Weekly graphic. [volume] (Kirksville, Adair Co., Missouri) 1880-1949, 1882-06-16
Brealaxs st the Dress.aker's
st. Louis Magazine.

Wy ucdT, Soiu NY WuC w uo puC
mo, ming, IN manner so sweet and at
fectionate, that / forgot our lasts quar-
rel.
| laid aside the newspaper had been
reading. and removed the ci0a. from
my mouth,
"There DEAR" she said, kissing me on
the mouth, mrs. Is. always kisses me
when she wants sotsetLing) Il know
you are Just the dearest love Of q man
that ever was. Now Petty. you always
do just as / say, don't you?'
"I'll lie hanged i'll don't come pretty
ner it" said |, expecting she was 60
ING TO make draw on me tor V. or
an X. But such was not the design of
Mrs. B.. she had other and mo e fiendish
torture IN store for me.
"Didn't / have an excellent breakfast
PettyY" she asked, and her eyes sparkled
a. only Mrs. BIS. can.
You did, darling" answered. feel
ing affectionately for my pocket book.
How much do you want!'
She smiled Just as only Mrs, Broadaxe
can smile. Oh, wasn't she lovely then.
wonder am not jealous Of her, but |
am not. She is remarkably han dsome
when she wants something, but ah. my
when we have our family breeze.
but, my love don't want any
IN oney."
"What?' cried. startling up, 'you
dom want money? Is it possible. you
dol I want money!
"Nary redr
Idon't think The expression was origi-
nal, and frowned; don't allow Mrs.
B. to use slang.
what do you want?'
Il want you to 60 with me to the
dressmaker's and q sweeter smile than
ever.
Well, now, that was novel idea: |
in a dressmaker's shop. ]. who hac
wished dressmakers and their shops IN
that REGION where brnnstone is suppos-
ed to be the chief import. But she
smiled so sweet, talked III such a VIII
ming way, and called me Petty so nicely,
| had to consent.
went; it was moi fal to the dress
makers, and we walked. | wish we
would have to cross the Arctic Ocean to
reach 1t, but we dc MT.
Mrs. b. was dressed very handsomely.
and leaned so nicely on my arm, that !
felt proud of her. ANY man ought to
be proud of his wife. We were in sight
of the ''infernaf' place when Mrs. u.
said:
"Now, Petty, throw that cigar away;
you know it is naughty to smoke before
ladies'" .
Away went my ten-center. Then
she brushed the ashes off my vest,
whisked up my coat collar, and told me
to throw my shoulders back and stand
up straight like the judge.
looked very meek, l know l did.
l bowed my head and walked along
by the side of the dear woman, and l
am sure people on the street thought
she was my nurse.
We entered that evil place to mems
pocket books. Madame Stitchthread,
and half a dozen pretty little seam-
stresses were in the front room.
"Oh, Mrs. B., l am SO glad to see
you," cried Madame Stitchthread, and
then she kissed Mrs. B., and Mrs. 3.
kissed Madame Stitchthread. and the
six pretty sewing-girls all came and
kissed Mrs. B. But no one kissed me;
l felt like they ought, and then lead
me to the pantry, and give me 4 piece
of bread and butter.
l stood very meekly in one corner
holding my hat in my hand. Somehow
1 felt like l ought to put my finger in
my mouth or bite my thumb nails.
One of the young ladies'. seeing my
embarrassment, offered me chair in
one corner OF the room. / sat down
and played witt my hat.
Mrs. B. seemed perfectly at home,
and she talked polonaise, scollops,
wiggan, basques, edging, trimming,
loops, and thousand other things |
never heard of before.
l tried to say something smart, but
they did not hear me, and blushing red,
l hid behind my hat, gnawing my fin
ger nails.
Then came out large, colored, fash
ion plates, made in New York. and are
marked Paris. They commenced talk
ing about styles and fashions, until l
trembled, and the cold perspiration
started from my brow.
Not a word was said to me; no one
noticed me at all, and there l sat like
a strange boys first day at school.
Mrs. B. was to leave her measure; my
measure if taken then. would have
been small indeed. She went into an
other room to be surrounded by tape
lines and have her inches written down.
Still l sat. No one spoke to me; or
one noticed me. 1t was useless for
me to speak of the coming election, or
that might one day be an alderman;
they would not listen to me. They
all gathered around my wife, in an ad-
jOinInp room and smoke honeyed words