The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-03-23
Dress Dp-~The Familiar Miracle, by
Lew Hahn, Editor of Women's Wear

all He'll pust he place peoplcd by
Office boys They laugh at Inc openly
make fun or my clothes and refuse
To announce me TO their employers.
II | could reach Senator Curran or any
Of The big men IN the electrical field.
II would he easy 10 convince them Of
the value OF my invention. for the
model speaks for Itself, but am with
out money. and cannot endure more
Eroak II 10 mother as gently as you
can
"Grod-byc. The river is always
hOspllable.
JAMES BRUET---FailiIrc. -
=" Ii. finished the note. BrucI felt
tho harshnrSa OF his mood melting in
II Hood Of Self-pity that pushed unman-
ly tears over his eyellds and spat-
tered them on The paper.
Suddenly there sounded a sharp
tattoo on his door. followed by quick
footsteps In The hall. Quickly rising,
he str0vp 10 cIface the marks OF his
emotion. then stepped In the door.
Flinging II wide npen. he pGercd into
tho dark precincts OF the hall. No
one in sight. lie stepped forward
and stumbled over something close TO
The threshold. The light from his win
dow fell upon mound Of packages
piled on the floor.
For moment he surveyed the
heapgd UP parcels in establishment
and then his returning wits told him
some careless delivery man had left
them at the wrong address Ills first
impulse was to rush down stairs and
make the mistake known. hut even rs
he moved To put The thought into aC-
ton. there came IN his ears the sharp
staCcatO cough of the delivery motor.
There was nothing to do but take the
parcels into his room and hold them
until tho delivery man discovered his
error and returned.
Bruel piled the packages on the bed
where they resolved themselves into
large cardboard box, such rs cloth
iers employ in the delivery OF their
goods, hat box, a box which obvious
~ contained shoes and several other
parcels. including one which could not
conceal the lines Of n walking stick.
All bore the same name and that OF
an uptown avenue easily confused with
the street below his window. although
one stood for wealth, the other for
poverty.
He isat on the broken chair and
stared moodily at these messages from
another world-a world in which mer
claimed SUCCESS and money as thell
due, and bought fine clothes to wear
with light hearts. surely, he reflect
ed. theirs was different world than
he had known. Not that BrueI enviet
any man his success, much less his
clothes. AS n matter OF stern fact
Bruel had never had much time for
clothes. To him clothes were just 9
covering In some milder clime-un-
trammeled by conventiOn-he might
have done without, and, even then
clothes could not have troubled him
less than they had. for it must be
owned he seldom gave icogent thought
to what he wore. Back somewhere in
his mind. however, was fixed belief
that the man who really did things
never had time to fuss about his APP
pearance. That could all be done
very we'll by adherents of the wrist
watch who had little more 10 do than
convince themselves that each hour
had sixty dragging minutes.
Now. however. as he studied the
packages on the bed Bruel could not
refrain from contrasting his own
wretched condition with the probable
fortunes OF the chap who had pur,
chased all this new outfit. 1t seemed
to him a hit unusual. almost cere,