Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-11-14

| go past. Those happy-lOok1ng
women with smart hats and smiling
lips seemed to belong to different
world. 1t wasn't the cost of their
clothes-Susan's coat had cost a
great deal of money-but it was the
difference in style and in hair-dress-
/ ing. Susan thought it almost sinful
to spend much time doing her hair,
she had gradually slumped until she
brushed her heavy, rather Outlook
ing brown hair into one tight knot,
twisted sleekly off her forehead. She
surveyed one woman who had
waited for her husband, and an odd,
strained feeling CONSTRUCTED her own
| throat as she noted the pleased and
and proud expression that flashed
into the mans face as he ap-
| preached.
Your new suit looks fine" she
heard him say, guess We'll have to
| have a flower for your buttonhole
or wherever women put them"
AS they walked away together
chatting gayly, Susan glanced down
at her old coat; a flower would not
have looked well against the dingy
material. Just then William came
in sight, and she studied his face
anXiously to see if by chance he
would wear that same look. He
smiled at her with a rather forced
gayety, and her heart sank. OF
course, she wasn't pretty, and he
knew it as well as she did.
Now, Susan, this is going to be
my afternoon. You are going to buy
what I select. Well go first for the
hat" said William.
tall, handsomely dressed husband.
She noticed many women glance APP
proVingly at the well-groomed man,
and she felt a fierce resentment
surge up as she caught, also, a grow
ing surprise when those same eyes
fell upon her.
Now" William spoke earnestly as
they walked through the millinery
department of a department store
Il want you to look at some red
hats
"Williamw squealed Susan desper-
ately. But the saleswoman had al
ready turned to the section where
reds of all shades prevailed. Gre
member that I am forty years old"
Don't struggle" smiled William.
you've bought lots of hats to suit
yourself, and today you're going to
get my choice"
The saleswoman returned with a
smart small hat of soft red, and
standing beside Susan's chair she
placed it carefully on the badly done
hair. THAT looks we'll" she remark
ed. IF you would allow a little hair
down on the forehead it would be
more softening," she added thought
fully. "TheO with 2 Vei1--D
II never wear veils," said Susan,
with a longing stare at the hat she
fell, it would be sinful to buy.
Get the right kind of a veil to
go with that" said William. And
when the girl had gone he leaned
down and whispered, you are 60
ing to have a new blue suit with a
bit of red somewhere about it and
tiny fur to put around your neck"
He stopped, evidently thinking hard.
Yes he continued, "a fur choker
is what it is called. You never get
anything nice for yourself. so I've
get to see what you need"
When Susan stepped on the subur-
ban train at 6 o'clock her neighbor,
Frank Smith, glanced at her approx
ingly, but did not bow until she had
rather shyly smiled and nodded.
Good gracious, Mrs. King, I didn't
know you. You look so different to-
night" he stammered, and Susan no.
ticed that he glanced over at their
seat on the trip home with puzzled
look.
The new blue suit was not expen-
sive, although it was trim and well
made. Her low-heeled tan shoes and
smart WOODEN stockings were COM
fU-te bic, but it was the hat that gave
t. finishing touch to Susan. After
<2r.e argument, she had had her
" - Gone in new and becoming
10 that took off years from her
50. and William, surveying her with