The Washington herald., 1920-01-18
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The wedding trip took them by boat
to New York. Doris was ecstaticaly
happy in the metropolis. She adored
the shops and the smart people and
the restaurant life. The endless
parade of fashionable motors on Fifth
avenue fascinated her and she could
hardly wait until she reached her new
home to ride in her own car. which
Stewart had promised her. AS 1t was.
she looked with such appealing eyes
Mt the motor rack every time they
left the hotel, that Stewart in
diligently ordered a taxi for even
brief ride around the corner. She
would snuggle into its broad cush-
Toned seat with evident enjoyment and
catching his amused eye, invariably
explain:
Il do hate to walk. l reckon l must
be lazy. but riding is so much nicer.
Mama never walks a step"
Recalling ''Mama.'s" generous pro-
portions, Darlington was moved to
demonstrate.
"A certain amount Of walking is
good for you. Doris. You have a
charming figure now, but you must be
girls who do not care about ath-
letics."
"wouldn't you love me II was
fair Doris would pout
I'D love you II you were an
Amazon" Darlington vowed. but
his eye would travel apprehensiveIy
to the slim waist which his arm
could completely encircle-
The opera season had opened. and
Darlington. who was a lover of
fine music, took Doris to hear Tet-
razzini. Though too early in the
season for the ultra-fashionable au-
dience, a smart throng filled the
auditorium. Doris was fascinated.
She had never seen quite such won
derful, or extreme, costumes, or so
many jewels. Her shining eyes and
flushed cheeks made her a con-
spicuous little figure even in her SIM
pie evening gown.
II didn't like the opera quite as
well as the Follies we saw last
! night" she confided naively to Car
rington in the taxi on the way home,
ct Tetra-whateyer her name
is-shrieks so. and there isn't a tune
in the whole show, is there? But
weren't the women in the audience
wonderful? Oh, Stewart do buy me
some of those gorgeous clothes"
Darlington was conscious of a stab
OF disappointment, but alter all, he
reflected. opera is an acquired taste.
1t was natural that she should have
/ preferred the frothy nonsense of a
girl-and-music show.
she will learn" he told himself
consolingly and kissed the coaxing
mouth. We will go to the shops
tomorrow" he promised.
The pale gray and cream salon of
one of the smartest costumers Of
Manhattan, made Doris i'll at ease.
In the pier glass opposite. her re-
Election seemed yer ysmall and COL
orIess in contrast to the svelte
saleswoman and the perfectly turned
out models who glided with languid
step aver the gra yvelvet carpet
Aren't they wonderful" she
whispered to Darlington.
Some queens!" he returned care
iessIy. New York girls have an I'M
mistakable chic thta shows every
other woman in the shade. You can
pick them out of a million and not
go wrong"
Doris's little pointed chin quivered.
More than ever she felt out of place
in this exotic setting. But to cover
it, she assumed a little air of ma
tronly assurance and demanded
models and yet more models until
even the superior saleswoman aban-
doned her lofty patronage in awe of
this difficult person.
When she had finally decided upon
a rose brocade evening wrap with a