St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-12-26
~ Y.rlo,r Pnntnraons.


boys sold Deacon White cat skin for 6
mink; the receipts We spent in cigars and
cocktails The next Sunday. as the deacon
was at church, pinned acat,s skin ION the
rear Of his yellow pantaloons, The sight set
all the girls and boys tittering. The next
day the deoeon met me, and in a kindly
way told me thai 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 as soon
as the deacon's back was turned burst out
laughing 1 was one Of the boys, aud not TO
be frightened By deaeon's warnings told
the story to the boys at the store that even
ing, and enjoyed the chorus Of laughter at
the word-pictures Of the deacon's panta-
looms, bis face OF wonder, and his sober
counsel. .'--
Months passed on. Ateighteen one grows
fast The descon's yellow pants, his counsel
and himself were almost forgotten in the
rush of events.
Two years later fell in love with black
eyed schoolmistress who lived in q pretty
cottage OF her own beside a eopse OF birehes.
She was the belle of Oneida county. and I
loved the very ground she owned; and l
loved her for her own sake. for she was as
trig and true a schOOlmistress as ever forced
ideas into youngster through the front or
back door. Her eyes were. blaeker than Sap
pho's, AMI the dimples in her cheek overran
with roses. What could she find to love in
mel
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 was
not, however, on that occasion dressed in his
yellow pantaIoOns. Had he been
But ii is useless to speculate; the field is
boundless- On what slender thread hangs
a story Of life.
j remember his funeral well; the under
taker bad rehearsed his part several DAYS, for
the deacon was a man Of consequence. How
the undertaker's stentorian voice rang
through the house as he divided the kin
from the crowdl In still louder tone he
Oade every one take a last look At the dis
a1ssd, and warned loiterers to make haste
then, ike 4 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 delsyl The mind loves 10 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 beouest
TO an orphan lad who lived with his elder
sister on the skirts Of the town. Widow
White herself asked me 10 carry the panta-
looms 10 the Orphans house. l lett them
with his sister Clara, and ran of 10 pay my
court to the black-eyed schOolmistress She
Promised to meet me the next day after
prayer meeting in a wood near by. Invent
home the huppiest man in Hopville.
The next morning Hattie was at the trvst-
ing place, all bowed and friIIed her prettiest
We sat down on 4 log. took my eharmer's
hand, and began TO STAN mer out my love and
hopes in as many nouns, adjectives and verbs
as / could muster.
Iwas pausing to take breath. when caught
sight Of something like a startled fawn steal
Ing through the bushes. / have a scientific
mind, and like 10 search for the truth.
peered at the intruder; It was the orphan
boy, and he had on the deacon'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 to learn how the boys sister
had so quickly yamped the testator's yellow
pantaloOns. Had she taken in a seam!
But the boy is creeping nearer.
Hattie does not see him; she Is too busy
with her own thoughts-engaged, doubt
not, in the delicate problem of adding up my
vices and virtues, and substracting-which
from whiehi
Suddenly the truant lifts his head, turns,
and flies. In q moment my curiosity is salts
fed. The orphan boys sister hai indeed re-
adjusted the deacon's yellow pantaloons; 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, and
where they were most prominently too large
for the boy, she had punched up the super
fluffy. tied it with her lazy string and sent
the boy to school. No wonder the merry
rouge had been unable to withstand the jeers
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 fo,estl
But no sooner did set eyes on this elish
sighat than I had sueh..a laughing fit could
neither sit not stand. 1 was so filed with
laughter and giggling that 1 could not hold
on.
tried to speak to Hattie aud explain why
was making such a fool of myself. The
more / tried the worse / Jared.
Poor Hattie blushed, froEned and brought
her hand down on her knee sharply. Sine
seemed to think L had brought her there to
make game Of her.
Bat why proIong the agonyl
Before / could overcome nv fit. Hattie
rose in anger, and fed home in a huff. leav-
ing me TO frame as many morals as /
wished.
u did not set up cigars for the boys; that
expense was borne by stupid Gus Parker, my
rival-may he burn for 1t hereafterl Hattie,
after her marriage 10 him, wrote me that She
still loved me like a brother, but begged me
TO sign the temperance pledge, as l valued
nv future welfare.
Thus the deacOn's yellow pantalOons turned
out TO be my ruin; and thus the warning be
gave me had its fulillment. 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 nv dreams He carried
his yellow pantalOons in his right hand.
Her Only Cosmetic.
Harper's BazaI.
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old lady, sis flannel wasb-cloth. For for