Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-05-20

'Wnile go uOWn - tue Sloto "hu '"y
the broadcloth. We haven't 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
n pencil back Of each ear and pen in
his hand, making notes and scribbllng
off paragraphs, all unconscious of what
was going on around him.
If Pm 10 be at that dinner-party of
"savants, ~ he said to Alma, Il must
settle this question rs to the authenti-
CITY of the Eudeic monograph
Certainly, papa said Alma, in an
abstracted way, as she hemmed new
black silk cravat, and pondered as to
the practicability of new gloves, and
whether her father could be induced to
wear them if they were bought.
Papa said Fanny, the evening be-
fore the eventful day, we want you to
try on your coat tonight
TO try on my coat y vaguely repeat
ed the philosopher. What coat? what
for -
'Oh, just to see if it's all right y said
Fanny, not without a little qualm of
terror lest her father should discover
the pious fraud and object to wear
homemade 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.
Does it feel quite comfortable, papa?'
asked 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 leady for me to NOR
row, with fresh necktie and a 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 a success y
Alma responded Fanny, in the
same tone, Il knew that it would be y
Mr.. Leslie went to the dinner-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
chief d'eature of New York clot hier.
But Fanny Leslie was not dest ined
to hear the last of the coat. Miss
Helena st. Joaquin, who had chanc ed
to surprise 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 aud taken
in work by the day.
1t was Fanny said MissSt. Joaquin,
Il saw her myself, pressing out the
seams of coat with a prodigious
smoothing-iron-a mans coat ! They
tried to shuttle i: out of sight as soon
as possible, but they weren't quick
enough for me y
'Well,' said Max Lynlield carelessly
why shouldn't they sew mems coats
as we'll as woman's worsted work =
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
Pm afraid, said she, we shall have
to leave The Leslie girls off our list fol
the charade.parties next winter
Max Lynfeld rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
Then you may leave me off, too !!
said he, and stalked out of the room.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was in the garden gath
ering chrysantheums great white
fringed beauties, and buds that were
like balls of gold, and little brick-red
blossoms full of strange aromatic
fragrance lika Eastern spices.
Fam said he, III you had wanted
money, you ought haye come to me
Haven't we been friends long enough
to induce you to put any confidence in
me p
Fanny looked at him in serene sur
prise.
But Max she said, we don't wan
money-no more than usual, that is t
say. Everybody wants money, l sup
pose.'
And she clipped off a stem of rich
maroon flowers, and laid it lovingly a
mong the rest of her floral trophies.
Honest Max, who had no idea of di
plomacy, plunged headlong into the sub
ject.
Them said he, what's all this story
about your taking in tailor work p