The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-07-21
THE FIRST SHIRT BUTTON.

Young Charley Overblower married about
month ago, and when he came back from
his wedding tour, he and his pretty little
wife Emma took possession of a charming
flat up town. Early one evening, after
they were fairly settled, and the last of
Emmas sisters had been induced to con-
clude her visit, Charley proposed to Emma
that they should go to the theatre. The
little woman assented and both began to
amend their toilets. In few moments
Charley said: Darling, l am sorry to
trouble you, but really think shall be
shirt"
"Of course; why not >" said Emma.
delighted at chance to show her skill.
She took the garment, seated herself and
said: 81 can't remember for the life of me
where put those buttons. Charley, look
in that box and see if you can find one."
Charley looked in the box, which was
aeasee of perfume bottles, and not finding
the desir-sl> "--.: lie, concluded he would not
bother Emma for further information, so
he pulled button FROG another shirt.
Now, Charley" said Emma, "look in
the top bureau-drawer and get anc Hener
of needles and q spool of white cotton-be
sure to get the white cotton"
Charley found in the top bureau drawer
a copy of Tennyson-he remembered it
WELL and picked it up and looked at the
marginal marks and comments, dear little
girl that she was-and more perfume bot
| ties, and pattern of a Flor de Fumar
overskirt and the beginning of sofa
cushion and various other things but no
needle or cotton. Then he remembered
that he had a fancy "house- " that he
had bought from girl at a fair, and he got
needles and cotton out Of that.
"Thank you, DEAR" said Emma, as she
began to stitch vigorously, humming a
dreamy Italian air. Presently she said:
ooh, Charley, won't you bring me the
scissors. think there in my writing desk.
had them there to-day cutting poem ont
of paper"
The scissors were not in the writing
desk, not on the mantel, nor in the top
bureau drawer, nor in the case of perfume
bottles, nor even in the hair receiver, so
Charley drew on his "house wife " again.
Emma took the scissors, shipped the thread
and exclaimed: :" There darling! and now
make haste or we shall be ate.''
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, "where in the
thunder did you sew on that button?"
ooh, Charley, amt you ashamedr ex-
claimed the wife. "Where are your eyes,"
elf they were in the back of my head"
answered Charley, perhaps l could see
that button"
Emma raised herself ON her tiptoes and
looked at the band.
"Why, that's strangen said she. "Take
it off and let me look at it,"
The shirt was inspected thoroughly, and
the button was found neatly and deity
sewed on just beneath the tag of shirt
bosom so as to button to that appendage in
the most elegant manner.
Well, by Jove"' exclaimed Charley,
60 if didn't know any more about sewing
on a button than that l wouldn't get
mar-Fd learn how"
"You were going to say you wouldn't
have got married." cried his wife, putting
on her hat hastily and bursting into tears.
"Where are you going9" demanded
Charley savagely.
"I'm going home, and I'll get sepera-
ton from you and your old shirts, that's
where Pm going" blubbered Emma. 81
thought you wanted the button there to
fasten to your what you call ems
1t took Charley an hour to persuade
Emma that if she went home there
wouldn't be strw berries and cream enough
to go around, and that she could get all she
wanted at Delmonico's, and he'd pay for it.