The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1913-12-26
IN Her BEST CLOTHES
BY JANE WATkY.

AuHIle. Auntio. come DaCk and let
me kiss my booful auntie," pleaded
Angelica, hanging over the balustrade
at the top OF the stairs.
Miss Creston. touched by this un-
wonted display of affection on the part
Of her small niece, ran back up the
stairs to receive the embrace of two
small bare arms.
Now, can give a little weeny
stroke to my booful aunties boofM
plume?" asked Angelica In saccharine
tones.
We'll, II you'll touch 1t very gently
consented auntie. with misgivings, but
fearful of chilling her young relatives
melting mood. There, there, dear,
that will do" as she felt none toe
light touch on the top of her hat and
her mind was invaded by visions OF
disaster to her cherished plume.
With last hasty embrace Miss
Creston turned away and ran down the
stairs to her waiting escort.
Young Coleman regarded her with
the undisguised, If somewhat quizzical
admiration which is the accepted mas
culine attitude toward the entirely up
to-date woman in her best clothes.
I'm afraid that we'll have to hurry
little" he said. Angelica delayed
the game somewhat"
Yes, know it," said Miss Creston
but the poor child is 30 perfectly imp
ish that we always try to encourage
anything like softness in her"
Miss Creston was aware of creating
a mild sensation when they boarded
the crowded elevated train, popular In.
terest appearing to center in her hat.
1T certainly Is the most becoming
hat have had for long time," she
thought, complacently sinking with a
gracious bow into the seat which po-
lite young man yielded to her. And
the plume is a beauty, If it did cost a
small fortune"
Most OF the people were in their
seats when Miss Creston and her es-
cort arrived at the theater. A some
what fiustered young usher seized
their checks, bounded along the aisle
before them and slammed down two
seats.
They had just settled themselves
comfortably and Miss Creston was
raising her hands to remove her hat
when the usher reappeared, followed
by another couple.
kin see your checks, please?" the
Mustered usher asked.
Young Coleman fumbled through his
pockets and at length was able to ex-
hibit the checks.
They steered you down the wrong
aisle" the usher informed them cheer
fully. Your seats are over on the
other side"
Amid smiling apologies on both sides
they rose and yielded their places to
the other couple, then trayersed the
long aisle to the back of the house,
crossed over and proceeded down the
opposite side.
Il am so glad, thought Miss Creston,
as they made their conspicuous prog
ress through the house, that my
clothes are all right-especially my
hat. People always notice hats So"
When young Coleman and the usher
had carefully verified the location of
their places Miss Creston seated her
self and raised her hands to remove
her hat.
She extracted four hatpins and be-
gan to tumble for the fifth.
'Why-where's my other hatpin?"
she murmured, cropping about the
crown on her hat with her fingers.
well, what"
Her hand encountered an unfamiliar
object at one side of the crown, a
clammy, yielding something which
caused her to give a last frantic, and
this time successful, clutch at the
missing hatpin.
Angelica! What has that child been
doing to my hat?" was the thought
that flashed through her mind as she
snatched off the headgear and laid it
upon her lap.
Skillfully entangled In the filigree
work Of her hatpin was one medium
sized, slightly damp bath sponge.
"Oh!" Miss Creston turned to her
escort with fire in her eye why
didn't you tell me it was there, instead
of letting me parade all over creation
with that thing in my hatr' she de-
manded.
The young man turned an injured
countenance upon her. Don't you
suppose l would have told you II !
hadn't thought it belonged there?" he
asked. II give you my word of honor
that l supposed it was some new kind
of pompon, or chou chou, or whatever
you girls call them. Anyway" as the
lights were lowered and the hum OF
voices about them died down, you'd
look prettier in a hat trimmed all over
with bath sponges than any other
woman would with bird of paradise
on hersl"