The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 18??-1882, 1881-09-09
BETSEY'S BONNET.

w Gil, OuClo ADcl, you dIc Ou lOI
home, suppose; trading all done, eh ?
and John Dare lifted his hat and push
ed back his thick hair, as he stood
talking to plain country farmer.
'Wa'al, no, not quite yet, John. /
want to get Betsey bunnit; a real
nice one; just as good as "a Yorker
might want. Cause Betsey's worked
awful hard this spring. Times are
good. too. S'pose you don't want to go
along with me, do you?'
Let me see-4 o'clock-yes, I'll 60,
Uncle Abel. I'll look at the pretty
girls. Though you won't mind that.
Come on
So they walked up the street, the
fashionable attire of the young lawyer
contrasting strongly with the antiquat-
ed cut of the farmers garments, which
at home were wont to lie in solemn
state in the spare room all the week,
only to be wora on Sunday. There
was little likeness in the face-a trife
too fair for manly beauty, with its
blonde mustache and setting of close
brown curls--to the bronzed and beard
less one, with tho well-brushed hat;
but the blue eyes were the same in
both, and like those that were closed
forever, under the sod, where his dead
sister was laid when John was tiny
child. 1t troubled John not whit to
be seen with the plain cOuntryman; in
spite of his pelfumed hair and we'll
gloved hands, his heart was true as
steel to the good friend of his boyhOOd.
They reached Madame Rozette's at
last, and John lounged in the doorway
and straightway engaged in the lauda-
BILE employment of finding out the pref
tiest face of the girls in attendance.
Josie Mollet, radiant with smiles, and,
think, a little artificial bloom, came
forward with her bewitching glances
to wait upon the farmer who brought
so attractive person with him; and
fancying that she. would show her su-
perior quality by so doing, made up her
mind to quiz Uncle Abel numerically.
Now, young woman, show me some
of your best Homestead good ones.
None of your poor, Old-fashiOned things
for my wife'
Having said this, Uncle Abel felt
that he had stated the case clearly, and
should have no more trouble.
Miss Josie sailed about and returned
with white chip gypsy, trimmed with
blue, shirred green satin with a rose
on it, and a gray straw trimmed with
scarlet peOnies.
Now that will be just what you
want, 1 am sure; only $25, too-so
cheap and becoming.
Uncle Abel confessed afterwards
that he felt quite confounded at the
price, but he did not mean to let that
Frenchified girl know it, so he only
said, "Oh, that's the style, eh? 1t
amt a bit like Betsey's old one,
though
'Oh, no, sir; the fashion has changed
entirely. Now the gypsy is the newest
thing out, and your wife would sci
the fashion, l don't doubt
She looked at John Dare merrily
but could not interpret the look in his
eyes; so taking it for granted that il
was an expression of admiration, she
pursued the same strain.
Just fresh from Paris. 1 am sure
yonr wife would like that. Shall try
it on for yOu?'
'Wa'al, yes, / can tell better how il
will look then. Now it looks just lik,
DISH
There, it goes this way and Josie
pitched the little thing over her ROSY
face, tied the strings in a big bow
knot and swept down the length of tn,
room. Don't you like itY
'Wa'al, it's kind o. purity, but it,
awful queer; amt it, JohnT
John could only answer that h
"knew nothing in the world abou
woman's bOnnets,' and took up his rev
erie, whatever it was, just where |
was broken off. But looking idly Il
the long mirror opposite, he saw JOSH
making signs to another girl, and h
soon found that they were amusin
themselves vastly at the perplexity o
their customer. He saw, too, that
pale, quiet girl, with smooth, brow
hair, looked up from her work indie
nantly, and he rather saw than hear
her say, For shamer and grow erin
son as she spoke.
His own fair face flushed little a
he became aware that Uncle Abel wa