The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-06-21
The First Shirt.ButtOn.

! aDOuI u AOutA dSO, WHICH ic .CdlllC UaCk
from his weddingtour he and his pretty
little wife, Emma, took possession of q
charming little flat uptown. Early one
evening, after they were fairly settled
and the last of Emma's sisters had been
induced to conclude her visit, Charley
proposed to Emma that they should 90 tc
the theatre. The little woman assentcd
and both began to amend their toilets. In
a few moments Charley said: "Darling,
am sorry to trouble you; but really
think shall be obliged to have to ask
you to sew a button on this shirt"
"Of course; why not?:' said Emma, de.
lighted at chance to show her skill.
She took the garment, seated herself, and
said: II can't remember for the life of
me where put those buttons. Charley,
look in that box and see if you can find
one"
I Charley looked in the box which was a
case of perfume bottles, and not finding
the desired article, concluded he would
not bother Emma for further informa-
ton, SO he pulled a button from another
shirt.
"Now, Charley" said Emma, "look in
the top bureau-d drawer and getme paper
of needles and spool of white cotton
be sure to get the white cotton"
Charley found in the top burcau-drawer
a copy of Tennyson-he remembered it
we'll, and picked it up and looked at the
marginal marks and commences, dear, af-
fectienate little girl that she was!-and
more perfume bottles, and a pattern of a
Flor de Fumar overskirt, and the begin
ming of a sofa-cushion, and various other
things, but no needle or cotton. Then he
remembered that he had a fancy "house-
wife that he had bought from girl at
fair, and he got needles and cotton out
of that.
"Thank you, DEAR" said Emma, and he
began to, stitch vi igorously, humming a
dreamy Italian air. Presently she said !:
80, Charley, won't you bring me the scis-
sors? Think they're in my writing desk.
I had them there to-day cutting a poem
out Of a paper"
The scissors were not in the writing
desk, nor on the mantel, nor in the top
burcau-drawer, nor in the case of perfume
bottles, nor even in in the hair-receiver,
so Charley drew on his "housewife :"
again. Emma took the scissors, shipped
the thread, and exclaimed, "There, dar-
ling! and now make haste or we shall be
late." i:
Charley wriggled into the garment, and
then put up his hands to button the band
at the back, but no button was there.
Why, En-" he cried, "wherc in thun-
der did you sew on that button?"
ooh, Charley, amt you aslanned?" ex-
claimed his wife. Where arc your
eyes?"
If they were in the back of my head"
answered Charley, "perhaps I could see
that button" -.
Emma raised herself on her tiptocs and
looked at the band.
"Why that's strange !" said she. ':Takc
it off and let me look at it,
The shirt was inspected thoroughly land
the button was found neatly and deftly
sewed on just beneath to tag Of the shirt
bosom so as to button that appendage in
most elegant manner.
"Wcll, by Joye," exclaimed Charley,
on button than that, I wouldn't get
mar-1'd learn how"
"You were gong to say you wouldn't
have got married, cried bis wife, put
ting on her Hat hastily and bursting into
tears.
"Whcrc are you going!" demanded
Charley savagely.
"I'm going home, and I'll get separ-
alton from you and your old shirts; that's
where I'm going," blubbered Emma. II
thought you wanted the button there to
fasten to your What-you call -'ems."'
IT took Charley an hour to persuade
Emma that if she went home there
wouldn't. be- Strawberries and cream
enough to 60 around, and that She could
get all she wanted at Delmonico's. and
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