The Van Buren press., 1877-07-17
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Vol. l5.---No. Ii
The First Shit. Button.

back from his wedding tour he and his
pretty little wife, Emma, took possossio,
of a charming fat up town. Early an.
evening, after they we're fairly setr.,1
and the last Of Emma's sisters had been
induced to conclude her visit, Charles
proposed to Emma that they should 60
to the theater. The woman .aosented,
and both began to amend. their toilets.
In few moments Chariey.said "Darl-
ing, am sorry to truble YOU but really
I think shall be obliged to ask you to
sew button on this shrt."
"Of course, why not?" said, Emma,
delighted at chance to show her skill
She took the garment, seated herself,
aud ooid ~ cam remember for the life
Of me where put those buttons. Char
Icy. l"e1 ir stsur fyuz and see IF you can
find one"
Charley looked in the box, which was
a case ofperfume bottles, and not find
ing the desired article, concluded he
would not bother Emma Cor further in
formation, so he pulled a button from
another shirt.
Now, Charley" said Emma, "look
in the top burcau-drawcr and get me n
paper OF needles and spool of white
cotton--bc sure to get the white cotton
Charley found in the top bureau. draw
er copy of Tennyson--he remembered
1t well, and picked it up and looked at
the marginal marks and comment, dear
ailectionate little girl that she was-and
more perfume bottles, and a pattern of n
fiorde Fumcr overskirt and the begin
ming of sofa,eushion, and various
other thing, but no needle or cotton.
Then he remembered that he had fancy
housewife that he had bought from a
girl at fair, and he got needles and
cotton out Of that.
"Thank you, DEAR" said Emma. and
she began to stitch vigorously, cumming
a dreamy Italian air Presently she
said: ooh, Charley, won't you bring
me the scssors2 think they're in nv
writing desk. had them there to day.
cutting poem out of paper"
The scissors were not in the writing
desk, nor on the mantel, nor in the top
bureau drawer, nor in the case of per-
me-bottles, nor even In the receiver.
so Charley drew on his housewife"
again. Emma took the scissors, snippcd
the thread and exclaimed, There dar-
ling and now make haste, or we shall be
late"
Charley wiggled into the garment, and
then put up his hand to button the band
at the back. but no button was there.
"Why, En-" he cried. "Where in
thunder did you sew on that button 2"
"Oh Charley, amt you ashamedv' ex-
answered Cnarfey, perhaps 4 cuuru see
that button"
Emma raised herself on her tiptoes
and looked at the band. Hi
"Why, that's stfangew said she.
"Tak E,e il of and let me look att
and the button was found found h ieeaAsfenaaliKl;,
deity scwed on just bedeath the tag OF
the shirt bosom so as TO button to that
appendago in most elegant manner.
"Well by Jove," exclaimed Charles.
off didn't know any more about sewing
on button than that, l wouldn't get
mar I'd learn how"
"You were going 10 say you wouldn't
have got married." cried his wife, put
ting on her hat hastily aud bursting into
tears.
"Where are you going iii demanded
Charley, savagely,
"l'm going home, and III get Sc
paration from you and your old shirts;
that's where I'm going" blubbered EN-
ma. II 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 Strawberries and cream
enough to 60 around, and she could get
all she wanted at Delmonico's, and he'd
pay for 1t.