The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-09-17

1890
ing. She smiled good naturedly,
arose and began to slip off her cos
tune. This was Helen Spencer, as
Mrs. Rogers knew. She had fitted
many dresses for her before.
"They promised me the dress
would be delivered Friday morning,
said Helen Spencer.
"Oh. it will be ready on time
I'm going to pin the part I didn't
get basted so you cali see exactly
how it will look. Well have it out
for you Friday all right"
She slipped the bright lace over
the girls shoulders and carefully
eased the folds into place. Helen
Spencer considered her reflection in
the mirror with satisfaction.
I'm crazy about this color" she
said musingly.
Beautiful" Margaret Rogers
agreed. Then, with the instinct of
her trade, she added, "And so be-
coming!"
do you really think SOP"
Indeed I do. You've got the
complexion for it."
To hundreds and hundreds of
customers Margaret Rogers had
said that. You've got the COM
plexion for it," The thought
seemed to flatter womanhood from
II to 70.
a customer who had just received
a compliment stood more patiently
and was less inclined to be
querulous. Margaret Rogers had
learned that trick long ago.
Nov If you'll just turn to the
left, please
nOWN on her knees Margaret
II worked swiftly, placing pins in
the silken folds. She smoothed,
patted, readjusted and then stood
back admiringly.
Its perfect, Miss Spencer" she
said. Just perfect"
The girl in the flaming sheath of
lace studied the mirror.
Yes" she said finally, 'I think
it is, I like the way that frill goes
and it does make me look divinely
slim. I believe I like this better
than the blue or white one"
The blue and the white we're two
other evening gowns which Helen
Spencer had bought the week be-
fore. They had been altered slight
" and delivered without the need
Of the fitting.
Il can finish it up now the way
I've pinned it." Mrs. Rogers said.
You won't need to come in again. .
Il know what I'm going to dol"
Helen Spencer decided. I'm going
to wear this the first night on ship
board"
"oh, you're making an ocean
trip?'
Next week. Didn't you know?
They had my picture in the paper
yesterday. Mother and I are to be
gone for three months and I'm so
excited.
You see, I finished high school
last month and it's a graduation
present. I'm so thrilled! just think
of all the grand-looking men I'm
going to meet. I'm sure European
men must be thrilling. Maybe I'll
come back engaged-or married."
Mrs. Rogers smiled.
What school did you go to?"
western. Father thinks I ought
to be home to start college this fall.
but I'm not very much interested
in school. I think it would be lots
more fun to get married"
The girl talked on. but Margaret
Rogers now was working mechani-
cally. She did not mention the fact
that her own daughter just was
graduated from Western.
That's all, Miss Spencer, thank
you. I'll see that the dress reaches
you on time. And I hope you have
a lovely trip"
"Oh. thank you'll"
Margaret picked up the coral
frock and went back to the sewing
room. She had to go slowly. holding
to the wall. She was horribly afraid
another attack Of weakness was
coming on.
She put the dress down, went to
the open window and leaned against
it. Her fingers gripped the sill.
You must not! You must noti"
Margaret told herself determinedly.
She closed her eyes and the cool
breeze touched her forehead. 1t was
refreshing. She tried to breathe
deeply and when she opened her
eyes again the room was not reel
ing crafty, but was steady.
Margaret went to the cooler and
drew herself a glass of ice water.
She drank it and returned to her
place at the table.
A woman across the room
watched her uncertainty.
You don't look like you felt
well, Margaret. Is there anything
can get for you? Maybe you'd bet
ter go in and lie down
n
MRS. ROGERS shook her head.
IVA I'm all right" she insisted.
"Nothing's the matter.
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