Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-06-15
GRANDPAPA'S OLD
COAT.

OOhl
Only one silk and that not new
Dear me, dear me, it is dreadful 7 and
Aunt Grayson caught up the pretty
bodice OF the garment in question, and
gave 1t IA spiteful little shake. Kathie,
hemming ruffles by a window, laughed.
What can't he cured must be EN-
dured There's no help for it, auntie,'
she said.
Yes, there was help for it, cried the
lady, tossing the bodice from her, IF
you had taken my advice; but you must
go and act like simpleton The idea
of girl of your age giving away her
hard earnings, and then getting married
without decent change of clothing /
declare it is too absurd. And you are
making such good match, too
Charles Montague comes of one of the
best families in the county, and he'll be
rich one of these days, though he may
be poor enough at the start, aud you,
having as good as thrown your money
away, can contribute nothing-not even
able to buy your own clothes, which ev-
cry wife ought to do
AT which time, let us hope, my
scanty wardrobe will be replenished,'
aid Kathie, merrily.
Her aunt frowned cOntemptuously.
But what are you to do nowp she
went on. What do you think Mrs.
Montague of Oaklands will think of
you, when she sees your outftY
Not one whit less than she thinks of
me to-day answered Kathie, stoutly,
.'or should be greatly mistaken in my
estimate of her character
Mrs. Grayson laughed in scorn.
you poor little simpleton Wait
until you know the world as l know it,
and you'll change your tune. l tell you
Kathie, appearance is everything. Your
bridegroom himself will feel ashamed
when he sees you in the midst of his
stately sisters, in the grand rooms of
Oakland
Kathie WINGED, but she answered
pravely Il don't believe Charlie will
ever feel ashamed of me, or should
give him up to-day
wait until he sees you in your shah
by garments
Shabby garmentsp said Kathie, open
ing her bright brown eyes. My gar
ments are not shabby, auntie. l am
quite sure l never looked shabby in
my whole life.' Mrs. Grayson glanced
at the trim, graceful little figure. The
close fitting blue merino was faultless;
the linen cuffs and collars were as spot
less as snow. Kathie was right; she
never looked shabby. Her garments
seemed to be part and parcel of herself.
like the glossy feathers of canary.
Yet these garments were usually made
of all sorts of odds and ends, for Kathie
was poor, and obliged to be rigidly eco
nomical. But she was possessed of
that tact, or talent, or whatever it
may be called, which is more to wo-
man than beauty or fortune; enabling
her 10y the mere skill of her willing
fingers and artist soul, to make life,
her home, her own person, "a thing OF
beauty and a joy forever
Mrs. Grayson, Kathie's well-to-do
saInt, with daughters of her own, who
arailad their silks in the dust and
.bumbied their laces AID plumes and
looked dowdy all the while, regarded
the trim little figure by the window
with a half admiring, half contemp-
,tuous smile. You're rather a pretty
Oirl. Kathie,' continued her aunt, 'and
YOU understand the art of getting your.
self up in good style. What you've got
willdo well enough perhaps, but there's
so little of it. Your bridal outfit Ii
shameful. What will you do for car
riage dresses, and dinner dresses, ano
evening dresses, when you are Charles
wifeP Why, when was bride hae
everything; round dozen of silks o.
every hue, poplins, merinos, tissues ant
a half dozen sorts of wraps. didn'
20 to James Grayson bare of clothes,
tell you
Kathie said nothing for a moment
but bent over her ruffles, her brigh
eyes dim with tears; then answering
you may well say that, aunt, but is
hind that you should tantalize me
when ycu know that your father was
rich mar while mine was poor, and M
nncle with all his promising to me die
leaving me nothing.
Such a simpleton as you've been
har amt continued, after toiling an
teaching for your money, to turn roun
and give it away | declare IL put
me out of temper to think OF it,
What else could doT the girl burs