THE VALUE OF STYLE.

Kumara Times, Issue 1153, 9 June 1880, Page 3

THE VALUE OF STYLE.

It is a little singular that however many styles of hat man may buy, any one of (hern will do on a pinch. It is different with the other sex. A hat must be in the style, and the style must be clearly defined, or the hat itself cannot be worn. This matter has come to me in vague form for several years, but on Saturday night it was brought very vividly to ray notice. Miss Houniker of ourstreet.is a vivacious young lady and a friendly neighbour. She came to see my wife last Saturday night. I was in the next room grating horse-radish. I overheard a conversation between the two which opened my eyes considerably, and furnished me with an explanation of some things I had not before understood. The Sunday before I was surprised to hear my wife say she was not going to church. Pressing her for an explanation I learned that her hat was out of style. “ But I thought,” I said, “ that you got a hat but, a few weeks ago.” She admitted this, but that was a fall hat. This set me thinking, but not in a definite way. I said, rather bewildered, “What does that matter? you wore it last Sunday.” “ I know I did,” she answered. “ Well, then,” I added, still in the dark, and getting farther into the mire, “ what is to hinder your wearing it to-day 1” “ Because it ain't in the style.” she answered. “ But, great heavens I” I answered, “ if one week ago it was all right, what is to hinder it from being all right today 1” Then she burst into tears and I dropped the matter. The conversation between her and Miss Houniker on Saturday night was in regard to attending a sociable on the Wednesday evening of this week. My wife did not Know certain whether she could go. Miss Houniker was sure she could not go. The reason, mainly, that led Miss Houniker to this conclusion was that while her silk was a brown—the silk she designed to wear—her hat was grey. My wife could not go also. Her hat was an autumn hat, full as warm to the head as could be a winter bat, and she felt that it was not right for a Christian, one who belonged to the Church and tried to be regular, to wear a bat in the winter that was especially | designed for (he fall. She did’nt think I the angels in heaven would approve of that. She did not say so, of course, but I knew (hat must be the feeling by 7 by the way she spoke. lam sorry for the angels in heaven.—Danbury Hews.

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