The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1884-09-03
HER AUNT'S PARAS0L.
BY JOHN A. PETERS.

"You can advance MS many arguments
MS you choose. sister Charity, toward the
improperly Of borrowing aunts parasol,
but I, for one, shall not listen at least"
correcting herself "pay attention TO
them. When she started for Science.
tady she told me might use it when.
ever saw fit"
"Nay, not so, Bessie" contradiclcd
the elder sister, a stout maiden Of unccr-
tain agc, with incorporating ways and
hatchct face; "shc said on fair sun
shiny day, when there was no dang. Of
rain and the wind did not RAE. Why
can't yon he reasonable? You have
pretty black one which answers every
purpose. and nunt's il such bizarre
thing that it would attract attention
anywhere. You will be rs conspicuous
as II you had n Bird OF Paradise flying
over your head. All the colors of tho
rainbow seem to run through it,"
"Not so bad rs that, Charity; You cx.
aggeratc. 1t il superb with its rich
colors blending so beautifully; and even
the most cursory observer would know
that it was no common thing and first
saw light in some foreign spot. Don't
try to dissuadc me; shall be n iackdaw
on this occasion and deck myself in bor-
rowed plumage. Aunt's pnrasol is Just
the thing to shield my brunette iaco
from old Soils fiery eye. You old croak,
erl" pulling aside the lace drapcry Mt
the window to peep ont. "Tho day Is
still and warm and there is scarcely n
bit of wind stirring"
"Thcre will he soon," exclaimed Char
ity Hooper, who could prophecy like
another Vcnnor. "Now mark my word |
l have not studied the face of the sky
and kept track OF the changes in the at.
mosphcrc for years not to be weather.
wise and conscious of mn approaching
storm. There is every indication of a
storm of wind"
"Well," philosophically returned the
younger girl, "let it come. II is useless
to expostulato with the weather gods,
however unpropitious their aspect, and
i have no intention of relinquishing tho
qualification shall experience in carry.
ing a paraso. I'll run up to the room
now and get it."
She vanished, to return Immediately
with what sho at least thought to be the
most beautiful parasol in the world. 1t
certainly was unique; barbNric, Charity
termed it. Mrs. Taylor's husband, who
was a sailor, had brought it five years
before from some unpronounceabe for.
eign part, and presented it to his wife,
who dotted on curiosities, and who treas
ured 1t up ns n pearl Of great price and
never used it save on some rare occa-
sion.
But once had Bessie had the pleasure
Of appearing with it on the street; and
it was only when her aunt was suddenly
called away by telegram, to the death
bed OF an old friend, that she had won
from her reluctant consent to WELD it
on some fine bright day.
With delight she unfurled it now, and
held it by Its gliIteripg handle aloft.
Splendid colors, III which gold ana GRIM
son predominatcd, blended together ex-
quisitely, and tho girls face was like
some beautiful picture, as she half con-
cealed it under the long gold fringe de-
pending thcrefrom. A lovely brunette
OF eighteen was Bessie Hooper, with
lustrons eyes in which there was spice
of mischief, and n figure that was MS
graceful as the white lily dropping on its
stem in its bed of glossy-veined leaves
in the jar on the window.sill. In her
neutral.tinted garment, unrelieved by
bit OF bright color, the many-hued sun
shade seemed to supply the finishing
touch to an otherwise too sombre tot
lette.
Vexed at the pertinacity OF her sister
In ndhering to her original intention of
carrying the parasol, Charity lgain
broke forth in denunciation Of tho thing,
1T is not suitable Tor civilized being
to be seen on the street WITH" she ex.
claimed, Especially the sister of one
who is pillar of the church. Have
you no shame, Bessie Hooper? Put
aside the outlandish thing and don't at
tend divine service with it. It's only fit
for dweller in Henthen-Land. I'd like
to sec me carry il p
81 too" laughed Bessie. ut would
DO too rich DO, Charity, hold it over
your red head and see how IL would
look, and she held it temptingly forth.
aBut tho indignant spinster drew be-
You'd the reach of its communicating
ouch, "Carry 1t, IL you choose; but