The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-11-18
TIPToN, IOWA, NOVEMBER IS, 1859
Mrs. Nair frowned.

Mrs. Nair frowned.
"Do you imagine I would expose
Sybil to the crush and Inconvenience o
common omnibus7" .,
Mr.. Bunker handed over the ten dol.
lars extra without q word.
y "Is there anything else ~ he asked
in a tone ofvoice meant to be sarcastical
but the satire was lost on Mrs Nair.
s"Oh, yes, HeOdotus; l want you to
stopas you go down, aud take a private
box Mt the opera. Proscenium, l would
prefer. Sybil will go with us-dear
Sybil, she does so dote on music. OF
course you'll take y box by the season,
when you are married; it's 80 much
more economical" .I.
-'n--~nnncalv' gasped Mr.. Runker,
growing very red In the face. ITO my
mind the opera is always n ridiculous
piece of extravagshce
Clara Nair laughed.
v "Oh, know you re little old fash
ioned about such things, but Sybil will
make you over"
When Mr.. Bunker returned to din
ner, Sybil was there, smiling and
lovely as Peri, to serve as sauce for the
roast fowls and gumbo soup. Mr..
Bunker's melancholy reflections van
ished, his grim face lighted up.
Clara watched him intently.
The dose wasn't quite powerful
enough, she thought. IL wish Sybil
wouldn't look SO provokingly pretty"
So after dinner she brought the slip
err smiIingly to her. brother-in-law
elect, and lighted his cigar with her
own fair hands.
"Sybil won't he jealous of me- she
said, archly. "By the way, Herodotus,
cook wants a months wages"
Mr. Bunker dived down into the ca
pacious depths ofhis pocket. .4"
"How much Is it?' . -s.
"Twenty dollars" .r s'."
"Mrs. Nair! Is it possible that you
pay your cook that ex-trav. a.gant sum
of money. Why don't you do your
own cooking:"
"Do hear him, Sybil," appealed the
nlatron to her sister. 'lIow little he
knows of tho women of the day. You'll
have to teach him, my dear az -t.li
"But why don't you?" persisted Mr..
Bunker, "Mother always cooked for
her family"
0, Sybil and l were never brought up
to work. Sybil don't even know where
the kitchen is at home.'
Sybil was just opening her lips to
contradict this boldly hazarded asser-
ton, when Mrs Nair trod energetically
upon the the toe Of her gaiter, and
checked the rising words.
"Thank you, Horodotus,' she said, as
the discomforted bachelor silently dis
gorged the required sum Of money
"And now, if Sybil will excuse us for
ten minutes, III show you something
pretty" D.. a.4 =.
Mr.. Bunker secretly apprchensive
that he was about to be conducted to
see all the babies asleep, . sight dear to
the maternal heart, but obnoxious to
all. bachelors, followed Mrs. Nair meek
as a lamb to the slaughter. But instead
ofturning to the nursery, Clara kept
straight on to the sitting room beyond
where Il prinn seamstress sat, the centre
of a inaelstrOm Of silks, satins aud dra
peries, while on the sofa lay piles OF
piles ofgarments. .--..
"Look !" trunphantly nodded Mrs
Nair, "Sybil's trousseau?"
Mr.. Bunker stared silently.
Cashmere shawl, five hunered dollars
black thread, three hundred; white la
ma, seventy five; thread lace parasol
forty; the dress, white silk, two fifty
opera hat, from Madame D'Etoilc, six
ty; erniine furs, fifty; mink set, on
hundred and twenty. Not bad be
ginning; eh?"
| But" gasped Mr.. Bunker, IL
though Mr. Rexley was poor"
| $50 he is; but dear me, as tell Syh
il, she'll never be married but once, AM
rs she's going to have rich husband,
is lust AS well to begin rs she means t
20 on. Dear little, Sybil, she has suc'
a taste for elegant dress-but where ar
you going, Herodotus.
! For Mr.. Bunker, unable. to disSuis
his terrors aud apprehensions, had bolt
ed.
Clara laughed to herself ...
"Nou bad idea, borrowing all tn
nice shawIs, furs, and Iaces on the stree
to say nothing Of Miss Millionaire
wedding dress" thought the shrew
matron. "Oh, Sybil, my dear, if your
7 only known how to manage, yo
would have been Mrs. Harley Winte
icnS ago.
The next day Mrs. Nair confidential
showed cher dear Herodotus" littl
memorandum of the things which Syh
il couldn't possibly get along without il
her new house.
"For of course you'll have hous
i OH Madison avenue, or Gramercy place
. mt the very least.' sx ~v@<
Mr.. Bunker madsno reply. he sin
ply opened his mouth and shut it NUT
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