Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1884-06-27
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BE TSEY's BON N EFT

iNa'al, not quite yet, John. want
get Betsey a bonnet-a real nice one
ust rs good as Yorker might want
tuse Betsey worked awful hard this
spfing. Times are good, too. SO |
GUESS we'll see if my Betsy shan't look
"a good as anybody. S'pose you don t
want to 60 long with me, do YOU
Let me see-four o'clock-ves. I'll
60 Uncle Abel. I'll look at the pret-
ty girls, though; you won't mind that.
Come on
50 they walked up the street, the
fashionable attire of the yonng lawyer
contrasting strongly with the antigua
tcc cut OF the farmers garments, which
at home were wont to lie in solemn
state in the spare room all thc week,
on.y to be worn on Sunday with be-
coming Caretulness. There was little
likeness in the face, tritle too fair
for manly beauty, with its blonde mus
tache and setting off close brown curls,
10 The bronze and beardless one. with
the few locks, spare and gray. beneath
the we'll brushed hat: and the blue
ewes were the same in both aud like
those that were closed forever under
th, sod in the apple orchard on Uncle
Aters farm. where his dead sister was
la when John was Il tiny child. 1t
trop bled John not a whit to be seen
wsin the plain countryman IN spite OF
his pcrfumed hair and we'll gloyed
hand, his heart was true as steele to
the good friends of his boy hood, and
the inquiriug glances Of his compan-
ions gave him no ANNOYANCE whatever
They reached Madame Rozette's at
las 4. aud John lounged IN the doorway
AZ straig ghtway engaged in the laudi
ole employment of finding out the
preisiest face OF the girls IN attendance.
Jos > MolIet, radiant with smiles, and
tor~ard with the most bewitching
gle ces TO wait upon the farmer who
b-o ght so attractive a person with
III and fancving that she would show
. nerior quality bv 50 doing, made
c':rt - c"i- Ugcle Ahel -o-.
.,fHfly Poor man, He was never
So miserable in all his life. In Hope
town he would have made DO trouble
whatever. Mss CraL,ree. in her plain
dress aud cap with lavender ribbons,
would have told him at once what to
get and tier little gray eyes would not
have confused hmm in the least.
But here VAS fine lady, with a
great circumference of black silk trail.
jng out alun, the carpet, a waist no
larger than wasp. u head on which
the hair seemed struggling in crImpS.
70 get away from the shining bands
strapped tightly around It, and pair
0f bright black eyes looking straight
at him, while the damsel held up one
style after the other. or tried them on
coqutttishIv. but derived no help from
him.
Now, Young woman, show me some
of your bouucts; realnice ones. None
of your old fashioned poor things for
nv wife,
Having said rhis, Uncle Abel felt
that he had stated the case clearly and
Snhuiu nave no lfhubIe.
Miss Josie sailed out and returned
with white chlpgypsy, trimmed with
blue, shirred green satin with "A rose
on II, and gray straw trimmed with
scarlet poppies.
Now that will be just what you
want, am sure only twenty dol
lars. too; so cheap and So becoming.
Uncle Abel confessed afterwards that
he felt quite confounded at the great
price but he did not mean 10 let that
Frenchited girl know it, SO he only
said, 'Oh, that's the style, eh p: lts
not bit like Betsy's old one, though
oh, no, sir: the fashion has chang
ed entirely. Now this gypsy is the
newest thing out, and your wife would
set the fashion, don't doubt.
She looked up at John Dare mcrrily,
but she could not interpret the look
in his eyes, so taking 1t for granted
that it was an expression of admiration
she pursued the same strain.
Just fresh from Paris; | am sure
your wife would like that. Shall !
try it on for you: .
'Waal, yes, can tell letter how it
looks then. Now it looks like dish ,
There, it goes on this way, and Jo
sic pitched the little thing over her
rosy face. tied the strings in a big bow
knot and swept down the length Of
the room. Don't YOU like it :
Wall, its kind o pretty; but it's
awful queer; amt it john:
John thus appealed to, could only
answer that he knew nothing in the
world about women's bonnets, and
took up his reverie, whatever it was,
lust where it was broken of. But
looking idly in the long mirror oppo
site, he saw that they were amusing
themselves vastly at the perplexity OF
their customer. He saw, too, that a
pale, quiet girl, with smooth brown
hair, looked up from her work indig
nanty, and he rather saw than heard
her say, For shame, and grow Grim
son as she spoke.
His own face flushed little as he
became aware that Uncle Able was be-
ing made the butt of their jokes-good
Uncle Abel who was looking so admir-
ably at the fabrics incomprehensible
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