Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1918-09-27

moment. 81 had an inspiration for
gown for Miss wainwright"
"Adorable, Lucky Bert! Could we
see it,"
"Rippingi' smiled Bert. "And here
l am all logged out for hike. Is it
as nice as this?" smoothing out her
old brown corduroy.
The faintest frown appeared on Reg
gie's brow. but the girls hastily arose
from the table and all proceeded into
his designing room, and the manikin
was wheeled into view. Mildly inter-
ested. Bert wanted Ouida to try it on.
so they took it into their room. Re-
/ turning soon, Ouida pirouetted before
the admiring designer.
She was more than beautiful. The
adventure lent an unusual glow to
cheek and lip; her black curling hair
was lOOsened up little, and tiny ring
lets framed her face and fell on her
white neck.
superb. A dream" murmured the
enthralled Reggie. dropping on one
knee to fix a place in the hem. There
was knock at the door and Miss
wainwright was called ont.
"What a wonderful talent, Mr.. San
terre. It's an exquisite pleasure to be
your manikin. l am really crazy about
beautiful Clothes" said Ouida, as she
admired herself and the gown in the
mirror. "And doesn't it make the big
gest difference in one? Why, I'm al
most good lOOking" she observed in
nocently.
you are beautiful, Miss Laurent /;
and so appreciative."
"Oh. Bert is appreciative."
'Oh, Bert is ppreciative-indeed she
is, but she simply does not care for
clothes. Now, I've always liked to try
things on. l go to the shops and try
on things just to enjoy being fused
over. 81 think, Miss Louise, you'll have
to keep this, and l will design some
thing else for Miss Wainright-sOme-
thing with-pockets."
Bert pushed the door open, saying
rather coldly: They've called for me.
Will you folks mind if tear myself
away?" Then, her eyes falling on the
afrighted Louise: my, but you're a
beauty. Ouida. That ought to be yours.
Well, so long; sorry I'm so rushed"
And she hurried away, leaving the
man and the manikin to talk dry
goods to their hearts content.
Bert met an Old-time friend and a
seasoned hiker, Mary Gregory, at the
end of the car line. and they trudged
Off into the country.
That evening Bert wrote long.
frank. sisterly letter to Mr.. Santerre,
| although she expected to see him at
least every day for few days, ex-
planning i'm the kindest manner possible
that they were unsuited to each other !;
that she could not think of standing
in the way of his ambitions, and per-
suading him to seek larger field for
his unusual talents. She also told him
that she and Mary Gregory were going
to France to assist in the work that
Mr.. Henry Allen was trying to do for
the Kansas soldiers, winding up with !:
"And I'll kiss you goodbye like little
sister if you'll get the suit with the
pockets ready before l CO."
In the night she was awakened by
q little sob.
"Bertie. feel meaner than dirt !!
Aren't you q little sorryT"
"Sure thing. Ouida, old pard; but
it's only a wrench, and as time goes
by Wen all honor me because l had
the nerve to do the thing that's going
to make us all rise up and call me
blessed. Mary and are going to look
for Dick Gregory over there. He likes
to hike, and he-likes corduroy. Now,
will you cut out the weepy stuff and
go to sleep?"