Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-01-13
Now it looks Just like

There, it goes this way" and Josie
pitched the little thing over her rosy
face, tied the strings in big bow knot,
and swept down the length Of the
room. Don't you like it?'
"Wa'al, its kind O purity, but its aw-
full queer; amt it, john
John thus appealed to, could only an
Iswer that he knew nothing in the
world about women's bonnets," and
took up his reverie, whatever it was,
just where it was broken off But look
ing idly N the long mirror opposite. he
saw Josie making signs to another
girl, and he soon found that they We're
amusing themselves vastly at the per-
plexity Of their customer. He saw,
too, pale quiet girl, with smooth
brown hair, look up from her work in
dignantly, and he rather saw than
heard her say, For shame and
grow crimson as she spoke.
His own face flushed little as he be-
came aware that Uncle Abel was being
made the butt of their iokes-good I'm
ele Abel, who was looking so admiring-
~ ut the fabrics incom prehensible to
him, his old heart only full Of the
thought how he should make his pres
ent worthy Of the patient soul for whom
it was intended
Then John was greatly pcrplexed, for
as he said truly, he knew nothing about
all that mysterious and bcwildering ar
rangem ent of dress that he saw every
day.
Still he knew that Aunt Betsey's
spare locks, thinly sprinkled with gray,
were not dressed in modern style, and
he could not for the life of him see
whereabouts on that dear old head any
of those gypsies or fanchons would rest.
He remembered that long ago Aunt
Retsey was wont to twist her hair with
the same energy that characterized all
her movements, and that this operation
resulted in hard knob at the back of
her head, like a door handle, which
certainly would not harmonic with
these capeless head dresses.
Just rs his brow was overcast with
this thought the pale girl came near
Uncle Abel, her cheeks blushing as She
did SO in defiance of the other girls,
holding in her hand a plain LeghOrn
bonnet, trimmed with violet ribbon.
She wore mourning dress, and the
plain brooch at her throat held n lock
of gray hair.
'I think this might suit you, SIR, she
said IF your wife doesn't dress her
hair in these fashions, these bonnets
would not do at all. This is rich and
and plain, covers the back of the head
and neck"
"Wa'al, now, tell me, for have got
50 bothered with these things that |
don't know one from t'other. | want
to get bonnet for Betscy, and | mean
to. Now Jest tell me if you would like
your mother to wear one like this? Oh,
| beg your pardon, ma'am. | didn't
see" and he touched the sleeve of her
black dress.
I-l-am sorry
The young girl brushed off a tear
quickly rs she said, II have no mother
now but if you will trust me, sir, |
think this viii suit"
She had stood, hitherto, just out of
the range of John Dare's vision, and
had not seen him at all. Something in
the sound of her voice attracted him,
perhaps and when Uncle Abel called
Here, John Dare he stepped hast
lily enough toward them. The girl
thrust the bonnet into Uncle Abel's
hands and would have been out of sight
if her dress had not caught on one of
the branching stands and held her fast.
amy and John Dare, with hot
flush on his face, caught her hand and
so detained her. "Amy Egbert, have |
found YOU Mt lastg
The girls face grew white and red by
turns, and the words She spoke came
so low and broken that only John could
catch their meaning.
Uncle Abel pushed his spectacies up
on his forehead, still holding the hat in
his hand, looking open-mouthed from
one to the other,
Il guess YOU must have knowed this
young woman afore, didn't your he
said, but John was too busy with eager
questions, and Amy was trembling and
flushing as she tried to speak calmly,
and SO his question was unanswered.
Pretty Josie was dividing her attention
between a new customer and the
strange scene beside her, and between
anger and modification, She looked in
no need of help from rouge, rs she
tossed her head and muttered various
uncourtcous remarks in regard to that
Amy Eghert and her beau.
Uncle Abel held the hat while long
err quite patiently, but atlast despaired
of the interview being ended SO be
coughed and then said
I'm take this hunnit Twenty dol
lars is a good deal. Betsey'S worth It,
amt she, Johu2'