Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-23
.0NsIDER hats.

~ONSlDEh mats.
Il That IL what one man was
\ doing the other day-a finc
man, as rich as Midas before
history coined Midas into gold--and
with such artistic taste that all his
wife had to do was to seat herself In
the millinery studio they were patron
Using while he went around from
model to model to select something
becoming to her styie--entirely re-
gardless Of price tags.
Isn't 1t wonderful what some peo-
pie can do?
Finally he selected a dream in
shane, color and fabric-a creation
exhibited all to itself on one Of those
individual standards which symbolize
CLASS" And the clerk tried 1t on
the wife.
1t was perfect beauty. And 1t
couldn't have suited her better II she
had gone to Paris for It. Which. you
will have to admit, would be going
some. So the man ordered 1t without
even asking the cost. and the clerk
was boxing it, when-you know how
things happen when you least ex-
pect it?--the milliner hustled into the
deal with the information that the
hat belonged to a customer who mad
taken It off to try on new one. And
that is all there was to it., except
that
Oh, work-a-day women, dear, sup
pose you had husbands who would
not only let you have all the hats you
need without grudging, but would
actually pick them out without look
ing at price tags?
wouldn't it be perfectly-grand?
rrHEY bungalow in the suburbs
Vanity Fair section-and they
were having what the slums call
SCRAP, The woman had reached the
high water threat, measured by tears
ito leave the house forever" and the
man was looking around the room as
II to consider the possibilities OF
bachelorhood
1t was a place of twilight shadows,
except for the pink radiance OF
shaded lamp. radiance which
showed that the dusk had caught him
in his business clothes and that the
woman, pacing nervously across the
floor from gray shade to pink light
and back into gray shadow again,
was wearing white chiffony thing
with sparkles around her throat Be-
fore making his turn at the next re-
mark the man blew gray smoke
ring upward to join the gray that was
dusk:
what do I want with house full
of junk. not counting the phono-
graph?"
"You can bring-bring your-Eliza-
beth hereto live with YOU"
Don't trouble to arrange my at
fairs. Elizabeth will not come here"
Then I sup-suppose you will go
to-Elizabeth."
Probably"
"Oh, to think you can say that to
my very face! And was so happy
in this fools paradise until saw that
letter."
Envelope" corrected the man.
You neeuH TcIulHu huc. " hSh
saw that woman's name-in your own
handwriting-it shriveled my life to
ashes"
(which shows how unwise 1t Is for
a woman to NEEDLE with her hus-
bands mail"
II didn't. did not. The despica-
BILE thing had fallen under your desk,
where you threw 1t after plotting it,
and I picked 1t up to put it in the
waste basket, and-oh, my head-my
heart!"
II notice you are not paying any
special attention to my head and
heart" The man made his protest
with an ironic sigh The woman
stamped foot that he knew without
seeing was white satin and highest
French heel.
"You are trying to drive me crazy
with your taunts-I can't find words
for your disloyalty."
''Why not try silence for q change? p
p" The woman choked up and paced back
into the shadows and the man blew an
other smoke ring.
ITO think how l nave worshipcd the
very ground you walked on--and now
that I must give you up-forever."
"Why to that extent?'
because I am your wife. And