Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1875-12-18

eyes are opened by the use Of a little salts of
ammonia, and the debHtdn'e is soundly
Vat sail do? vat sail do ?" gro7ns VI.
Alphonse. " Sc is goot for nosing-goot FOR
nosing."
Now Simon begins TO talk He has evil
IDENTIFY got something to say, but he blu> she's
aud stammers until NJ. Alphonse is nearly
driven out OF his senses. Vat a fool q ian
ees who cannot speak hees own language :"
thinks the poor Frenchman. But Mrs Mug
gins comes in, and her female intelligence
springs to the root OF the matter at once In
fact, she has seen 1t all along.
Two days later Simon writes a letter tn
grandma. Oh. willy Simon, what an amount
OF wickedness New York has taught you in
back with him to Duckto wn." Then he tells
grandma the name, and puts in sort of coll
lateral suggestion about the good old Hugue
1nsinuate to grandma that Ii is q very child
ish little woman he will bring back with
him, and that she will need a great deal OF
grandmother at the old farm.
NOW, grandma has always dreaded that
her reign might come to an end when ST.
mons wife came to the homestead and the
Idea OF simple little girl, in whose veins
runs the blood Of men and women who suf
Tered and died for the Protestant faith
gentle hearted woman IL SO much OF her n 70
had lot been an anxious endeavor TO dis
cover and thwarI the wiles OF Satan.
Coralte was now perfectly happy. She did
not have to stand on her toes while NJ. AL
phonse scolded. There was nothing to do
but TO run about Central PARK with Simon,
while Mrs. Muggins made purchases of dis
NAL looking dry goods, and had them made
up so plainly that, when Mr.. and Mrs s mon
Holt finally got into railroad car hound
Tor DucktOwn, the bride might have been
mistaken for a Quakeress.
fully two years after these events the in
Vestigating fingers of an iIrepressible baby
pulled blue satin boot from the depths of a
bureau drawer at the Old farm house at
DucRtown. Grandma could not believe her
ewes, and when she measured the length
with q certain pair of shoes belonging to
Mrs. Simon, her CONSERVATION knew no
bounds. Then the whole story came out.
But what could be done? COralie had been
faithful little member of the great Congre-
gatlonal church for a whole year. and Simon
explained to grandma that she had never
danced at theater only tried to do So and
from the burning" you see. On this view
grandma could be recOnciled. But who did
the plucking? Simon thought he did it; but
Coralie laid her little hand on the great bible
and said TWAS % grandma"
But what was done with the blue satin
roots? Alas. they were to be sacrificed A
great fire was made i'm the kitchen and the
holocaust was prepared. Simon protested,
little boots were laid on the flames, one las
sci was missing. 1t certainly did seem a
PITY 10 destroy so much beauty; but Coralie
insisted, ard Simon lay down on the old
Kitchen floor and watched the flames arise
When the last spangle had disappeared, he
gathered two little shoes into his great
hands, and, though it was a very undignifed
them.
Now, think the holocaust was The right
thing to do; but if blue satin boots are MOI n
qualification of the .ssinful lusts of the flesh y
what are they? But that one tassel still ex-
tsts' anu ~ 9oeS 10 church every Sunday in
the breast pocket of Simon's best coat
Hdrpe7'S Weekly.