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WANTED. A DRESS SUIT.

WANTED. A DRESS SUIT.
by Jove. that miserable tailor is
enough to drive a man crazy" cried
Judge Henry Winkler desperately, not
knowing whether to curse or laugh. lie
paced the room as he spoke, Ike a Gagged
animal. Poor fellow. His anger was
not unreasonable rs he strobe up and
down the limited space, lis hair dressed
and %perfumed, and attired il shining
patent leather boots, linen faultlcssly
laundried-but there our description
must cease, and we must not further di-
late on the bridegroom's apparel. Yes,
Henry Winkler was to be married at II
o'clock, sharp, to his adored Aurclia, in
one of the most fashionable churches.
The tailor had promised him to deliver
his dress suit at his apartments at 10
o'clock, and now it was quite II 80, and
Mr.. Winkler stood arraycd in spotlcss
white and there were no signs of a swal.
low-tail anywhere!
"Do you know what l would do?'
ventured an oticious grcomsmar, who
had come TO escort the judge to church.
81 would just put O. my morning coat
and start at once. l do believe that
this will be the very best thing you can
do Just now
"Bring me a hattul of last years hail,
but pray do not mention my morning
coat, nor put in a plea for my trousers"
cried Winkler, laughing wildly. Zone
can see the sunshine through my coat;
and leaving out such triaes as style and
cut, my trousers, which were black ten
years ago, are o Of such q hue as to
be totally indcscribable. Man is always
q laughable object when he is getting
married, even at his best; but if | array
myself as you suggest | am half afraid
that Aurclia would say No instead Of
Yes when We meet at the altar"
''But what is to be done:" urged the
groomsman. ''What can YOU do? 1t is
getting late. Did you not say that the
tailor said1O o'clock. See, it is II 30"
cried Charley Held, nervously.
"IIe certainly said 10 O'clock the
judge answered, solemnly.
"Wcll, suppose w send for your dress
suit2' said Charley.
"What are you dreaming of" returned
the judge. ut would take more than
an hour for any messenger to get from
here to the tailor shop"
"You are right, sighed Charley. "But
tell me what was your reason for order
ing your wedding clothes so late? They
should have been here a week ago. Why
were you so foolish?"
Il was foolish TO trust to that beast Of
a tailor. l always put off things until
the very last moment, and o | am to
be punished, ] suppose and Henry
Winkler threw himself into an arm chair.
'Look at my new dress suit" said
Charley Held, smoothing his coat down
in front of q long dressing glass.
doesn't it fit me we'll? Oh, l was
smarter than you, judge, for my dress
suit was ordered in good time and sent
homo a week ago. / had it made cX-
pressly to wait on you"
Your lecture may be very amusing"
groaned the Judge, ''but it fails to keep
Inc ont of this muddle."
Suddenly the judge bounded up from
the arm. chair, grasped the astonishcd
Charley by the shoulders, and looked at
him fixcdly, while he cried:
"But you can help mt if you will, old
fellow. l see that you can be of the
greatest assistance 10 me in this, the
most threatening moment Of my exist
cncc."
a." answered the surprised friend.
"What on earth can l do to help you
now? cannot see my way"
"But you will see your way. Look in
the glass, my dear boy. See how we
stand-as much alike in figure as two
peas"
"Well, what of that?" asked Charley,
as the judge devourcd his figure with
his large brown eyes.
"Don't you see, my dearest friend,
how you can help me? Why, you must
lend Inc your dress suit so that l can
hurry and get married." the judge said,
impetuously.
'What could Mr.. Held do. He gave
one long, dcspairing glance at his tall,
fiji e figure in the glass, and thought Of
the charming Bertha, whom he, as best
man, was to escort to the altar. Alas.
he had contemplated this pleasure for
weeks, and now he was to lie undresscd,
like q naughty boy, in the middle of the
day. He was angry with himself that
he had strutted before the glass and
called the judges attention to his dress
suit. but some one had to suffer. evil
IDENTITY, and so Charley resigned his
new clothes to his enrapturcd friend.
1t took Judge Winkler but q moment
to slip into the dress suit, and soon he
had arrived at the church, escorted by
the faithful Charley. who had donned
the perforated morning Goa and the
despiSed trousers. Winklcr was the
happiest of men, and Charley one of
the saddcst, as he walked up the aisle
with the lovely Bertha on his arm at
whom he dared not look, for fear she
would break off her engagement with
him. An hour later the newly.marricd
pair went in the cars steaning away to
Greenwald, where they were to pass their
honeymoon. The judge had bribcd the
guard to give them a separate carriage.
He had thrown off his overcoat and sat
with his arm around his wife, pressing
her tight against Charley IIeld's dress
coat.
"My dear husband, did you not as
sure me that you never smoked!" the
newly.wed spouse demanded.
"you arc certainly right, my little
darling" the judge replied; Il never
smoke"
'.WclI, what is that in your coat
pocket" the girl asked, smiling.
at is nothing but my note book"
the judge answered.
! ga notebook, indeed" cried Mrs.
Winkler. 81 will bet anything it is a
cigar.case."
About half q minute later the young
wife had thrust her nimblc fingers in
her husbands pocket and had drawn out
a real. true cigar. case. and such a cigar
case-all embroidered and perfumed,
and bearing on its back this inscription:
"Tom my dearest"
Casting an angry and astonishcd look
at her husband, Mrs. Winklcr said:
"What made you deny the fact that
you smoked? Did you think l would
be displeased? But tell me-, she added.
in q changed voice, "who embroidered
this case for you?"
"Now l am in a predicamcnt,' the
judge thought to himself, and laughed
%nervously, at which his wife seemed
to regard him with increased displeas-
ure.
This cigar case belongs to 4 friend Of
mine," he stammered.
"This is a pretty tale" cried Mrs.
Winkler, and she drew out of the side
of the card-case a perfumcd. pink-hued
note, folded in a lovers knot. The cars
stopped for a while, and Judge Winkler
left the train that he might procure some
fruit for his bride. While the Judge
was absent his wife utilized his absence
in perusing the note, which ended with,