Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-04-29

of fashion, until a final. unskillful cam
paign at dyehouse had left it in a
condition certain to attract much at
tention to the wearer. Mrs. Schofield
had considered giving 1t to Della, the
cook; but had decided against it. be-
cause you never could tell how Della
was going to take things. and cooks
were scarce.
1t may have been the word medic
val" Tin Mrs. Lora Rewbush's rich
phrase) which had inspired the idea for
a last and conspicuous usefulness; at
all events. the bodice OF that once sal
mon dress, somewhat modified and
moderated, now took a position, for it's
farewell appearance in society, upon
the back, breast and arms of the Child
Sir Lancelot.
The area thus costumed ceased at the
waist. leaving a Jaeger-like and I'M
medieval gap thence to the tops OF
the stockings The inventive genius of
woman triumphantly bridged 1t. but
in a manner which imposes upon his
tory almost insuperable delicacies OF
description. Periods father was an
old-fashioned man: the twentieth CEN
fury had failed to shake his faith IN
red flannel for cold weather. and II was
while Mrs. Schofield was putting away
her husbands winter underwear that
she perceived how hopelessly one OF
the elder specimens had dwindled, ana
simultaneously she received the In
SEPARATION which resulted in a pair OF
trunks for the Child Sir Lancelot and
added an earnest bit of color, as well
as a genuine touch of the middle ages.
to his costume. Reversed, fore to aft,
with the greater part of the legs cut
off, and strips of silver braid covering
the seams. this garment. she felt, was
not traceable to it's original source.
When it had been placed upon Pen-
rod the stockings were attached to It
by system of safety pins, not very
perceptible at distance. Next, after
being severely warned against stoop-
ing. Penrod got his feet into the slip
pers he wore to dancing school-'pat-
ent-leather pumps now decorated
with large pink rosettes
They fastened some ruching about
his slender neck. pinned ribbons at ran
dom all over him. and then Margaret
thickly powdered his hair.
oh. yes. that's all right" she said,
replying to a question put by her
mother. They always powdered their
hair in colonial times Besides. pow
dered hairs always becoming. Look at
him. You'd hardly know it was Pen
rod"
The pride and admiration with which
she pronounced this undeniable truth
might have been thought tactless, but
Penrod, not analytical, found his spirits
his range of vision and, though he had
submitted to cursory measurements of
his person, week earlier lie had no
previous acquaintance with the cos
tune He began to form a not IN
pleasant mental picture of his appear
ance, something somewhere between
the portraits of George Washington
and vivid memory of Miss Julia Mar
lowe at a matinee of Twelfth Night"
He was additionally cheered by a
sword which had been borrowed from a
neighbor, who was a Knight of Pythias.
Finally there was mantle an old
golf cape of Margarets. Fluffy polka
dots Of white cotton had been sewed
to it generously: also it was orna-
mented with large cross of red fan
mel. suggested by the picture of a
crusader in newspaper advertise
ment The mantle was fastened to his
shoulder Chat is, to the shoulders of
Mrs. Schofield's ex-bodice) by means of
large safety pins. and arranged to hang
down behind him. touching his heels,
but obscuring nowise the glory of his
facade. Then. at last. he was allowed
to step before mirror.
1t was a full-length glass, and the
worst Immediately happened 1t might
have been little less violent per-
haps. II Penrod's expectations had not
been so richly and POLITICALLY idealized;
but, as things were, the revolt was
volcanic.
Victor Hugo's account of the fight
with the devilfish. in "Toilers of the
oncouraoas hoIiaf tbot l.a