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By DOROTHY DIX
1 OFTEN think that mothers are the
worst press agents on earth, and
that they do far more to queer their
daughters’ fortunes than they do to
boost them
Practically every woman who has girls
is on a still hunt for husbands for them
She wants to see them married off and
settled In homes of their own. with their
shopping tickets assured for life To
this end she attempts to present her
daughters in an attractive light to the
masculine eye. and it Is the blunders
that she makes In this direction that are
so appalling and so pathetic, for nine
times out of ten Instead of casting h
rosy halo about the girl, mother suc
ceed# in robbing her of whatever
charms she has
For instance, the other day J was
at s dinner given in honor of a woman
from the Middle West and her very i
pretty and attractive daughter. There
were several delightful young men pres
ent who were just beginning to get their j
feet well planted on the ladder of sue- ,
cesa. and any one of whom would have
bean a good match for the girl, for they
wore all men with futures
But mother calmly announced: “Ma
bel told them all at home that she
was going to New York In search of h
millionaire, and that no pikers need ap
ply ’’ Possibly the speech wan intended
as a Jest, but It was an expression of
a desire so sordid, so mercenary, so
vulgar that It fell like a wet blanket
over the entire company, and. push it
aside as we might, none of us could see
the girl as anything but a miserable lit
tle fortune hunter, willing to sell her
self to the highest bidder
Left Her Alone.
"That lets us out. doesn’t it?” one
of the young men said with a scarcely
veiled sneer to the other men, "we can’t
qualify In the millionaire class by about
$999,999 75.”
Furthermore, not one of the young
men who was invited to the dinner to
meet this girl paid her the slightest at
tention while she was In the city, al
though they would have liked her and
been nice to her. and made her have a
good time had it not been for her moth
er's assertion that she was in search
of a husband with money. The girl’s
moat malicious enemy could not have
done her a worse turn than her mother
did by her idiotic speech.
Nor is this type of mother rare. I
have known hundreds of women mar
ried tp men In moderate circumstances
»ho made no bones of proclaiming to
any one they knew that they didn’t in
tend that their daughters should marry
peer men and have, to work and econo-
i Ize as they had had to do. A mother
of this sort Is as good a scarecrow to
keep suitors away from her daughters
as human ingenuity can Invent.
The man who has his own fortune to
make certainly does not want to marry
the daughter of a woman who had not
the courage to do her part in assisting
her husband, nor the affection to make
her feel that It Is a privilege to help
bear the burdens of one you love, so the
level-headed man, who wants a wife
who will be a helpmate instead of a
hindrance, keeps away from girls that
l ave been brought up by Buch a mother
Nor does the man who has money yearn
"t> marry a girl whose mother has
:aught her to look at his check hook be
fore she looks at the man. Even a mll-
• ualre likes to think that he was mar-
ed for himself alone, and that the
woman would have said “yes” Just as
lickly whether he had offered her a
iarlem flat or a Fifth Avenue mansion
Another mother who Is a hoodoo to
daughter Is the woman who brags
>out how helpless her daughters are.
nd how tenderly she has reared them.
1 never let Mamie be wakened In the
morning I always let her sleep until
10 or J1 o’clock, until she feds like get
ting up.” "I always keep everything
that is unpleasant from Gladys. She’s
oich a sensitive nature I feel she must
be shielded.” “Sadie couldn't sew on a
button to save her life. I always do that
for her. She really doesn’t knnw how
o hold a needle In her hand “Gwen
dolyn has never put her foot Inside of
the kitchen scarcely. She couldn't boll
water without scorching It. 1 don’t want
my daughters to work as long as I can
keep them from It. There’ll be plenty
of time for them to learn *to cook and
«ew after they g**f married.”
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THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Novelizaiion -sj the Successful Play of ini
Same Name Now Running in New York
Insane Talk.
These are familiar utterances of moth
ers and daughters, and with daughters
at they are anxious to marry off, too.
-»’t that an insane line of talk to hand
out as a recommendation for wives? As
well had a clothing salesman say to a
man, “Sir, I’d like to sell you this suit
of clothes whitfu I can conscientiously
recommend to you as a misfit that you
will regrei taking if you do take It -to
the longest day you live It’s true It’s
pretty and good to look at, or at least
t will be good to look at until It fades,
which will be soon, but It’s utterly no
(•count, and useless, and It will rip and
(ear at the llrHt strain, for It hasn't got
one thread of genuine wool In It, and It’s
shoddy through and through, because
the woman who made If made It that
way.”
What Inspires any woman to think
hat a man that's got sense enough to
he out of a feeble-minded Institute would
deliberately marry a girl who has been
trained to be lazy, and selfish, and In
competent, and worthless, and who Is
neurotic To boot, passes comprehension.
Hut mothers go about advertising these
lisiuallfleations for wifehood In their
laughters, and then are surprised be-
tu«e they have a lot of old maids left
n their hands.
Another Mistake.
Then there are the mothers who think
that the way to catch husbands for their
daughters Is to pile finery they can’t af
ford on the girls’ backs They think
that attracts men, whereas It scares
men off When a sensible man sees a
poor girl dressed like a millionairess he
sets her down as heartless, selfish and
frivolous. He says to himself that she’s
working her poor old father to death to
get good clothes to flaunt .herself about
In, or she’s going In debt for them, or
she's willing to starve the family to
adorn herself, and none of that for him,
thank you. He wants something in a
wife with more to it than a fashion
plate.
• >f course mother means #well She’s
doing the best she can to boost daugh
ter, but she doesn’t understand her
business as a press agent because it
never seems to occur to her to say that
Sallie 1s a nice, strong, healthy girl, who
knows how to work, and Isn’t afraid of
i.* and Is ready to help any young man
that she falls in love with hustle for a
fortune. Yet that's the dope that would
to with men.
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“Jove!” cried Gustavus. "The sight of an angel flying through the air does improve t,>.3 prospect of heaven, and
almost makes a chap wish he deserved Rut, alas! Madame, you must come down to eerth and occupy yourself
suitably here by sitting where I can look at you—without troubling myself to move. For I am extraordinarily comforta
ble—considering the state of my bank account.”
Daysey Mayme and b
By FRANCE8 L. GARSIDE
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Fol
ks
r HE vender of fruit who Is a stu-
I dent in that gentle art of dupllc-
**- ity which has for its object the
ocrviiaser of something which
fs not as it seems, puts a rose-pink net
over a basket of green peaches, and, lo,
the net gives the fruit the tint of per-
fe«t1r,n the purchaser seeks, and he
T»U JTS.
Perhaps those who are students In
human nature will Rome day discover
that the widow s veil In a similar man
ner covers the imperfections of the
woman underneath It tones down that
which is immature and harsh, and
throws the softening Influence of sorrow
over blemishes that would stand out In
uncompromising unattractiveness were
the woman a spinster.
Wouldn’t Put It Off.
In no other way could Daysey Mayme
Appleton account for the manner In
which men are attracted by widows.
The life insurance left by the Dear De
parted may sometimes allure, but statis
tics prove that men are not governed
• ntirely by mercenary motives, the
spinster with an inheritance of ten
thousand dollars standing only half the
chance to wed of the widow whose hus
band netted her half as much
It Is as if the woman who marries
gets the habit, and Daysey Mayme, who
had hoped to he a widow in her next
reincarnation, concluded not to put It
«»rf that long; she would get the habit
now. All she needed was a veil and a
grave; the former was within her means,
tnd the latter would cost nothing
"There are always graves lying around
lnelaimed," said Daysey Mayme. “1
What Has Gone Before.
Having hacked heavily the peace of
Europe Nathan Rothschild Is discon
certed to And that Napoleon tias
burst forth again, and all the bank
er’s outpouring of gold for national
development in England will be en
dangered The hanker hastens to
Waterloo. There are the English,
who have guaranteed to him that the
peace of Europe shall be maintained.
From a height above the field of bat
tle Rothschild sees the whole of A *.
Rothschild sees that the wealth of
the world lies in London, his for the
taking If he can be first on the
ground with the news of the battle
He hurries to l.ondon. and next
morning appeared on the Exchange.
That night he went to bed $10,000
000 richer.
Seven years later a great banker
left Vienna, another Naples, another
F’arls and another London, and trav
eled to a little old house in Jews’
Lane, In Prankfort-am-Main. It
was a gathering of the house of
Rothschild, l’ernaps some king was
very hard pressed for money. '‘Lit
tle Jacob” opposes Solomon’s^jpn
to marry Charlotte off to tho # .i®ke
of Tauntis. He Is backed up Wx Ulu
Gudula.
Now Go on With the Story.
will go C
lut to the cemetery and
adopt
one.”
All of
which explains
why Daysey
Mayme
Appleton passed
through
the
ites of
a cemetery one m
lornlng.
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Ing a widow's veil and carrying a basket
f plants and flowers.
“Grief Is so much more attractive
when new." she murmured, selecting a
rave only recently made, and weeping
over It with one eye, and using the
other like a real widow to gaze at a
man at work In the next plot.
As a gentle tribute to the spinster-
> od from which it had given her means
of escape she planted a border of old
maid, ami was putting In a row of bach
elor’s buttons down the middle when
she felt a sudden grasp of her shoulder
hat jerked her to her feet.
Gets Patched Up.
“What do you mean, you brazen
thing?” screamed a woman In her ears,
'by planting flowers on my husband’s
grave? What was he to you?” shaking
her between every word.
In the weeks that followed when Dav-
et Mayme was being patched up in a
vospital. she told In her delirium of try-
ng to plant flowers, though she planted
cods of suspicion instead, and raved
of how the man in the next plot came
the aid of the real widow and took her
i his arms.
This seemed to hurt worse than the
fractured head and broken ribs
“There is no use In a spinster ever
trying to beat a widow to It.’’ she
moaned.
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Parson—Do you know where little
boys go to when they smoke”
Boy—Yes; up the alley
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Evelyn was eighteen and a Princess
—and a very pr.etty girl, so one would
i naturally guess that her life was a
matter of sunshine and roses, as she
I sat idly on a great stone bench in
the Garden of Hedges at Neustadt
Castle. % The golden sunlight tillered
in cool shadows through the great
box hedges that towered above the
fountain of the little broken-armed
Cupid; on the sun-flecked grass at
the girl’s feet lay the gold-haired
owner of the castle, her handsome
young cousin, Gustavus, the reigning
Duke of Taunus. But that was only
a temporary arrangement, and alas
and alack for Evelyn, Cupid of the
broken arm had a clever left hand
and a trusty bow!
So in the pretty Princess’ great
brown eyes there was a wistful light
because Gustavus* position at her feet
was a temporary affair, as she knew
all too well.
But the little Princess believed in
being happy while she might, and as
the cousins sat there waiting for the
return of Count Fehrenberg, who had
gone to Frankfort to persuade the
hankers there to bolster up the fallen
fortunes of Duke and Duchy with a
loan of 12,000.000 florins, the girl ev
erted all her youthful charm, and
tried to forget Madame St. Georges,
the favorite of the moment, who was
merrily swinging against the back
ground of green and gayly tormenting
her "Court High Swinger,” Baron
Seulberg.
“You Must Come Down."
“Jove!" cried Gustavus. “The sight
of an angel flying through the air
does improve the prospect of heaven,
and almost makes a chap wish he de
served— But, alas! Madame, you
must come down to earth and occupy
yourself suitably here by sitting
where I can look at you—without
troubling myself to move. For 1 am
extraordinarily comfortable—consid
ering the state of my bank account.’
This was added in a lower tone as
he raised dashingly tender eyes to
I the little cousin, who tried to accept
I calmly the intrusion of this angel on
• her brief idyll. Better, she thought,
1 'hat Fehrenberg should return now
i and discuss the details of those tire
some business arrangements than that
! she should have to listen to Gusta
vus' complimenting "that" woman!
’ And Evelyn never # guessed how Fell-'
renberg's mieion was to terminate her
j day-dream.
Jew's Lane is —• eiy Lrvin the
Castle of Neustadt -and pretty Char
lotte, with her family millions, is a
more dangerous rival than Madame
Georges can ever dream of being. Fo,
Evelyn, your smile of relief when tlie
red-coated lackey announces “Count
Fehrenberg” little presages your feel
ings at the drama in which \<*u are
so soon,to be called to take your part.
Of course, every cfae was all impa
tience to hear Feiirenberg’s news; for
the State must sbon meet large lia
billties, and the treasury was in a
sadly empty condition. But Fehren-
berg’s first tidings were calculated to
startle rather than to cheer.
• • •
What, Have You Done?
In eager Impatience the Duke asked
"What have you done, Fehrenberg?”
Perhaps in his great wallet the Count
had concealed vast sums of money.
Fehrenberg was so clever, nothing
was Impossible where he was con
cerned.
Fehrenberg answered: "I have In
vited the Frankfort Jews to lunch
with you to-day. And they are com
ing.”
There was a very expressive silence
for a few moments.
“They are coming here—to lunch—
to-day? Heavens!”* The Duke strug
gled to grasp the magnitude of this
strange departure from the custom
and feeling and precedent of centu
ries. Five Jews from Jews’ Lane to
lunch with the reigning Duke of Tau
nus! But royal blood must fit one
to face any situation.
“Seulberg." said the prince, "may I
ask you to give orders to the steward
to be ready for the caravan when it
arrives?”
"And now. you poor devil, you
must have had a miserable time
yesterday. Tell me all about it."
"I was far from miserable. First
the walk through Jew’s Lane was in
teresting. 1 met stranger persons-
than I have ever encountered
elsewhere.” answered Fehrenberg
thoughtfully. "And here our great
court bankers have their home—
here they always meet when they
have important ventures to discuss.
1 think the* must consider us a mat
ter of grave concern, or they would
not have come from the four corners
of Europe to consider us."
He Has a Pretty Daughter.
(’"'tavus laughed. "You lay too
ir % . stress on the importance of
sa g a duchy, Fehrenberg. This
f'j|w gathering would have been
caMl in any case to discuss the new
barony. Was Solomon from Vienna
there, and what did he have to say?
1 knew him—he has a very pretty
daughter."
“He seems to be their leading
spirit but he said very little, though
his manner was cordial.”
"Oh. yes." said the duke, little
dreaming that the man he ,was so
idly discussing had already perfected
plans for annexing a greater title
than "barin." "Oh, yes. Solomon's
manners are so serenely easy and as
sured that they almost appear to be
good. But nothing matters so that
we get what we want from them.’’
And Gustavus did not reckon how
very much these clever bankers might
want—from him.
"I invited them here, so that we
might the more easily get ‘what we
want’ from them. They will feel out
of their element in Neustadt. and not
quite sure of themselves perhaps. In
their own offices they have us at a
disadvantage. But here—who knows
what may be accomplished?”
A Very Clever Prophecy.
Which was. indeed, a very clever
prophecy on the part of Count Feh
renberg.
"What we propose to accomplish.
Fehrenberg. is to set these Jews to
work at their proper business finan
cing a reigning prince.* But you said
you had invited the ladies of the
family. How many are there?"
"The pretty girl, whom it pleased
your highness to remember." As if.
indeed, Gustavus ever was pleased to
forget a pretty girl! "And the moth
er* Frau Gudula. A very genuine
old woman—I admire her."
Gustavus reflected a minute. Here
was a position calling for a bit of
clever diplomacy.
"Dear Evelyn,” he said, "you know
that I am in great difficulties about
money. Will you help me?”
Evelyn’s great brown eyes grew
lustrous. She had known that the
coming of Fehrenberg would spell
some good for her. "Gustavus, if T
can help you ”
“You can if you will overcome your
one fault. Perhaps, dear, you were
born a century too late. You are
conservative, old-fashioned, maybe.”
The girl’s bright face faded from a
rose glow to a gray* twilight of color,
and Gustavus, who never failed in his
perception of the feminine mood,
added: "But that is, after all, the
fashion i most admired.”
I Am Very Different.
"But I am very* different from
Madame St. Georges.” ventured
Evelyn.
"And yet she is delightful, too—-In
her way."
"I could never amuse you as she
does,” mused the girl, but with world-
old guile, she leaned very clofce, her
white throat pulsing softly, her white
arm close, ('lose to Gustavus on the
old gray stone bench. The duke
glanced idly toward the swing where
Madame St. Georges had found an
other “court swinger” in Count
Fehrenberg. Then he raised his
cousin’s little pink palm and kissed
it very gently*.
"You could interest me as she could
not. And I think you can do some
thing for me that, no one els£ at all
could do. My Frankfort friends are
going to put my money difficulties
right for me. and you can help me
greatly by being polite to them.”
"Of course I will,” said Evelyn,
softly. "That is so little to do for
you. Gustavus.
"Thanks kind little cousin." Gus
tavus kissed the little hand again.
A Coach Has Arrived.
"A traveling coach has Just ar
rived.” called Fehrenberg.
The duke smiled a bit cynically at
the eager girl by his side. "The
Frankfort ers! Your duties begin
promptly, Evelyn! ”
But it was not the Frankforters at
ail. for Instead of those simple folk,
the lackey announced. "Their High
nesses the Prince of Klausthal Agor-
da, the Princess, the Canon of
Rouen.”
Even Gustavus was shaken from
his reserve and from "kingly dig
nity,” and exclaimed in dismay;
"That old High and Mighty and his
retinue—to meet a family of bankers.
What on earth will happen? I must
go to them—”
But it was too late for any diplo
matic measures; for the garden was
already taken possession of by a
stately and magnificently attired man
of 50. followed by a beautiful young
woman in her early thirties, and by a
black-robed canon.
“My dear Gustavus,’’ said the man.
with much ceremony, "we were told
you were in the garden, so we came
to you quite without ceremony. You
will forgive us?”
It is most kind of you,” said RuP
tavus. But he as visioning one of
the least successful luncheons that
had ever graced the halls of Neustadt.
On the Way to Paris.
“We are on our way to Parle .o
live there all the rest of our days.”
cried the Princess in great excitement
"But we could not pass your castle
.without stopping to wish you good
bye.”
"A brief visit—for 1 have business
to attend to in Frankfort this after
noon. You see. I have abdicated. I
have seen too much to enjoy playing
at being a King any longer or. my
petty throne. I was in Paris when
they got rid of their good Louis.”
“But—”
The Prince did not propose to stop
to < onsider amazement at his move.
I am not afraid of the same proc-
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
es9 being applied to me. But I have
watched the growth of a common
democratic strain in this age with
which I have no sympathy or pa
tience. Oh, soon there will be no
lasses In this world. All barriers
are being removed. And the horror of
it all is that the barriers go down at
the hands of those rulers who should
prefer to perish rather than sacrifice
their privileges. For example—the
Emperor in Vienna has lately enno
bled a family of bankers. He has
actually created barons from the
Jews. Now, what do you say f o
that?”
“Lunch With Me To-day.’’
Gustavus had found the situation
sufficiently embarrassing before It
was so clearly defined, but this ©ra^
lion and the sound'of a postillion s
horn just at the close of It made him
feel as if the power of words was a
very inadequate thing.
“You can imagine what we are
coming to,” concluded the Prince
with a flourish.
“My imagination is thoroughly oc
cupied w*lth the anticipation of what
is about to happen when those very
barons of whom you speak so feel
ingly appear upon the scene, as they
will surely do at any moment. They
have accepted an invitation to lunch
with me here to-day!”
The Princess of Klausthal-Agorda
rose in great agitation. Every little
fluted ruffle on her traveling gown of
soft gray taffeta was aflutter in in
dignant amazement. To lose a throne
and to be compelled to lunch with
these Jewish bankers all in one day
was too much for any pretty aristo
crat. Join the bourgeoisie at once
and be done with it, she thought.
Poor, guilty Feherenberg! “I fancy
we heard their coach just now,” ho
said in tone of great deprecation.
Gustavus addressed the agitated
Princess: “I trust that you will not
feel obliged to run away?”
The Prince was quite equal to the
occasion:
“No! No! I have business deal
ings with these people and intend to
see them In Frankfort. I have never
had the pleasure of meeting them—
socially. But it will be convenient—
and interesting to me—to see them
now*—away from their natural sur
roundings We will.' gladly stay to
luncheon.”
And there was nothing else for the
wife of the Prince of Klaus»thal-
Agorda to do: so she acquiesced with
w hat grace she could summon.
To Be Continued Monday.
Up-to-Date Jokes
Fellow Passenger—Pardon me; your
necktie has been sticking out for some
time I refrained from telling you
sooner because those young ladles
seemed so much amused.
Farmer—Thankee; an’ the oil from
that lamp has been droppin’ on that
ight overcoat o’ yourn for the last ten
minutes, but every one seemed so tickled
hat I hated to spoil the fun.
• • *
Murllla- Who is that gentleman you
introduced me to a little time ago? I
didn’t catch his name.”
Millicent—That is the distinguished
poet, Mr. Scrawler. %
Murllla—Indeed! Now I understand
why he seemed hurt when he asked me
who was my favorite poet and I replied
“Shakespeare.”
• • •
“What has become of the big man who
used to beat the bass drum?” asked the
private of the drum major.
"He left us about three months ago."
“Good drummer, too. wasn't he?"
“Yes. very good: but he got so fat
that, when he marched he couldn't hit
the drum in the middle."
H ELEN’S brown broadcloth suit,
In w*hich she had felt so well-
groomed all winter, seemed
suddenly shabby and dusty as she
came out In the bright spring sun
light.
Although she had brushed It be
fore starting out, she stooped over
now and with her gloved hand shook
the front of the skirt, and brushed
one of Pussy Purrmew’s hairs from
her sleeve.
The things that look so well all
winter are apt to look disconcert
ingly shabby on the first bright
spring day. And Helen felt uncom
fortably shabby as she took the car
at the corner and sat down in the
only vacant seat by a woman in an
assertively new light gray suit.
As she took out her carfare, even
her brown suede gloves looked con
spicuously dark and dusty beside the
fresh gray kids that held, with -in
air of superior daintiness, a gold-
meshed bag.
The air^was quite chilly In spite
of the bfflll&nt sunlight. yet the
brow*n suit seemed suddenly much
too warm and too heavy. The reali
zation that spring la far advanced
and that she has no spring clothes
Is a dismaying one to any woman
Helen had started out to get the
material for an afternoon gown,
something in foulard or some soft
summer silk. It would take her two
w*eeks before she could get it made,
and she needed it now.
She left the car and hurried 1n to
McCormick’s. The store was crowd
ed, and the silk counter the most
orow’ded of all.
There was no chance of being
waited on for some time. But Helen
was glad of the opportunity to look
over the many silks displayed on the
counter and draped on skirt forme
over the shelves. She had read and
seen enough of the new* spring
fabrics to know they were gayly col
ored. but In McCormick’s display to
day the colorings w*ere riotous.
Had Nothing Else.
Just w*hv American women should
wear barbaric hues because there has
been a w*ar in the Balkans was not
quite clear to Helen, and she had no
intention of making herself conspic
uous for any such freakish fashion.
But when the clerk was free to
w*ait on he.r she found they had al
most nothing In quiet colorings and ,
small designs. “Everything’s large
figured and bordered this season, he
informed her.
“Then haven’t you something from
last season that is more quiet! ff
“We never carry anything over,
haughtily, with a glance that im
plied she must be a most peculiar
person to want anything from last
season. _ , ,
There was nothing to do but try
some other shop, and Helen hurried
over to Gordon's. But the crowd
around the silk counter here was
even greater than at McCormicks
and the display of colorings and de
signs fully as spectacular
The counters were covered wltn a
confusion of holts, which the over-
rushed salesmen had not had time to
put back. As Helen glanced over
these she started joyfully. Here at
last was just what she wanted-—a
dull pastel blue foulard with a tiny
indistinct white figure.
The bolt was underneath several
others, but on the exposed end was
marked the width and price—“42 In.
$3 00 ” It was more than Helen want
ed to pay, but all the silks were high
this spring, and she was so relieved
to find something quiet amid this
glaring effulgence of color that the
words “Six yards of this, please.’ hov
ered on her lips.
She looked impatiently up and down
the counter, but every clerk had a
customer with two or three others
waiting. Her chances were just as
good with the clerk nearest, her. A
woman w*ho had been w*aiting for
this same clerk now got up from the
seat beside Helen with an audible:
“Well, 1 can’t wait any longer.”
Helen quickly took the seat, glanc
ing up at the clerk to remind him she
was next. But the customer he was
now serving, an excessively stout
woman, with huge dangling pearl
earrings, was plainly taking her time.
“No this isn’t quite what I wanted,”
as she held up a fold of green and
red flowered foulard. “Haven’t you
something else in these same shades
but not quite so dark?”
The Fat Woman.
“I’ve showed ""you everything we
have, madam. answered the clerk
with an unmistakable note of weari-
ness.
“Well, let me see that piece w*1th
the purple figure again. No. that
isn’t the one I meant,” as he drew
out a bolt from a dozen or more
others he had evidently been show
ing her. "Didn’t you show me some
thing with a purple figure on a red
and orange ground? Yes, that’s it,”
throwing an end of the silk over her
arm and viewing it complacently.
Helen gasped as she pictured this
ponderously fat woman in a dress of
that silk.
“I suppose those colors are fast?
I expect to wear it at the seashore—
you don’t think the salt air would
fade it?”
The clerk gravely assured her t.hAt
the colors were fast.
“How wide is this? You said six
yards would be enough, didn’t you?”
“That’s 42 inches, madam. Six
yards is what we usually sell, but
perhaps,” apologetically, "you might
require a trifle more."
"This light is so poor to judge
colors by,” after another ten minutes
hesitation. "Could you take these to
the window?”
The colors were raw and glaring
enough to be seen in any light, yet
the clerk patiently took the three
bolts out In the aisle.
Helen knew now that her chances
for being waited on would be better
with any other clerk, but she was
curious to know just how much more
of this clerk’s time this woman would
have the presumption to take.
“Well, this isn’t quite what I want
—but I suppose I’ll take it,” she mur
mured at length, reluctantly. "You’re
quite sure you haven’t anything you
haven’t shown me that T might like
better?"
“Madam. I’ve shown you every piece
of foulard In stock,” helplessly.
“Well, **ix and a half yards of this,
then.” in an injured tone that implied
she had been hurried to her decision
Helen gave a quite audible sigh of
relief. The clerk measured off th*
silk and took out his scissors.
"Oh, w*ait—just a moment! Before
you cut it—just let me see this other
piece again. I wonder after all if I
wouldn't like this better? Yet I don’t
quite like that striped, effect. There
was one here very much like this
without that— Oh. here it is. Now,
if I could see this in the light."
i Helen knew that If she had been
that clerk she would have screamed.
Rut the clerk, with an imperturbable
face, took the bolt to the light, brought
it back and gazed expressionless into
space, while the woman began again
to pull over all the other silks.
“You didn’t show me that, did you?”
pointing to a* piece the clerk next to
them was showing.
“That’s taffeta, madam You said
you wanted only foulard.”
"Well, of course, if I can’t get what
I want in foulard I may have to take
taffeta. Let me see what you have,
anyway.”
By this time Helen felt that she
herself wanted to shriek, yet with a
perverse curiosity she was deter
mined to see it through. )
With divine patience the clerk now
brought out bolt after bolt of taffeta.
When he finally said "That is all we
have in taffetas, madam,” she again >
w*ent back to the foulards. To have
room to show the taffetas he had put
some of the foulards away. These
he got out once more.
"Well, I really don’t think any of
those are exactly what I want. But
you can give me a sample of this.
And yes—I’ll take one of this, too. Oh, ,
thank you.”
And she walked off serenely. f
With the same expressionless face
the clerk turned to Helen.
"I’ll take six yards of this, please.*'
The astonishingly brisk curtness of
Helen’s voloe was due both to her
tenseness and to a perverse desirs
to emphasize the swiftness of her
decision. She hoped the other woman
heard her.
"Yes. madam,” In grateful appre
ciation as he pulled out the bolt.
But to Helen’s horror, when she
saw the other end, she discovered
that it had a aix-incji border of glar
ing greens and yellows.
Was Thinking Fast.
She gave a little gasp and stared
at It in dismay.
“Oh, wait, just a moment!” am th»
clerk started to measure It oft.
Was there a faint mockery In hi*
glance as he looked up?
"Have you anything like this with
out a border?" Helen asked, timidly.
"No, madam; but I will show vou
what we have ”
Helen was thinking very fast. She
had seen all the other silks as he
had shown them to that woman—
and there was nothing among them.
She could take this and cut the bor
der off! The clerk had placed before
her several bolts and was now watch
ing her with the same, lack of ex
pression. Plainly he was expecting
another siege. Perhaps It wan this
that goaded Helen into saving quick
ly, almost defiantly:
"No, you needn’t show me anything
else You may give me eight vards
of this instead of six. I'll cut off'
the border.”
. measured off the lengths and
held the scissors for a moment, as 1
though expecting her to stop him
again. Then, with a triumphant
he ran ,hpm through the silk.
. ^ * le ^ w0 extra yards had cost her
six dollars, but she had the silk she
wanted And after that woman had
spent three-quarters of an hour and
then taken only samples, it was al-‘
most worth six dollars tit be able • i
say in two minutes: "I’ll take eight
yards of this.” *
amom ? r > t later Helen paid
for the silk and walked out of the
was ' n ' , t h a pleasing sense
of conscious superiority.
Cubist Models.
“Well,” said the artist’s wife ‘Tm
glad on one account that Reginald
nag become a cubist.”
“Why is that?" her friend asked.
. ® he making more moftey than he
did while he was painting real pic
tures?
"No; he really Isn't making as
much, but formerly he had to hire
girls to act as his models. Now all
he needs Is a pile of kindling wood."
Primeval Reproach.
Adam and Eve were leaving the
Garden of Eden.
"It’s all your fault," said Adam.
"It Isn’t, either," replied Eve.
It s your fault. You ought to have
had us put under civil service so we
couldn't be turned out.”
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