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Show Father Getting 1 Fitted 1 By CLARA DELAF1ELD J , lii4, Wuttn Nawapaper Union.) (U, CHILDREN I" Mrs. Robert-son Robert-son fulrly gobbed. "Father's new suit hns come home." The twins, May and Ethel, frowned. That meunt hard times In the Robertson Robert-son family for several days to come. Futher arrived home soon after. "Hello, here's my new suit I" he exclaimed ex-claimed eagerly. "111 be able to wear It tomorrow, then. That high-priced tailor Jones recommended me to certainly cer-tainly Is one good little fitter." Father took the suit upstairs. Mother Moth-er and the twins heard him grunting and grounlng. Presently be came down. "W'hnt't the matter, deur?" asked mother. "The darned fool never did a thing to these sleeves. Look, they're In wrong 1 They want to be turned so." "Are you going to take It back to hliuT It seems a pretty good Qt to me." "lluh, that shows how much a woman wom-an understands about a mini's clothes. Look here! The lining's too loose. And the trousers are uneven lengths. I'm going to give Simpson a piece of my mind I" Next morning father went oft with the new suit In a parcel That night was a very distressing time. Father kept lamenting about his suit. "Eighty dollars I" be snorted. "And Simpson tits no better than Green-berg, Green-berg, the corner tailor 1" Next evening the suit vens buck again. Father took It upstairs to try It on and came back In a fury. "Look at It 1" he Bnorted. "Just look at It I First the right sleeve wns too long and the left too short, and now the left's too long and the right's too short. I'm going to get my money buck or sue Simpson." "Why don't you wear It a day or two aud see how you like It, dear?" asked mother. "Wear It? I I" "Couldn't you make Simpson alter It Just as you want It?" "No I That man has the head of a pin. It's no use going back to him. Throw It on the dustheap!" shouted father, flinging the suit on the floor. "Take It out of my sight I Never let me see It again! That's what conies of trusting Jones to find a high-class tailor for me I Well, what are you waiting for? Take It away I Give It to a tramp I" Mother picked up .the suit and carried car-ried It away to one of those mysterious mysteri-ous places that only housewives know about. Father was In a terrific rage all the i evening. "Eighty dollars thrown away !" he snorted. "No use suing the fellow 1 He'll get out of It one way or another. They're a slippery lot, those cheap tailors. He's simply digging his own grave with bis needle, because he'll never keep any of his customers If he treats them thui way !" Father grumbled and complained for several days. "Ill have to wait for a suit now till I've saved up eighty dollars more," he would say. Or, "I'm trying to raise twenty-five to have a suit made by Oreenberg, on the cor ner. Those little fellows fit you best nnd they haven't big rents to pay." Three weeks passed. Father had stopped grumbling. Mother said: "My dear, did you remember we are going to the Wllliamses tonight? Your suit looks rather shabby." "I know it does," said father, "but whnt are you to do when there ln't a tnllor can make a suit thnt fits? I'll have to go Into the tailoring business." Mother produced something in a pa per package. "Why not wear this Just for this evening, deor?" she suggested. sug-gested. "The Wllliamses won't notice It's a misfit by the electric light." The twins grinned at each other. "Well, I suppose I may as well," said father. f He took the suit and went upstairs. They heard him grunting nnd groan Ing as he got Into it. Mother smiled. Presently futher reappeared. "Why, my dear, I never saw you look so nice!" said mother. "I don't think that suit's such a terrible mis fit after all." "Misfit?" said father. "Of course It Isn't. I wish you wouldn't try to persuade me that my clothes don't fit me. This Is the best-fitting suit I've ever had In my life." |