Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1914-01-14
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BY JANE WATHY.

me kiss my booful auntie,' pleaded
Angelica, hanging over the balustrade
at the top Of the stairs.
Miss Creston, touched by this I'M
lwonted display of affection on the part
of her small niece, ran back up the
stairs to receive the embrace Of two
small bare arms.
Nov, can 1 give a little weeny
stroke to my booful auntie's booful
plume?" asked Angelica in saccharine
tones.
s'Well, if you'll touch it 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 too
light touch on the top Of her hat and
her mind was invaded by visions Of
disaster to her cherished plume.
With a 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'Il have to hurry
a little" he said. 'Angelica delayed
the game somewhat"
Eyes, know it," said Miss Creston,
"but the poor child is SO 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.
''It certainly is the most becoming
hat I have had for long time" she
thought, complacently sinking with a
gracious bow into the seat which a 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 f1ustered 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
Eby another couple.
kin I see your checks, please?" the
Mustered usher asked.
Young Coleman fumbled through his
pockets and at length was able to ex-
hibit the checks.
'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 traversed 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 O.
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 q
she murmured, cropping about the
icrown on her hat with her fingers
5"Well, what
Her hand encountered an unfamiliar
object at one side Of the crown, {
clammy, yielding something which
caused her to give a last frantic, anc
this time successful, clutch at tat
missing hatpin.
angelica! What has that child beel
doing to my hat?'' was the though
that flashed through her mind as sht
snatched off the headgear and laid
upon her Jap.
Skillfully entangled in the f1ligre
work of her hatpin was one medium
sized, slightly damp bath sponge.
OH" Miss Creston turned to he
escort with fire in her eye. "Wh
didn't you tell me it was there. instea
OF letting me parade all over creation
with that thing in my hat?" she de
manded.
The young man turned an injure
countenance upon her. Don't 20
suppose 1 would have told you if
hadn't thought it belonged there?' b
asked. Il give you my word of hone
that I supposed it was some new kin
OF pompon, or chou chou, or whateve
you girls call them. Anyway" as th
lights were lowered and the hum {
voices about them died down, you
look prettier in a hat trimmed all owe
with bath sponges than any othe
woman would with bird of paradis
on hers!"
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