The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1911-12-15

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early. she said"
And Genevieve reached owe to pass
the butter to James, and her XII
mono sleeve dipped in the cream po-
tatOes.
That evening when dinner vas we'll
out of the way. James and Genevieve
awOke to a degree of energy that ban
ished the subject. They decided that
it was really time to call on the Mars
tons. down the street a block, who
were very nice and had cordially in
vited them. After an elaborate toilet
Genevieve presented herself to her
waiting spouse, trim and tailor-made,
her brown hair waving a bit and wear
ing triumphantly that braided colt
fure that always made James glad
he had money enough to buy her that
36-inch switch of naturally curly hair.
James looked Genevieve carefully
over, and then he kissed her right on
the mouth. He slipped his arm about
her slender waist, too, Il gave her
a squeeze. Nothing like a feather bed
about this. Ell. Genevieve?' he cooed.
Gee, | outgrew the feather-bed stage
way back when | was a kid. Some
thing tailor-made for mine, all right,
all right"
Well. for a minute Genevieve was
startled. Then. in d calm cOmplacency
of the safely welded woman whose
husband can't escape-not without los
ing his righteousness and paying ali
mony, a~nyway-she passed it up as
the mere exuberance of that curious
creature, man
They walked the block to the Mars
tons and rang the bell. There was an
audible scuttle behind the safely shut
door. You don't suppose they're i'll
or in bed Or anything. do you?" whis-
pered Genevieve. Then the door was
opened by a trim and tidy maid who
carefully guarded the inner portals.
Around the bend in the hall fed pat
tering footsteps, which tripped over
something and a s%trangled squeal
ended in the slam of a door
Yes, the family was at home. Mr..
Marston was in the parlor and Mrs.
Marston would be Wight in. And when,
after 10, Is. 20 minutes of wriggling
conversatiOn-making on the part of
Mr.. Marston, Mrs. Marston appeared,
what she said was: d excuse my de-
lay, but really, | had on my kimOnO, and
simply had to fly" Yes, and she fell
over the kimono III the hall, and that
was why she squealed.
"Marston's a mighty nice fellow, but
gee, his wife's a slob," unused James
to his Genevieve as they trailed home.
"Um-yes,' unused back Genevieve.
My. but I'll be glad to get home and
into my kimono.'
When James went to business every
morning he took the elevated. Thence
he beheld back windows of flats, every
fiat inhabited by a kimono-clad wife
and mother. In the evening he return-
ed past the same streets and the also
he beheld long vistas of kimOnO-
clad females, lowering about gas
stoves or out on the front steps,
calling the children home to dinner;
or presiding, with flowing sleeves, over
generously provided tables, while a
trim maid waited in the background
lot in a kimono.
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get out of the office and plunge about
to different parts of the city, morn
ings and afternoons. The fences that
he passed We're ornamented with XII
mono-clad womed gossiping with other
kimonO-clad women in the next build
ing, while still others, wearing the
gift of Japan to the great republic,
leaned over pOrches experimenting
John as he beat the rugs in the back
yard.
He saw blue kimonos laden with gold
embroidery and green ones stiff with
plain, American dirt. He beheld the
creamy-white bridal finery with droop-
ing sleeves and a pointed neck and a
train, and g~randmamma with a knitted
lavender shawl wrapped up to her chin
because the gray wool kinlono is cut
too low for comfort, and she catch
ing cold so readily. TOO.
And his prayer goes up to the arbi-
ters of fashion: Can't o take this
kimonO and put it back on the other
side of the great Pacific ocean,, where
it belongs? Our household architec-
ture is too complex for the blamed
thing, anyway"
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