner | could find and keep it working over. ! tiIne!"- Chicago Daily News.