The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1880-02-28

When order was once more restored Mr.
! Turvytop prepared to resume his work; hut
| ahl where was the button3 II was not on
| the floor, where Mr.. Turvytop had in his
haste thrown his coat. 1t was not on the
! table or under the sofa, or indeed anywhere
What was to be done? Mr.. Turvytop wiped
the perspiration from his forehead with his
handkerchief and reflected.
| Finally it occurred to him that one of the
other buttons might be spared to take the
! place of the missing one. The top one, per-
| haps, which he so seldom had occasion 70 use.
| So with his knife he carefully removed that
button, congratulating himself on the neat
ness with which it was accomplished. Then
| unass sted, ne recommended the task of sew
ing en- the button In trying various ex-
| periments, for holding the troublesome but
| ton in position, he finally hit upon the plan
| of placing it against his knee. That seemed
| to work admirably, and Mr.. Turvytop felt
that his troubles were substantially over;
| sewing on a button would now be compare
lively small affair.
One stitch! So far so good-but what
could be done with all the thread; it did not
draw through properly. Something, was
evidently wrong with the thread. 1t seemed
determined to tie itself upin knots.
Matilda thought it might be too long, SO
Mr. Turveytop shortened it, aud found it an
improvement. Then Mr.. Turveytop took
another stitch, and drew the thread without
difficulty. How many stitches world he Ie-
CURED?
Matilda did not know; ST. Mr.. Turveytop
thought it best to examine the button to see
how firm it had already become. lie raised the
coat from his knee and the button fell on the
A. Il a Il
proved, however, that Mr. Turveytop had
simply taken two stitches through the coat
without affecting the button at all.
Mr.. Turvytop sighedl He was becoming
more and more convinced that il was great
thing to sew on button. Still he did not
despair. Mr. Turvytop was not the man to
be discouraged by trifles. Again he placed
the button in position; once more he pressed
it against bis knee, and the closely compress
ed lips of MIR. Turvytop would have proved
To the bystander--if there had been any be-
side Matilda-his determination that this
time his stitch should affect the button as well
as the coat.
And we are happy to assert that at length
his persistent efforts were crowned with
success. The button was on Sewed on
And Mr.. Turvytop had done it.
Matilda was afraid the white thread was
going to show but Mr. Turvytop thought
not mt least after it hsd been worn awhile
and become soiled.
There, my daughter said Mr. Turvytop
triumphantly, "that button--is on, Ii has
taken time, to be sure, two hours precisely
by the clock-but it has been time well spent
We have both of us had an opportunity to
learn some valuable lessons.
1--WE have learned what great thing it is
to sew on a button. If it is such a great
thing to sew on one button, think what
great thing it must be to sew on eight but
tons; then think what it must be to make
whole coat, and then realize how thankful |
should be for my coat.
again, we have learned that almost any
thing can be accomplished by patient perse-
verance.
again, we have felt the blessedness of |
having been able to assist your dear mother |
"Yes, dear, yes. L know you have been |
injured but it must be a satisfaction to suffer
in so good cause.
'But l must now leave YOU for short |
time, have just time to go to the post-ofice |
before tea take great deal of pleasure |
in putting on this coat" continued Mr.. Tur- !
vyfop donning the garment in question,
feeling that it has been repaired by my own
hands, assisted by the active brain of my
daughter. The air is keen, but l shall not |
feel it, for with the warm coat buttoned |
snugly over my chest-what-wh at-what |
what" and Mr.. Turvytop didn't button |
his coat as he seemed about to do, but stood |
looking at it with strange, puzzled express
sion on his face from which the exultation
Of the previous moment had passed.
"Why, papa, what is it?' asked Matilda. |
Daughter" replied Mr.. Turvytop, in
subdued tone, "we have made mistake; a
very sad mistake! we have sewed the button |
on the inside of the coat"
Mr.. Turvytop went to the postoffice with |
his Sunday coat on, and the collar turned up |
about his ears.
Mrs. Turvytop recovered in due curse of
time, and when she could collect the scattered |
contents of her work-basket, set about re-
pairing Mr.. Turvytop's coat-darning the
hole that gentleman had made in cutting off
the top button, and restoring the severed |
member to its place, also replacing the miss
ing button for which Mr.. Turvytop sought /
so long and vainly, and which Bridget after
ward discovered in the bread jar, and finally |
advising Mr.. Turvytop if he ever lost another !
button not to go and make fool of him.
self.
Mr. .Turvytop preserved dignifed silence,
but has never been known to sew on another
button.