Not long ago a lady was choosing a
hat, with the usual uncertainty of mind
as to the kind of hat she wanted or
whether. Indeed, she wanted a hat at
all. After trying on nearly every mod?
el lu the shop she pounced with glee on
one she had overlooked. "Here's some?
thing pretty!" she said. "Why did you
not show me this before?" Without
waiting for an answer she appealed to
her patient friend. "There's some style
about this, isn't there? How do I look?"
The friend distinctly sniff ul. "lt
makes you look a hundred, and it's
very dowdy," she said.
The other tried the hat at another an?
gle. "It is rather dowdy," she admit?
ted at this Juncture. "Perhaps I won't
risk it after all."
A voice from behind ber made its
third attempt to gain a bearing. "If
you've quite done with my hat," it said
very bitterly, "I should rather like to
put it on!"
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The Wentern Reserve.
In the early days of the Hayes ad?
ministration, when Mr. Evarts was
secretary of state, the members of the
cabimt were discussing matters In an
informal way one morning when thc
president mentioned that he had made
a few appointments without consulting
his official family, the appointee, being
personal friends. All the places tilled
happened to fall within the state de?
partment. Secretary Evatt, turned to
John Sherman and said, with a twin?
kle In his eye, "I have ofte;, heard and
read about the wi stern reserve of Ohio,
but 1 must confess that I have never
seeu any of it."
Sterilizing Batter.
