Connecticut western news., 1886-05-05

aDSrraCteu way, as Sne ueullleu AeW black silk cravat, and pondered as to the practicabihty of new gloves, and wheth- | CT her father could be induced to wear them if they were bought.
 'sPapa," said Fanny, the evening be- fore the eventful day, ''we want you to try on your coat tonight"
 gro try on my coatp' vaguely repeat ed the philosopher. ''What coata what | for2" !. Oh, just to see if it's all rightl" said Fanny, not without.a little qualm of ter TOT lest her father should discover the pious fraud and object to wear home made garments.
 Absently, Mir. Leslie rose up, divested himself of his faded dressing gown, and | put on the new coat. Alma and Fanny viewed him with crit ical eyes, and exchanged glances of satis- I faction at each other.
 ''Does it feel quite comfortable, paps9'' 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 thoroughly, 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 oues- tion.
 "Fanny," said Alma, in low voice, 'it's successw
 "Alma," responded Fanny, in the same tone, 'I knew that it would be!'
 Mr. Leslie went to the dinner party at Lynfield Grange, and astonished several 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'eucre of New York clothier.
 But Fanny Leslie was not destined to hear the last of the coat. Miss Helena St. Jacquin, who had chanced to surprise them in the task, whispered it mysterious ly to her dearest friend Mrs. Emerson Fielding. And every one knew, pres ently, that the Leslie girls had turned addresses and taken in work by the day.
 'It was Fanny" said Miss St. Jacquin. q saw her myself, pressing out the seams of a coat with prodigious smoothing iron-a mans coat! They tried to shuf- fle it out of sight as soon as possible, but they weren't quick enough for mae!''
 "Well," said Max Lynfeld carelessly, "why shouldn't they sew mems coats as we'll as woman's worsted work2"
 Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her pretty little nose.
 'Tm afraid," said she, five shall have to leave the Leslie girls off our list for the | charade-partles next winter" Max Lynfeld rose up in exceeding great wrath.
 "Then you may leave ms off, tool" 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 blos- soms full of a strange aromatic fragrance like Eastern spices.
 'Fan," said he, Eff 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 mel"
 Fanny looked at him in serene surprise. ''But, Max," said she, "we don't want money-no more than usual, that is to say. Everybody wants money, SUD- pose"
 And she clipped off stem of rich ma- room flowers, and laid it lovingly among the rest of her floral trophies, Honest Max, who had no idea of di. plon.Acy, plunged headlong into the sub- ject.
 "Then," said he, "what's all this story about your taking in tailor-work9"
 "About my taking in tailor-work2"
 "Yes. Miss St. Jacquin saw you working at it."
 'Did she2" Fanny's cheeks famed scarlet. 'NIiss St. Jacquin had better have been attending to her own business. But since she has told you half story, Imay as we'll supply the other half. I am sure it is no secret"
 And she told Max Lynfeld the whole l of the simple tale.
 'sFan, you're trump!" said he. 'tAnd you really made that coat yoursey7'
 'I really made that coat myself-with a little help from Alma!" proudly spoke Fanny.
 'I should like daughter like you that is to say, when develop into an old gentleman of scientific tastes," said Max.
 ''Oh, you'll never develop into scien- tist," said Fanny. "You are a deal too active and wideawake. You're not half wise enough"
 At this Max's honest countenance fell.
 q knew it." said he sorrowfully. 'sYou despise me. You think I am a dunce."
 l Fanny dropped all her flowers, in her consternation.
 "Oh, Max," she cried, q don't de- spise you at all. like yout'
 'sThat isn't the question, said Max,