The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-05-25
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is it9 Is he wearing it nowW
"He has got on that old drcssing-gowr
of his" said Alma.
"Then get the coat-that's a dear
and rip it carefully apart" said Fanny,
"while I 60 down to the store and buy
the broadcloth. We haven't q second OF
time to loose"
The next two days were days of cut,
ting, stitching, pressing, calculating, in
the big, sunny south room which the
Leslie girls called their boudoir.
Old Mr.. Leslie sat among his dusty
tones and ponderous dictionaries, with a
pencil back of each car and a pen in
his hand, making notes and scribbling
Oft paragraphs, all unconscious of what
was going on around him.
eff Pm to be at that dinner-party of
%saoants," he said to Alma, 81 must settle
this question rs to the authenticity of the
Eudcic monograph"
"Certainly, papa" said Alma, in nh
distracted way, as she hemmed q new
black silk cravat, and pondered as to the
practicability of new gloves, and wheth-
or her father could be induced to wear
them if they were bought.
"Papa," said Fanny, the evening be-
fore the eventful day, 1--WE want you to
try on your coat tonight"
"To try on my coatr' vaguely repeat
ed the philosopher. "What coat2 what
FORE"
Oh, just to sec if it's all right" said
Fanny, not without a little qualm of ter
ror lest her father should discover the
pious fraud and object to wear home
made garments.
Absently, Mr.. Leslie rose up, Invested
himself of his faded dressing gown, and
put on the new coat.
Alma and Fanny viewed him with crit
ical eyes, and exchanged chances of salts
faction at each other.
"Does it feel quite comfortable, papa9'
said Alma.
every nice, my dcar-very NICE" said
the philosopher. Greatly I didn't know
that old coat looked so nice. Take it
away, daughter, and brush it thoroughly,
and have it ready for me tomorrow,
with n fresh nccktic and a clean pocket
handkerchief"
And once he plunged into the
depths of the Eudcic monograph ques-
ton.
"Fanny," said Alma, in q low voice,
'it's a SUGGEST"
"Alma," responded Fanny, in the
same tone, ri knew that it would bel"
Mr.. Leslie went to the dinner party at
Lynfield Grange, and astonishcd several
dozen other old gentlemen by the depth
Of his wisdom and the profundity of his
earning, and nobody discovered hat the
coat was not the chief G'euvre
Of a New York clothicr.
But Fanny Leslie was not destined to
lear the last Of the coat. Miss Helena
Joaquin, who had Glanced to surprise
hem in the task, whispered it mysterious
y to her dearest friend Mrs. Emerson
Fielding. And every one knew, pres
'ntly, that the Leslie girls had turned
and taken in work by the day.
"It was Fanny" said Miss st. Joaquin.
4 saw her myself, pressing out the seams
If a coat with a p%rodigious smoothing
ROMA mans coat! They tried to shut
lie it out of sight as soon as possible, but
hey weren't quick enough for mel"
"Well," said Max Lynfcld carelessly,
why shouldn't they sew mems coats as
veil as woman's worsted workW
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
little nose.
'I'm afraid" said she, eve shall have
o leave the Leslie girls off our list for the
municipalities next winter"
Max Lynfield rose up in exceeding
,reat wrath.
"Then you may leave M, off, toow
aid he, and stalked out ofthe room.
He went straight to the old stone
louse. Fanny was in the garden, gath
ring 'chrysantheums = great white
beauties, and buds that were like
'of gold, and little brick-rcd bios
oms full of a strange aromatic fragrance
ike Eastern spices.
'Fan," said he, elf you had wanted
money, you ought have come to me.
we been friends long enough to
induce you to put any confidence in me2"
Fanny looked at him in serene surprise,
'But, Max" said she, tive don't want
,oney-no more than usual, that is to