The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-06-05
this question as to the authenticity of
the Eudeic monograph

made garments.
Absently, Mr.. Leslie rose up, divest-
ed himself of his faded dressing gown,
and put on the new coat.
Alma and Fanny viewed him with
critical eyes, and exchanged glances of
satisfaction at each other.
docs it feel quite comfortable, papal'
said Alma.
Very nice, my dear-very nice, said
the philosopher. Really didn't know
that old coat looked so nice. Take it
away, daughter, and brush it thorough
ly, and have it ready for me tomorrow,
with fresh necktie and clean pocket
handkerchief.
And once more he plunged into the
depths of the Eudeic monograph ques-
ton.
Fanny said Alma, in a low voice,
'it's success!'
'Alma, responded Fanny, in the same
tone, Il kneao that it would be!'
Mr.. Leslie went to the dlnner-party
at Lynfeld Grange, and astonished sew
eral dozen other old gentlemen by the
depth of his wisdom and the profundity
of his learning, and nobody discovered
that the homemade coat was not the
clelf d eu0ve of a New York clothier.
But Fanny Leslie was not destined to
hear the last of the coat. Miss Helena
St. Joaquin, who had chanced to sur.
prise them in the task, whispered it
mysteriously to her dearest friend Mrs.
Emerson Fielding. And every one
knew, presently, that the Leslie girls
had turned tailoresses and taken in work
by the day.
1T was Fanny said Miss St. Joaquin.
Il saw her myself, pressing out the seams
of coat with prodigious smoothing
iron--a mans coat They tried to
shuttle it out of sight as soon as posi-
BILE, but they weren't quick enough for
me|
'Well,' said Max Lynfeld carelessly,
'why shouldn t they sew mems coats as
we'll as woman's worsted work p
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
'I'm afraid, said she, I'VE shall have
to leave the Leslie girls off our list for
the charade-parties next winter
Max Lynield rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
Then you may leave me off, too !
sald he, and stalked out of the room.
Ae eve,at ct-aioht .tn the old c+ore
house. Fanny was in the garden, gath
ering gchrysantheums-great white-fring
ed beauties, and buds that we've like
balls of gold, and little brick-red bios
SONS full of a strange aromatic fragrance
like Eastern spices.
'Fan,' said he, if you had wanted
money, you ought have come to me.
Haven't we been friends long enough
to induce you to put any confidence in
me?'
Fanny looked at him in serene sur
prise.
'But, Max said she, I'VE don't want
money-no more than usual, that is to
say. Everybody wants money, sup
pose.
And she clipped off stem of rich
maroon flowers, and laid it lovingly
among the rest of her floral trophies.
Honest Max, who had no idea of di-
plomacy, plunged headlong into the
subject.
Then, said he whats all this story
about your taking in tailor work.
about my taking in tailor-work?'
'Yes. Miss St. Joaquin saw you work
ing at it.
did she?' Fanny's cheeks famed
scarlet. miss St. Joaquin had better
have been attending to her own bust
ness. But since she has told you half a
story, 1 may as well supply the other
half. am sure it is no secret
And she told Max Lynfeld the whole
of the simple tale.
Fan, you're triumph said he. 'And
you really made that coat y0urseH?'
Il really made that coat myself-with
| little help from Alma!' proudly spoke
Fanny.
It should like daughter like you
that is to say, when 1 develop into an
old gentleman Of scientific tastes, said
Max.
ooh, you'll never develop into scien-
tist, said Fanny. you are deal too
active and wideawake. You're not half
wise enough.
At this Max's honest countenance fell.
Il knew it, said he sorrowfully. you
despise me. You think 1 am Ounce. ;
Fanny dropped all her flowers, in her
CONSERVATION.
.Oh, Max she cried, Il don't de-
spise you at all. like you!'
That isn't the question: said Max,
moodily. 'The question is, do you A00e
me?'
MAX!
| Fanny! No-stay here!' posting
himself, with lightning rapidity, in the
doorway. UNLESS you jump down the
terrace, you can't get away from me,
And I'm determined to have an answer.
He had the answer. And the answer
was 'Yes.'
1t is very seldom, you see, that a thor
oughly determined young man allows
himself to be baffled.
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow, wa
!. deeply annoyed; Miss St. Joaquin raved
But, you see, Mr.. Lynfield afterwar'
said, Il never should have known hov
much cared for Fan, if 1 hadn't hear'
those spiteful cats criticising her.
And Mr.. Leslie wore the selfsam
, coat to his daughters wedding.
But, to the end of his learned ant
scientific life, he never knew who mad
: it.
Savants are not wise in the ordinar
: events of everyday life.
Y s9aA young man in restaurant late
! ly overheard the following conversatio
! between two rather h-looking, bl