The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-06-03
THE EVENING STORY
HER SHABBY CLOTHES.
Copyright. 1913, by w. werner.)

Copyright, 1913, by w. Werncr.)
Annette flung her chin high and put
the lace hat back in the wallcase, then
reached for the white maline toque.
Her face was crimson, but she kept
silent, though it necessitated biting
her under lip very hard. Madame who
owned the millinery parlors where
Annette waited upon customers never
cared who heard the reprimands. And
more often than not the censure was
cruelty unjust, as now. when she had
called Annette an imbecile for not
reaching the particular white hat that
h wanted.
violet eyed fashion plate, had the i'll
breeding to laugh, which did not les
sen Annette's flush. But the young
fellow who accompanied her looked
very soberly first AT madame, then at
Annette. The pity In his gray eyes
made Annette more wrathful. For
one blazing second she was on the
But she could not afford that. Po-
sitions were o plentiful at that time
of year. She handed madame the
malinc toque and stood by for further
orders.
who sewed this bandeau in?"
madame demanded, shrilly. Such
work-lopsided. of course. Miss Brent
- hlIknI nave KNOWN.
Again the censure was unjust, An
nette had put the bandeau in accord
ing to madame's own orders the day
before.
How does it look on me, ward?"
asked the girl. carelessly. fitting her
head to get a better view in the tall
mirror by which she sat.
Dandy. Helen Ward returned.
Couldn't look better"
eve, co,, <Lo< -1.-A =
have on." she pouted, coeuettishly.
But believe if the bandeau, were a
trif1e lower"
AS it should have been in the first
place. said madame. taking the hat
from the pretty beringed fingers.
"Change 1t as quickly as possible. Miss
Brent, And try to get it right his
time
Annette silently took the hat and
the girl observed carelessly: What
a shabby girl, madame! Would she
be offended, do YOU think. if I sent her
some of my discarded clothes?"
Annette's cheeks were red and she
knew that madame would he furious.
When she returned with the altered
hat and the girl had reluctantly pro-
nounced 1t satisfactory and left the
shop madame turned upon her. Have
y W." NV I tlSS II
is most unpleasant to have customers
concerning MY clerks poverty
stricken appearance. You will wear
something different tomorrow" Her
s%cornful glance swept Annette's black
taffeta waist, which had an undeniable
crack down one sleeve, and the black
serge skirt. which was shiny at the
seams and had a large grease spot on
the front side breadth.
Without waiting for answer or ex-
cuse madame swept into the small an
teroom that was office and reception
oom. Annette returned to the work
room. In a way h felt that her en-
ployer's censure was just. No one
cares for unsightly saleswomen. And
Annette wondered if madame
she had to stretch the 50 every week.
groceries, car fare. and clothes
for her mother n self. n a little
put aside for the operation on her
mothers spine, which he per-
very soon il her life We're to
be saved.
But madame was not the kind you
tell YOU troubles to. She was a very
busy. very nervous woman, who had
worked up from cash girl in one of
the city's department stores to owner
of the most exclusive millinery shop
on the fashionable street. And in
working up all kindness seemed to
have been dried until her heart was
a ball of tough leather.
So Annette did not explain that the
bacon dropped as she hurriedly got
from the breakfast table that
morning when the clock warned that