The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-12-08
At THE BAZAAR
By DOROTHY BLAcKMCRE.

per Syndicate)
Its the first really American thing
I've seen the girls take an interest
in," remarked young George Cameron.
He was selecting a tie to match the
border on his handkerchief and the
stripe in his shirt.
1T is patriotic, isn't it," acquiesced
Willis Moore, as he twirled his stick
like a drum major. Il fancy the ba-
zaar will be a jolly bore though"
His friend turned on him. Not at
all. The prettiest things in town are
to be models and they'll be diked in
cotton from top to toe. Being we'll
known-get that?-cotton brokers, you
and l will be expected to attend and
give our support"
Il think you'll give good deal Of
, tone with all those matched-up rags
of yours Moore twitted his friend.
"Me for the cotton bazaar, rags or
no rags. Come on"
The two men left the bachelor
| apartment and found their way to the
armory where the great cotton bazaar
was being held by the women of the
town. Cotton was to be on exhibit
ton and for sale in every conceivable
form to educate the public in its uses
and in this way help the country to
dispose of its output in view Of the
European war.
George Cameron and Willis Moore
stood astonished at the doors as they
approached. There were crowds every
| where, and not even the regiment on
dress parade had brought so many out
siders to the armory building.
Some bazaar" laughed Moore.
The two men strolled about from
one exhibit to another. Cameron was
interested in the bazaar purely from a
business standpoint and he took pleas.
ure in learning of new uses for cotton.
Willis Moore. he admitted it. was as
lAuch interested in the pretty girls
displaying their wares and acting as
models for various cotton garments as
he was in the exhibition from its prac.
teal point of view.
Cotton gloves! Gentlemen's cotton
evening gloves!" said pleasant voice
from within a booth.
Cameron would have gone on. but
| his friend turned to the girl and he
could not do otherwise than follow.
, They don't look so bad, eh.
George" Willis said. taking pair
f:cm the girls hand.
Cameron looked at them and then
: into the face of the girl who was offer
Jig them for sale. He stopped short
I'D dropped the gloves on the floor.
Seeing that he was fifth wheel
Gil The wagon, Moore stepped on, and
Is friend went nearer to the glove
booth. There was no other girl at the
: stand but the one who had offered the
lar that still lay on the floor. Cam
; eron. as if suddenly recalling the
!. gloves, stepped back and picked them
: up "I'll buy this pair. Helen, since
, I've soiled them by my stupidity"
"Oh," laughed the girl, "yor
: needn't-unless you like. Butt thinl
> they're your size"
ITS strange to find you helping will
, anything $3.50 useful and patriotic
a and-and thrifty, might say" George
;. said, a little bitterly.
!. Not nowadays" Helen said prompt
, ly, not noticing the bitter note in his
/, voice.
, you've changed?"
4 Helen gave q series of decisive mods
Z Very much" she said. slowly. Il re
fri, I ~
z now that there is SO much to do In the
4 world besides thinking of ones owl
, pleasure. I'm as busy as possible nov
since father lost so much of his bust
ness on account Of the war-helpinl
0 wherever ! can"
}, Helen" interrupted George Blu
. she stopped him.
r "Oh-I don't need to earn bread ant
j. butter, George, but need to help 9th
Q ers who have to earn 1t. +"
. Don't say any more. Let me COM
!. to see you again. Helen. and"
Buying up the whole stock
Q George?" interrupted Willis Moore. IL
relevantly. stepping up to them.
, will your" whispered George.
Helen dodded. laughing. George In
troduced Willis Moore to her and tn
l. three talked of nothing for few me
ments.
:. The cotton show now held just on
y interest for George Cameron, and OF
the following night he went to
: again to take the fair glove sales
woman home and to tell her all tina
!. he had wanted to tell her for thre
years. She listened and said yes al
+. over again.
). When George told his friend Wilt
Moore about his engagement the younl
!. man said. enthusiastically:
$50 it was you who had to cotton
A on to something at the show-no
!, yours truly, after all? Shake"
j, Auto Beats the Wink