Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-08-11
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Seventy Of the darlingest gowns
the very last Paul Poiretl and Paquin
and Worth made before they closed
shop and marched away with their
treatments. You shall see every me
of them"
Hurry. please, my times limited!"
the sergeant parked.
IT should think 1t would be-you're
SO charming" Jane flung back owe
her shoulder. and she raised the tops
Of the baskets. The other women
pushed forward with subdued COOS.
The sergeant plunged his hand un-
der a mass Of colored fluffiness, CROPPED
for q minute, and brought forth a
long roll Of heavy paper. With a
fierce mien, he began to unroll the
bundle.
And these7"
PLANS" Hildebrand's buyer an
plans of whata" The sergeant
glared.
"of gowns. silly! Here-you're
looking at that one upside down!
This way! Now isn't that a perfect
dear of an afternoon gown? Poiret
didn't have time to finish 1t, poor mani
See that lovely basque effect? Every
things 'moyen age this season, you
know"
Jdh0, Will q bIICWU 0lo0lUuB 8lhIICS
at the fiustered sergeant, ratified on,
bringing gown after gown from the
baskets and displaying them to the
choris Of smothered screams of de-
light from the feminine part Of her
audience. One she draped coquet-
tishly from her shoulder and did an
Exaggerated step before the smoky
mirror w this mantelpiece to note
the effect.
Isn't 1t too bad this soldier person
isn't married, so he could appreciate
chievous eye his way. "Of course he
can't be married, or he'd recognize the
plan Of a gown. Clean hands, there.
Mister Sergeant, il you're going to
touch any of these dreams! Here,
let me! Now look at the 'musquetaire'
sleeve-the effect of the WARMTH
tary, you know"
The sergeant was thoroughly angry
by this time. and he forced the sit
uation suddenly nea tragedy. Under
his fingers a delicate girdle cracked
suspiciously.
"Here-your knife! Rip this open;
there are papers Of some sort hidden
here" He started to pass the gown
to n Of his soldiers. Jane choked
back a scream.
mo. no! That's crinoline, stupid
NO papers one Str6Lcueu IOTLH
her arms appealingly. The sergeant
bumped his shoulders and put out his
hand to take the opened clasp-knife.
A plump doll-faced woman, who
possessed an afterglow Of prettiness
and a busting nervous manner, floun-
ced through the doors at this juncture
and burst suddenly into the midst Of
the group caught in the imminence
of disaster.
whats this-what's this7" She
caught sight of the f1ny creation
draped from the sergeant's arm. "Oh,
the beauty!" This in a whisper OF
admiration.
THE last one made by WORTH"
Jane was quick to explain, noting the
Ieergeant's confusion in the presence
of the stranger, and this officer is
going to rip it open in a search for
concealed papers. He takes me for a
spy."
4 Surprised blue ayes were turned
from Jane to the sergeant. The latter
shamefacedly tried to slip the open
knife into his blouse. mumbling an
excuse. The blue eyes bored him
through:
IT call that very stupid, Sergeant"
reproved the angel Of rescue. Then to
Where are you taking all these
wonderful gowns2"
ITO New York" I'm buyer for
Hildebrand's, and"
But, Lady Crandall, this young
woman has no passports-nothing,"
the sergeant interposed. my duty
Bother your dutyl Don't you know
q Worth gown when you see 1t? Now
go away! I'll be responsible for this
young woman from now on. Tell your
commanding officer Lady Crandall has
taken your duty out of your hands.
She finished with az quiet assurance
land turned to gloat once more over
the gowns. The sergeant led his COM
mand away with evident relief.
Lady Crandall turned to include all
the refugees in a general Introduction
Of herself.