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Show Finds Fault With tha Cloak. New York Times. She was an uncommonly pretty girl, to be sure, but her beauty would have found fewer admirers in any other cloak. The day was one of these ugly, gray affairs, that give the most aggravated ag-gravated symptoms of la grippe to everybody who has the least imagination im-agination or a proper senso of the fitness of things. The steaming fog was taking tbe kinks right out of every other woman's hair, but around the smooth white brow of the girl in scarlet wrap the little curls grew tighter, tight-er, the waving tendrils wavier. Neither blonde nor brunette, but with a clear, fair skin, a healthy red in her cheeks and big brown eyes full of mingled honesty and coquetry, the eyes that belong be-long to the girl, pure, sweet and true hearted, in whom has just awakened a delightful preception of her power and a mischievous enjoyment in its exercise. exer-cise. Crowning the curls was an odd little hat of scarlet crepe, pelticoated with black lace of delicate tracery. A fan of lace stood up behind, supported by a little gold serpent erect anil on the top of its tail. But the cloak it w as of scarlet, broadcloth; a revised Conne-mara Conne-mara in shape. It flew open at the bottom bot-tom and showed the lining of scarlet satin. A huge gold cord, with heavy tassels edged tho yoke and tied in long loops and ends in front. Full gathers made the shoulders very high. The yoke and high collar were braided with gold, aud all about tho foot of the circular cir-cular ran a deep gold border spangling in fantastic excursions up toward tbe waist. |