Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1915-06-24
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TAKiEG THEIR Time
BY CLARENCE LYONS.

widely, so IndL uOUOuy COuiu ldho en0
seat next to her In the street car, and
then resumed conversation.
Some women are 80 queer" she
said to her friend with the orange
feathers, which stood up at least
foot above her hat. II could use
stronger language than that, but / am
of a charitable nature and always
willing to give people chance. How
ever, that woman at the milliner's was
the limit!
81 always go to Miss Cretonne for
my hats because she has style and Is
cheaper than anyone else. She hasn't
a shop, you know, but does hats at
home. So dropped In on my way
to the Ladies' Aid meeting and ex'
pected to be through in a jiffy. Some.
body was in Miss Cretonne's office, 80
she left me down outside In the hall
and said she'd be ready for me IN
short time.
"The minute heard the voice Of the
creature who was in there, I knew
what to expect. 1t was sort Of drawly
and undecided, and 1t had an edge on
1t that meant, I know you're waiting
out there, but l got here first and
I'm going to take precisely as long as
I like!'
"Well, she made Miss Cretonne
bring in, one by one, every hat she
had in her sewing-room, and she didn't
like any of them. One was too little
and another was too big. Finally she
decided that she didn't want black
straw, anyhow. She said II Miss Gre
tonne was really up to date she'd have
straws in the new Bulgarian colors,
and, anyway, what she was interested
In was getting her old ecru straw re-
trimmed. No, she didn't want ribbon,
and as for flowers, they were impos'
sible.
Would Miss Cretonne please step
across the room and hold up the hat
with that bunch Of flowers pinned on?
Couldn't she see 1t just killed the hat1
Why, her cousin had just got back
from New York, and she said nobody
there would be caught dead with flow
ers on her hat. No, she wouldn't have
the new Numidi feathers. She was
sure they got those feathers of the
heron or the robins at the nesting sea-
son, and. anyhow, If they were only
ostrich, as Miss Cretonne said, 1t was
painful to the birds when they were
plucked. Hats were an awful trial,
she said. Wouldn't 1t be lovely II 1t
were the style not to wear any hats
at all?
Here coughed to remind the wo-
man that f-wus on earth. That caused
her to tell Miss Cretonne that 1t was
perfectly dreadful how much pneu-
monia there was around this season
and that her brothers. wife out IN
Idaho nearly died with pneumonia last
month.
"You think you don't want feathers,
then2" Miss Cretonne broke in nerv.
ously.
Perish the thought! She never
could bear feathers since she went
TO funeral and sat behind a hat with
sixteen ostrich plumes on 1t. Maybe
1t was only fifteen, but they looked
like twenty. What did Miss Cretonne
think Of a plum color straw to wear
with a green suit? Something little
bit different, wasn't it? The woman
across the street from her had plum
hat last year and she always had been
crazy about 1t.
Here I cougheG again to convey
delicately my conviction that IL she
wasn't crazy she was at least feeble
minded. Then she rather thought she
might like a black hat, after all, and
wished Miss Cretonne to get some
shapes from the wholesale house. No,
she hadn't any idea what shape she
wanted-just something pretty and
stylish and cheap and awfully good
looking. She would dearly love some
Bulgarian embroidery On 1t, but 1t was
SO loud She was afraid it would get
common.
Mercy, wasn't 1t q warm day!
Really, she must send her fur coat
down to storage. And whatever Miss
Cretonne did she should never, never
buy a fur Of the Dan who had sold
that ccat. Look how It had worn!
Il coughed again ard tapped my
feet on the floor At this she settled
down more comfortably and sighed.
She WIS certain spring hats were 60
ing to be the end Of her She id
wish that Miss Cretonne would decide
on some way to trim the ecru hat
Goodness, how her head ached!
1T was ffty-fve minutes by my
watch before she came out Of that
office and she certainly looked her
part-selfsh, unaccommodating incon-
siderate, fat thing! l was 80 mad /
Just flew into the office!
Il suppose you got through in time
for the ladies' aid, anyhow" said the
woman with the orange feathers.
II ;o1,