The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-08-06

excepted But there was not any help for
him-go in he must, and at length, after a
full half hours hesitation, he screwed up
his courage and dived bravely into the re-
cesscs of Madame Lavigne's aristocratic
| Sanctum
"How can I serve ?" Esped the lady
herself, a high shouldered dame, all
flowers, and ribbons, and rouge.
| L want party dress made for lady,
said Charley, producing his brown paper
parcel.
"Ah, indeed What is the material
grenadine, taffetta, tulle or organdie
What style would you prefer, a PEugenie,
Pompadour, or surplice? Trimmings en-
bouillon, | suppose"
"Just what you please, am, said Mr..
Byron, literally overwhelmed by the glib
tongue Of his interlocutor. At this instant
the carriage of a well known millionaire
lady paused at the door, and madame
| rushed to the inner room to summon the
auxiliaries.
Elizabeth Lizziel child, come and
take the gentleman's orders, quick, while
l wait on Mrs. Hartell, Hurry now
you're always so slow"
| slender little thing of about II glided
from the close, furnace like work-room,
with the thimble yet on her finger, and
stood with downcast eyelids and timid air,
| awaiting Mr.. Byron's orders.
She was very pale and pretty, and
Charley actually didn't know what to say,
so they both stood silently regarding one
another until little scarlet shadow fitted
into her cheek and she inquired:
"Do you wish dress made up, sir?"
| Charley deposited his bundle On the
| counter
az want it done by Wednesday night
make it very fine, if vor please-lots of
ribbons and filings, am. Ill the fashionable
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., the lady said, didn't
she?"
'Bouillons, sir" said the girl, trying hard
| not to smile.
ooh" said Charley, somewhat confused,
eyes, that's it. How much will it Beg"
Our price for composing Dress sir, is
seven dollars"
Every well, III call for it on Wednesday
night"
"But, sir" said the girl, arresting him
as he was selling his hat, how can we
tell what size to make it?"
/ "Gracious JupiterT' quoth Charley,
using in his trepidation an interjection
less elegant than classic. 81 never thought
of that!"
1t did seem as if the important prepare
lions had come to an end, but Charley's
gnu SS1liuS IOl tulldtCIl Cdl1lG 10 luC
with a happy thought.
"She's just about your size-can't you
measure that way 2"
suppose so, sir" said the girl, smiling,
and Charley at length escaped, with face
like scarlet, and cheap sort of feeling,
that was far from agreeable.
Don't catch this chap marketing for
woman's dress again in a hurry" thought
he. " But what sweet looking girl that
was, and how Grossly the. madame spoke
to her. 1 couldn't help feeling thankful
that Bertha was not exposed to such
| sights"
A pair of white kid gloves-a flaming
| head-dress of crimson roses and pink rib
bons, and a spangled fan completed
Charley's preparations, and he began to
congratulate himself on the speed with
which he had acted.
| Gliding what to wear shopping round for it, )"
thought he, complacently Lighting his cigar
| for an evening smoke.
Why, Madame - cried Elizabeth Grey,
| about five minutes after Mr.. Byron had left
the shop, this is calico!"
"CaGco" shrieked Madame Lavigne,
$50 it isl And for party dress? Well,
| well, go on and make il up-some eccen-
trio freak suppose-nOne of our business
| anyhow"
And Elizabeth obeyed, secretly wonder
| ing who the gentleman was that had such
singular taste. He certainly had fine
eyes and a pleasant smile-it was so rarely
that poor Lizzie met a kind glance or
word
"Well, i. the dress made ?"queried Char
ley, on Wednesday afternoon, as he once
more entered Madame LaVigne's establish
ment.
yes, sir. Lizziel Lizzie bring in
that calico"
And in about five minutes, which Char
ley employed in whirling listlessly round
on a squeaking stool, setting madames
nerves az ON culver, Lizzie Grey came
tripping in, arrayed in the pink abomina-
ton, her pearly shoulders and round arms
surrounded by endless rows of little puffs,
and about yard of roseate calico trailing
on the ground behind.
"How 90 you like it, sir?"
1t did look pretty on that sweet looking
| damsel, and Charley expressed his salts
faction in terms which made Lizzie laugh
| and blush and look very charming gener-
| ally.
"But 1 don't think it's quite fine
enough, said he, obviously. "Iwant some
artificial flowers among those little things
| that look like blisters"
1.-THE bouillons, sir"
| Yes-can't YOU put on a lot there, and
| on the sleeves?'
| Lizzie Went to the work room mar
yelling much at the curious taste of the
| customer, and decorated the waist and
| sleeves with about seventy-fiye rose buds,
| and then Charley was content.
He carried the dress home himself, all
neatly done up, lest by any means it should
| not be sent in time, and spread it out os-
| tentatiously on the bed, thanked by the
| head-dress, the fan and the gloves.
There, that will astonish Bertha, l
| imagined" reflected he. How long the af-
| ternoon seemed-he wanted the moment
to arrive when his jealous efforts should
be crowned by fitting need of praise!
| Come In and see your frock," was the
| first greeting he bestowed on his sister,
when at length, flushed and smiling, she
| sprang from the carriage steps into his
arms. He could not wait for her to re-
move her bonnet, but hurried her at once
into the scenes of exhibition "There
What do you think of that for party
| rig"
| Bertha first turned white, then Grim
| son, her lip quivered as though she were
| going to cry, and then she changed her
| mind and burst into the merriest, most
contagious little peal of laughter that ever
echoed through those lonely bachelor
| rooms.
| whats the matter?" said Charley,
| somewhat confused.
Matter? | can never wear that hide
Gus thing in the world Why-Charley