The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-03

| drawer lay the Ave yards Of dark-green
| plush for the border; for the squares were al
ready to be put together. Five yards nc wv
dollars . yard, ten dollars. An now there was
all the expense of Philips sickness to meet
She half regretted the spending OF the ten dol,,
lar gold piece Gustave had given her, he ha1
told her to by a comfortable house dress WIN
it. Not THAI he would ever esk what she ulu
with it, But now she really needed the dreSS,
And ten dollars just for the border or the qul'
seemed a good deal Satin would have been
cheaper, of course But then, plush was the
thing. Still she sighed a little perpleXed sigh
a. she shut the drawer.
The next Monday morning BridgetIett her
wash in the tubs, declaring she was SICK ana
must go nome TO her aunt s.
AN shurey We wuldn't be kapin' back a weeks
paw for a weeks waTnin' whIn In that SICK /
can't stand on my two fate" =,
SO she got her full pay and she went, aud
when the the strange washerwoman hlred 10
finish the wash was gone, it was found that all
the towels, and handkerchiefs and stockings
had vanished
Then the intelligence office began to send its
Bedouins through the kitchen of poor Mrs.
Batterby.
II was the same old tribe. In the course OF
three weeks they had them all-the girl who
broke everything from the largest platter down
to the handle of the furnace door, the girl who
served her hair up with various dressings at
each meal, the girl who put her potatoes on 10
cook when she heard Mr.. Batterby's voice IN
tho hall, and baked all the griddle-cakes before
the breakfast bell rang. And 50 forth and 80
on.
But they lived through it all. rs people do,
and nothing ever really came of 1t all except
q secret change of Mr.. Batterby's views on the
subject of a Purgatory, and his growing con
victiOn of such a place as a necessary adjunct
to celestial housekeeping.
In the meantime the crazy quilt was almost
FNr-,%Na, nnn l,u hnNva-aP Whom Mr. Rnftnr-
by was enjoyinga days vacation in the bosom of
his family, a lady visitor came in, and somehow
the new style of patchwork became the tOpicof
conversation.
"Ah, but you just ought to see my wife's
quilt. Go get it, dear, and let Mrs. Smith see
"It's not quite finished. Baby's sickness made
me lay it away" demurred Mrs. Batterby, WI
felt a strange reluctance to take out her old en-
SLAYER.
Never mind. Show the squares"
so do. l should so like to see them"
'Prettiest thing you ever saw" enthusiastic
ally said the proud husband.
Mrs. Batterby rose and left the room. AS she
went slowly through the hall and up the stairs
her mind vividly recalled that $40 worth of
plush 1t seemed a pity not to let Mrs. Smith
see that, and get a clear idea of the whole effect
of the quilt But it might set Gustaye think
ing. or course the gold piece had been her
own. Yet he would BIO astOnished at her ex-
travagance. At least he would think 1t extrav-
agance.
So thinking she opened the drawer. 1t was
empty!
Mrs. Batterby stood COMPOUNDED. The other
drawers were packed with old half worn gar
ments to be remade. No quilt in them. o
plush and squares. Also the Bingham for
aprons, and her unmaid calico dress.
With a lightning fash she recalled sending
Bridget to the bureau one Sunday afternoon
for flannel for Philip. TIL next Monday she
left.
Mrs. Batterby went back to the sitting-room.
She was pale, but dry-cyed. She told her
woe.
'Never mind, my darling" said her hus-
band, putting his arm about her. "Tl buy
you a handsome Marseilles spread"
Her hours and days and weeks of slavish
work rose up before Mrs. Batterby's mind,
the tears gushed from her eyes.
A Marsehles spread! What does a man
know about a woman's feellngs?" she sob
bee.