St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-12-26
The T-rlo,r Panfnroan..

Everything returns. Three years ago the
boys sold Deacon White \ cat skin for q
mink; the receipts We spent in cigars and
cocktails Ths next sunday. as the deacon
was st church, pinned cats skin on the
all the girls and boss tfftering. The next
day the deocon met me, aud in kindly
way told me that every error.
however trivial, had its punishment; that he
was sorry TO see my fathers son fall into
evil ways
listened as soberly as could, but a. soon
as the deacon's back was turned burst out
laughing. was one Of the boys, aud not TO
be frightened by a deaeon's warnings. told
the story to the boys at the store that even
ing, aud enjoyed the chorus of laughter at
the word pictures Of the deacon's panta-
looms, his face Of wonder, and his sober
counsel
Months passed on. At eighteen one grows
fast. The deacon's yellow pants, his counsel
and himself were almost forgotten in the
rush Of events i- 75ss4If
Two years later 1 fell in love with black
eyed sehOolmistress who lived in a pretty
cottage OF her own beside copse Of birches
she was the belle Of Oneida county, and
loved the very ground she owned; and
loved her for her own sake, for she was IS
trig and true a schOolmis:ress as ever forced
ideas into a youngster through the front or
back door. Her eyes were biacker than Sap
pho's, and the dimples in her cheek overrau
with roses. What could she find to love in
mel i-
But to the point. In June of the year when
my love for Hattie eliminated, Deacon White
died and was nailed in his chest. He vas
not, however, on that occasion, dressed IN his
yellow pantaloons. Had he been
But il is useless TO speculate; the field is
boGndless. On what q slender thread hangs
q story Of life.
remember his funeral well; the under
taker had rehearsed his part several DAYS, for
the deacon was man OF consequence. How
the undertaker's stentorian voice rang
through the house as he divided the kin
from the crowd In q still louder tone he
oade every one take last look al the dis
e9Sed, and warned lOiterers to make haste;
then, like q field marshal, he aligned the
deep file Of carriages, shouting aud waving
this one and that to 'right" and cleft" as
We wound along.
Why do l delayl The mind loves TO linger
over picturesque details when the catastrophe
that follows is painful
The deacon was not buried in his yellow
pantaloons, but had left them as a bequest
% an orphan lad who lived with his elder
sister on the skirts of the town. Widow
White herself asked me TO carry the psnta-
looms 10 the orphans house. i LETT them
rnffh H. efaf
court TO the black-eyed schooimistress. She
Promised to meet me the next day after
prayer meeting in wood near by. Invent
home the hupPiest man in HOpyille.
The next morning Hattie was at the tryst-
ing place, all bowed and friIled her prettiest
We sat down on q log. took my charmer's
hand, aud began to stammer out my love and
hopes in as many nouns, sdjectives and verbs
as could muster.
Twas pausing to take breath, when I caught
sight of something ike a startled fawn steal
ing through the bushes. l have a scientific
mind, and like to search for the truth.
peered at the Intruder; It was the orphan
boy, and he had on the deaeon's yellow pan
falcons He was a merry rogue, but now
for some reason looked as melancholy as
rejected lover. The boy drew nearer. The
deacon had been a man broad OF beam, and
l felt curious 10 learn how the boys sister
had so quickly vamped the testator's yellow
pantaloons. Had she taken in a seami
But the boy is creeping nearer.
Hattie does not see him; she is too busy
with her own thougbts-engaged, doubt
not, in the delicate problem of adding up my
vices and virtues, and substracting-which
from whichf
Suddenly the truant lifts his head, turns,
and flies. In moment my curiosity is salts
fed. The orphan boys sister had indeed re-
adjusted the descon's yellow pantalOous; but
she had not taken in a seam; she had fol-
lowed / know not what ancestral instinct:
she had scored an argument for Darwin She
had cut of the legs OF the pantaIoons, aud
where they were most prominently too large
for the boy, she had punched up the super
fluffy tied 1t with her lazy string aud sent
the boy to school. No wonder the merry
rouge had been unable to withstand the ieers
and laughter with which his comrades
greeted his return to the monkey state; no
wonder that he had SUNK away to hide his
grief In the foiestl
But no sooner did | set eyes on this elfish
sighat than had such..a laughing fit could
neither sit not stand. 1 was so filed With
laughter and giggling that 1 could not hold
on.
tried 10 speak to Hattie and explain why
/ was making such fool of myself. The
more | TIED the worse Jared.
Poor Hattie biushed, frowned and brought
her hand down on Der knee sharply. She
seemed to think had brought her there to
make game OF her.
But why proiong the agonyl
Before / could overcome my fit, Hattie
rose in anger, and fed home in a huff, Ieav-
ing me TO frame as many morals as /
wished.
n did not set up cigars for the boys; that
expense was borne by stupid Gns Parker, nv
rival-may he burn for it hereafteri Hattie,
after her marriage to him, wrote me that she
still loved me like brother, but begged me
to sign the temperance pledge, as l valued
nv future welfare.
Thus the deacon's yellow pant2loons turned
out 10 be my ruin; and thus the warning he
gave me had its fulfllment. Through them
lost the girl / sdored; through them was
raised to the pinnacle Of despair.
That night the ghost Of Deacon White ap-
peared before me in my dreams. He carried
his yellow pantaloons in his right hand.
Her Only Cosmetic.
Harper's B.zai.
''The only cosmetic have used" said an
old lady, sis a flannel wast-cloth. For for