The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1917-09-22

The Woman From the Country was
visiting her niece in the city. She was
| letting nothing escape her. Land
sakes," she whispered. nudging her
niece, and pointing with an out
stretched forefnger, Tets tell that
poor thing she's losing her stocking
It's plum down over her shoe topaz
the other ones the same"
Her niece smiled a polite, tailor
made smile. why, that is the style,
auntie All of the girls are doing it"
The Woman From the Country snort
ed and tossed her head. What! The
style to go with our stockin' hangin'
down In that shif'less manner, to say
nothin' of it's bein' indecent! Well
| if that's style, 1 don't want none of it!
Why-what do you suppose your Uncle
Henry would say if 1 was to go home
with my stockin's hangin' down like
Sal Skinner that we used to sing about
an hers only shoe string at that!"
The niece turned her head away to
smile at the vision cOnjured up by her
aunt's indignant revolt against one Of
the seasons fashions.
My shins would be blue with cold
grieYed tone.
But you don't have to wear them
that way" her niece fastened to as
sure her ct is not compulsory. you
know"
'Hur?"
81 say, it is not compulsory.
'T don't know about it's not bein'
compulsory, but it's not modest no.
how"
Seeing that her aunt was still quiv-
ering with indignation, the city woman
suggested the matinee to her. First
we will have our lunch, and then we
can go over to the opera house and see
a good feature picture show" she told
her.
After they were shown their table In
a fashionable hotel grill room, the
| Woman From the Country insisted up
on taking OF her hat, declaring that
| she had never been able to eat with
| it on.
"It's-it's-a little unusual" the
niece demurred, and then, glancfng at
/ the funny headgear of dead and gone
period, she consented. When the hat
had been removed and given in charge
of a polite waiter. after many assur-
ances on his part OF its safety, the
Woman From the Country applied her
self to the menu.
Her niece looked approvingly at her
hair, which was brushed severely and
Sticky back from the forehead, and
done in q neat, tight little wad at her
neck
why, who did your hair for you,
auntie?'' she asked in pleased surprise.
81 done it myself, same's been doin'
for 40 years" was the reply.
"But it's the very latest style In hair
dressingI Even Nine - couldn't
have done 1t betteri"
You don't say So WE'LL don't
never aim to be the stylishest person
on earth, but try to keep along pretty
we'll" and the Woman From the
Country plumed herself, and drank her
coffee with her little finger crooked,
Just to show that she knew what was
what! Let Sairy Wilkins air it over
her now!
Suddenly she nudged her niece
Look at that she whispered excited
~. That girls got on boots-with
red heels-and she's got on red
stoekin's| kin see several inches Of
'eml I guess she's little girl with q
Woman's hgger."
Just then the booted person turned
around, and the Woman From the
Country found herself looking into the
face OF 3 woman her own age. or older,
the wrinkles looming up even through
the powder and rouge that besmeared
the ridiculous old countenance-
The Woman From the Country was
speechless, and turned to her luncheon
With redoubied fury
: When she and her niece we're finally
On the Esy to the theeter, the nice