Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1916-09-03
MIXED TWEEDs
By CATHERINE CRANMER.

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 Madge would have chosen the sea- shore rather than the mountains, but the doctor said it must be the moun- tains for her mother. So that set tied it, and her father engaged q mountain furnished cottage.
 Madge wanted a tweed hat to match her suit, but her tailor assured her that not scrap of the material could be had from across the water for many moon, if ever. A day or two before her departure she made a tour of the mems hat departments in the big stores, and was delighted to find i in one of them a number of mems tweed hats. They were scattered over the counter, where they had been placed for the inspection of a custom CT, tall man who walked away as Maage approached.
 "Oh, have you got this in a small size?" eagerly asked Madge, as she held up brown hat that would har- 1 moniZe beautifully with her suit.
 "Yes. miss, all sizes" The smiling clerk produced a smaller size. Leaving orders to have it sent home, she stepped over to the store lunch coun- ter nearby and ordered coffee and l sandwiches. On her right, two girls were talking shop busily and scatter ing personalities freely.
 My boss is like somebody crazy to- day." said one, between bits of her cheese sandwich. "First he telegraphs an order for lot of camping stuff, then he cancels it with another tele- gram. and just as I'm dropping the confirming letter in the box he ups and reinstates the order.'
 l "Must be in love-" suggested her companion.
 "John Marchmont in love? Not much," said the other, assuredly. He's in rage cause up in the moun- tains, where his cottage used to be the only one for miles, some gink has built some brand-new cottages and rented them furnished. I heard him tell some fellow that he supposed each family would have so many children or dogs or marriageable daughters that his bachelor quiet would be lost in the shuffle."
 The first day at their cottage Madge and her mother were content to sit quietly on the porch, but the second morning Madge eagerly announced her intention to take long tramp. A lit tie later she came to her mother with a look of intense disappointment.
 ooh, mother, just look!' she ex- claimed, holding at arms length brown tweed hat "They've sent me hat big enough for old King Cole.'
 "But, dearie," said her mother cheerfully, Eff you're sure you tried on smaller one, send this back and exchange it. If you'll hurry you can get it in this mornings mail, for Sandy says the rural carrier gets to our box about ten o'clock"
 Madge wrote hurried note to the department store, and made the hat into a rather awkward bundle. Then she hurried down the winding road to- ward the TOW of mail boxes on the main roadway, half mile distant. When there remained at least one- fourth of the distance to cover Madge saw the little covered mail cart with it's two jogging sorrel ponies steadily approx ching the boxes. She started to run, and moment later she heard somebody else running behind her.
 Looking over her shoulder, she saw a tall man descending the road toward her in long, easy strides. Evidently he, too, was trying to catch the post man, and Madge began to lag in the hope that he would offer to act as re- lay for her, but: to her astonishment, he swung past the next instant with out even a look at her. Thinking only of her desire to get that troublesome hat back to the store, and seeing how impossible it was for her to keep pace with this tall man, Madge called out to him. appealingly:
 "Won't you please take my pack age?"
 The man halted, though the look he threw at her over his shoulder showed plainly that he was confused and dis pleased. With a barely noticeable shrug, he came back few steps and reached for her package.
 Meanwhile, the sorrel ponies had gained on him, and although he yelled vigorously, he was neither seen nor heard by the stolid driver inclosed m the little covered cart.
 "Oh, I'm terribly sorry I delayed you," said Madge, as she overlook him and reached for the offending package and letter. eve half notion now to keep the old hat and wear it, big or little. just for spite at it's mis- chiefmaking"
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