The Washington herald., 1917-05-14

moth ball crunching under his heavy
tread They're all good.'
Good? Look at these"
Need to be half soled."
They've been half soIed. They're not
worth it again" with decision layins
them aside. Now what about this pair
and those old pumps?"
"Oh, well chuck 'em out. That all?
Now for the love of Mike leave me
alone"
The shoes, the overcoat the two suits
and the extra pair of trousers made quite
a presentable bundle for the masculine
contingent of the Salvation Army.
! Helen's contribution was considerably
less: The foulard dress, pair OF old
evening slippers. a chiffon waist-past
eleaning-a vintage black velvet hat, and
decrepit white feather boa.
Warren's clothes she briskly folded into
a neat pile, ready for him to tie up, for
she could never make a presentable
| bundle.
! Her own things she folded up with
! lingering reluctance. She had already
ripped the lace from the foulard dress
and now she decided to take on the but
tons. too. She could use them on some
| thing.
The chiffon waist was made over a
| fine Brussels net. That could be washed
and kept for the lining of another waist.
The canvas shoes were past wearing
but the pearl buttons were as good as
new. A moments hesitation and she
reached for the scissors.
The feather boa? Where had she read
that feather boas made an excellent sub
stitute for down in lingerie pillows. And
down was so high now. Yes, she had
] better keep the boa
Her donation had now dwindled to the
denuded foulard dress. the buttonless
shoes, and the velvet hat, from which, at
the last moment she decided to take of
the rather faded velvet rose.
about through" yawned Warren
from the doorway. Tipping a moth ball
at Pussy-PUrr-Mew, who scampered
after It joyously. Looks a little lighter
now II it clears up we might go out
to the Halsey's after lunch"
Yes: I'm all through-these things are
ready for you to do up. Oh, wait. dear,
7 while we're at it. there's a lot OF ties
here youth never wear" opening a
drawer in his chiffonier. Don't you want
to go through them now?"
No. I DON'T"' with emphasis.
But dear, We must clear out some
tune. II we didn't. we'd get so clut-
tered up"
Here. what're you doing"
I'm just laying out the ones think
you ought to give away. There's no use
Cleaning these-they're all worn by your
scarf pins
With one resentfuI swoop Warren swept
back the ties and banged shut the
drawer.
Now I've given away enough Of my
duds. All these? striding over to the
pile. ready to he wrapped. well. that'I!
do for one day. Where're yours?'
why II didn't have so very much, 4"
apologetically.
Haven't you been too generous?" as
! his satirical glance took in the denuded
dress. the buttonless shoes and trimming
less hat. That layout would disgrace
any self-respecting rag bag"
A deep flush famed Helens face al
the realization of the shabby meager.
ness OF her offering.
"As a lady bountiful you're about ten
degrees below zero" with caustic sar.
casm. They'll be overcome with graft.
tude when they get that donation! Co
ing to have the nerve to put your name
on II? Clearing out, Ell? That means
giving away my perfectly good things
and holding on to every old rag you've
had since the year one!''
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