The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-09-09
The Evening Story
Pins and Patterns.
(By 1zola Forester.

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(By lola Forrester.)
81 don't see what any one can do
about it, Philip remarked. finally.
shes on her own ground, dad"
Other property owners have rights
likewise. This section is restricted
property, Phil. She's starting in bust
ness, by CAD, in the most exclusive
part of Beechmount.'
| Its only very small black-and-
old sign. About two by seven Phil
glanced from the bay window across
the street at the Dale residence. 1t
as the Hubbard home. E,er since old
Mrs. Dale died, her granddaughter
had kept the place up according to
traditions But she had come from
abroad ard she had ideas on designing
and making living for herself
Therefore the black-and-gold sign
read, Gowns, and Beechmount
gasped at the intrusion and desecra-
ton. II she had placed the sign on
the locked gate of the private little
park in the center f the circle of
| houses Beechmount could not have
| been more perturbed.
| Phil liked Paulines pluck. They
had been chums years ago, he remem-
bered. He had always been glad
when the little, w.de-eyed, sturdy girl
from Boston had come to visit across
curls and hazel eyes and freckles- He
liked her best in little white and
green frOck with narrow black velvet
ribbon knots. She had made a Pierot
suit then for his sailor doll, and he
had thought her wonderfully clever.
| He smiled now, looking at the little
sign, Gowns
| It shall place it in 'he hands of Cor
| he'll said his father, testify. 1t s
absurd that she can't see for herself
how ii lowers property values. She
twenty-five or three-old enough %
| know better"
perhaps If I saw her personally
| we could arrange it without going 20
Gorbell,'' Phil suggested. How would
it do to train some vines over the
go now growled- Mr. Hubbard.
Get it over with.
So across the street went the ennis
| emissary, with the CLINT of fun in his
blue eyes and a. decided longing to re-
new his old friendship with Polly, as
he had called her years before.
He was admitted by a neat, black
clad maid, and waited in the long re-
ception room. He remembered it
well, the high marble mantel, with
the clambering cherubs holding up
the same too-heavy antique hand
beaten brass in the form of dragons.
A few good rugs lay on the polished
floor. few excellent pieces of ma
hogany were here and there, and old
Nine Dale,s gold and glass cabinets
for her trea sures.
Evidently the pin-and-patteTn es-
adjustment was upstairs. He stood
looking at a picture on the nantel
when Pauline came down the long
staircase. Dressed in black she was.
with a small lace edged apron and
her auburn hair in close, wavy folds
around her head, fastened with two
flat silver pins enameled in black and
pearls He remembered them in Nine.
Da1e's white locks.
How do you do, Phil? It's nice
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tralto voice woke queer thrill that
he had forgotten. He forgot all about
the cross old gentlemen 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 a really good, exclusive little
place somewhere in the Forties in
Fifth avenue. Or perhaps the Fifties.
But I've come to stay and I'm going
to make good. 1 only design person
atty gowns. Phil, on special orders.
Do you think I'll succeed?"
81 know you will" he assured her
heartily. Mother wants one now.
heard her saying she was to address
some club on Maeterlinck and wished
she had an interpretive gown for it,
Pauline half closed her eyes medi-
tatively.
q can just see her in one. She's
slender, isn't she, and rather ashes of
roses in tone. Oh but l would drape
her exquisitely, Phil-twilight tones
with an underlay of sunset rose blend
ing into dull topaz. Bring her ever
please do
The little maid came to say the car
was waiting.
I've got very neat little one that
drive myself she assured him.
It's a French car and 1 needed it.
Don't you want to come with me,
PHILIP"
Phil accepted the invitation eagerly,
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war still his girl pal, Polly, and he
watched her with a curious sense of
gratitude to fate that had brought her
back to live in Beechmount square.
Did you speak to her about the
Internal sign?" asked Mr.. Hubbard
after dinner that night. Phil smiled
convincingly.
Il don't believe it will stay there
very long. dad. She wants to rent
regular establishment down town
don't you know. l don't think it's
worth while bringing suit. She seems
able to discipline, 1 should say"
Talked to her straight from the
shoulder, did you?''
Yes, sir, straight
We'll. wen 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 tray end Of p,t the table table She knew the
when he sought her and told her all
about Pauline and her plans, she list
ened sympathetically, and the fol-
lowing morning the little designer of
from her neighbor and an order for
a Maeterlinck gown. 1t was to be a
twilight gray, with underlays of chif-
fon, old rose and dull topaz and deep