Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-04-03

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can well wear the things so eA-
ouisite; for an older lady. no! for
features less chiseled, no! for a
figure less slim, less perfect. ah! but
| MOI" Gesture of horror. But, as
the true bridal veil for the beauty
| of Mademciselle!"
| Gesture of adoring homage. Then,
| with a dramatic drop of the pitch,
Zone hundred and sixty-five francs
| only"
The pretty widow, her back to the
shop entrance. and her eyes upon
| the filmy festoons, took up In some
surprise, "a hundred and sixty-five
] for that piece?
"Piece, AIademoiselle? in a small
| shrek from the saleswoman. THE
piece, you say? All, but no. no, no.
| no, no. no, no." an ascending gamut
of negation, "for the yard, one hun
| dred sixty-five. 1t is much?"
Shrek. TOO much? for Mademois-
| ellie who is Americana and rich. rich,
| rich? And with the exchange. con-
! slider? But! 1t is veritable oc-
F., casion. Behold how I give the lace
"Momma," interrupted the child at
| her knee. holding out his nut
Instantly the swift Frenchwoman
| whisked about.
! ITEMS. | say always 'Mademoiselle'
! and it Is Madame who hesitates to
choose the lace? Behold now the so
charming little boy of Madame,
with Monsieur his Father" Gesture
that offered bouquets of welcome.
/ of congratulations. Of profoundly
| feminine admiration, and of appeal
to Mr.. Laverock, who arrives just
| in, 10 lr,x, INN Noli 10 nlx hn
| marvellous lace for Madame"
| At this embarrassing juncture (as
it must have BEEN the eyes of
Archie Laverock met. turned laugh
ingly but straight upon him, the
| clear brown eyes of young Mrs.
| Wilmot, in a glance of understand
! ing. No mistaking 1t. a glance of
! the feminist mischief.
| Coquetry, pure and simple!
! y look that instantly woke, in the
Rover's mind the thought: Yes!
You tease me because you know
| were in a shop with crowds of
French people near and your little
| boy leaning up against your lap all
the time! But if were sitting out q
dance with YOU on some terrace
, in the moonlight with the band play
ing in the distance and nobody
| there. You wouldn't dare to look at
me like that"
She was pretty. laundering
! pretty. knew it, too. still. why
not? Shed earned any compliment;
and she'd brought a peach of a boy
into the world as well. -"
She seemed to know what the
young man was thinking: the
mischievous half-smile deepened MS
she said quickly in French, Il will
take two yards of this" opened her
silver mesh-bag, and drew out her
! nOte-caSe.
In a flash of resentment Archie
I-averock thought, Damn! Why am
L not the man who has the right to
pay for those frills for her?"
Madame pays?" questioned the
French saleswoman with gesture
that added Not Monsieur ?"
Monsieur set his teeth at the
thought that not only had he no
right but also no three hundred and
1nirty francs to pay for that flounce.
-, But ne said readily enough. "WelI,
1t L can't buy 1t, l can be allowed to
carry it," And carrying the fiat
green carton in which the lace was
Packed up, he followed Mrs. Wilmot
| out AGAIN into the sunshine and the
fish, coffee charcoal and-sea- scented
street.
This time nothing was to be seen
Oh any. of the party from Mon Repos,
me others have disappeared" re-
, marked, IN tone of quiet rejoicing,
the Arrant Rover
HIS eyes sent down a glance of
mischief that more than matched
her glance in the shop Just now,
very thoughtful and nice of them.
At least / think so"
| Useless to deny that at this mo-
ment each was pcrfactly ready To
flirt with the other.
but her idea of Irritation was not
ms. She never intended that the
rest of the afternoon should be n
tete-a-tete barely chaperoned by the
presence of little Marcus.
IL guess l know where those
Clhers are. just the same" she an
nounced laughingly. I'm that tea
yes, there"
The window of the patisserie In
question showed Selma's goddess
ngure spearing gateaux on to a
plate for herself and old Stick-It
Cries of Here they are! At last,
Here! Genevieve." came from the
open upper windows.
among the pinks and blues and
yenows clustered there the late
| corners sat down at the table to
merry meal. Young Laverock told
ninseit ne was glad dear old Stick
II seemed getting on well with this
crowd OF his; just what he wanted
niue feminine society to polish
| MN up! Archie wondered whether
~ would be. the pink or the blue or
.he red-haired girl who was going
20 attract old Stick-It. To himself
! creme these were all, still, a crowd
Oh many voices; the only one he
| differentiated from the others was
mat swedish girl Selma, who stood
out by reason of her height. and al
80 by the enormous sea blue eve.
that-could he be imagining this p
sne kept fastened upon his face m
! ne sat next to little Marcus. hut
ciose beside Genevieve Wilmot
already he had called her bv that
| name; mad launched a manifesto
.hat IN holiday party like this one
ne could not remember which was
h MISS VINO; 1t was so much easier to
say Mabel, or Ethel, or SeIma-or
Genevieve; that was a name vo,,
didn't forget 'o1
| 4, PERSONALLY, consider It an am,c.
tion you'd remember. Genevieve"
declared Mrs. Wilmot, "is fnvaria hiv
.ne name OF the janitors child. $50
Mercy. she broke off. Laughing
VIII you look at Marcus facet"
inc brown Cupid face of Marcus
was Iathered, as If for shaving wifi
pioDs OF thick white cream ONT of the
chou a-la-creme which he was daS
Vouring. His mother bent over hin,
on the one side. striving TO ministar