The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1915-09-28
PINS And PATTERNS
BY lola FORESTER.

the intrusion ana DISSERTATION. IL SIG
had placed the sign on the locked gate
of the private little park in the CEN
ter of the circle of houses Beechmount
could not have been more perturbed.
Phil liked Pauline's pluck. They
had been chums years ago, he remem-
bered. He had always been glad
when the little, wide-eyed, sturdy girl
from Boston had come to visit across
the street. He had thought her won
derfully clever. He smiled now, look
ing at the little sign Gowns"
81 shall place it in the hands OF
Gorbell," said his father testify. ITS
absurd that she can't see for herself
how it lowers property values. She's
twenty-five or three-old enough to
know better"
Perhaps if I saw her personally
we could arrange it without going to
Gorbell," Phil suggested. How would
it do to train some vines over the
sign. dad?'
Go now" growled Mr.. Hubbard.
sect it over with
So across the street went the ennis
sary, very courteous, neighborly
emissary with the CLINT of fun in his
blue eyes and decided longing to re-
new his old friendship with Polly, as
he had called her years before.
He was admitted by neat, black
clad maid. and waited in the long re-
ception room. A few good rugs lay
on the polished floor few excellent
pieces of mahogany were here and
there, and old Nine. Dale's gold and
glass cabinets for her treasures.
Evidently the pin-and-pattern es-
Enlistment was upstairs. He stood
looking at a picture on the mantel
when Pauline came down the long
staircase.
How do you do, Phil? It's nice
OF you to call so SOON Her soft con-
tralto voice woke a queer thrill that
he had forgotten. He forgot all about
the cross old gentleman waiting over
the way as he talked with her She
had been abroad two years, mostly in
France.
"This is only temporary" she said
happily. Il mean my beginning here.
/ want really good. exclusive little
place somewhere in the Forties in
Fifth avenue. But I've come to stay
and I'm going to make good. | only
design personality gowns, Phil. on
special orders. Do you think I'll sue
ceed?"
81 know you will" he assured her
heartily Mother wants one now"
Pauline half closed her eyes media,
lively.
81 can just see her in one. Bring
her over, please do"
The little maid came to say the car
was waiting.
'I've got very neat little one that
I drive myself" she assured him.
tits a French car and I needed it.
Don't you want to come with me,
Phil?"
Phil accepted the invitation eagerly,
all forgetful of his father.
did you speak to her about the
internal sign" asked Mr. Hubbard
after dinner that night. Phil smiled
convincingly.
81 don't believe it will stay there
very long, dad"
well, we'll wait, then. I don't
want to take the girls livelihood
from her, but she ought to know bet
ter"
Yes, sir" said Phil Exactly"
Mrs. Hubbard smiled from the tea
tray end of the table and the follow
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peramental gowns received a call
from her neighbor and an order for a
Maeterlinck gown. 1t was to be twi-
light gray, with underlays of chif-
fon, old rose and dull topaz and deep
er grays. Pauline put her whole
heart into the modelling of it, and
Phil would drift across the street
around in the gray and silver car
seeking temperamental weaves and
garnitures.
'YoI know, Phil" she told him,
''your mother is adorably sweet and
dear, and / am going to make her a
perfect dream of wistful beauty, know
It? | thing she likes me, too. Your
father doesn't, though" She laughed
merrily. II met him on the street
and offered friendly greeting, and
he just growled at me-
He'd better like you," Phil swung
back sturdily.
"Why?"
Don't you know why Polly"
You'll make me steer wrong. Let
go my hand. Phil"
"I'll run the car myself" He took
the wheel from her firmly. I'm go
ing to run it for life for you, Polly
know it?"
What will Beechmount say?" she
flashed back whimsiea1ly. Phil,
think the world of you. but In
afraid. I can hang out my little golC
sign right under their noses anC
laugh, but do dare to marry theil
very incest bachelor
s'You haven't ANYTHING to saw abou