The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1886-12-08

gown, and put on the new coat. Alma
and Fanny viewed him with critical
eyes, and exchanged chances of salts
faction.
"Does it feel quite comfortable,
papa ?" 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 neck-tie and
clean pocket-handkerchief
And once more he plunged into the
depths of the Eudic monography ques-
ton.
Fanny" said Alma, in a low voice,
ITS SUGGEST
"Alma," said Fanny, in the same
tone, knew that it would bel"
Mr.. Leslie went to the dinner-party
at Lyn6eld Grange and astonished
several dozen other old gentlemen by
the depth of his learning, and nobody
discovered that the homemade coat
was not the chef d'@uvre of New York
clothier.
But Fanny Leslie was not destined
to hear the last of the coat. Miss
Helena st. Joaquin, who had Glanced
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 and taken in
work by the day.
cit was Fanny" SAID Miss st.
Joaquin. L" saw her myself pressing
out the seams of a coat with pro-
digious smoothing-iron-a mans coatl
| They tried to shuttle it out of sight as
soon as possible, but they weren't quick
enough for mel"
" WE'LL" said Max Lynfeld, care
lessly, "why shouldn't they sew on
mems coats as well as on worsted
work?n
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
Pm afraid" said she, 1--WE shall
have to leave the Leslie girls off our
list for the charade parties next winter"
Max Lynfeld rose in exceeding great
wrath.
"Then you may leave me off, tool"
said he, and he stalked out of the
room.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was there in the gar
den, gathering chrysanthemums-great
white-fringed beauties, and the buds
that were like balls of gold, and brick
red blossoms full of a strange arom attic
fragrance like Eastern spices.
Fam" said he, elf you wanted
money you ought to 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 surprise.
But, Max" said she, "we don't
want money-no more than usual, that
is to say. Everybody wants money, 1
suppose"
And she clipped off a stem of rich
maroon flowers and laid it lovingly
among the rest of her floral trophies.
Honest Max, who had no idea of diplo-
macy, plunged headlong into the sub
ject.
" Them" said he, whats all this
talk about your taking in tailor-work?"
"About my taking tailor-work?"
Yes. Miss ST. Joaquin saw you
working 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
the story L may as well tell the other
half. | am sure it's no secret.n And
she told Max Lynfeld the simple tale.
Fan, you're a triumph" said he.
And you really made that coat your
self 2"
81 really made that coat myself,
with little help from Alma!" proudly
spoke Fanny.
" should like daughter like you
that is to say when l develop into an
old gentleman of scientific tastes" said
Max.
"Oh, you'll never develop into an
old gentleman of scientific tastes" said
Fanny. " You're not half wise enough. y
AT this MaX's honest countenance
fell.
81 knew it," said he, sorrowfully
" You despise me. You think | am a
Ounce"
Fanny dropped all her flowers in con
sternation.
so Max" she cried, &C don't despise
you at all. / like you!n
That isn't the question: said Max
moodily. "The question is, do you
love me?'
MAX !"
Fanny No-stay herel' posting
himself with lightning rapidity in the
doorway. " UNLESS you jump down
the terrace, you can't get away from
me. And | am determined to have an
answer"
He had the answer. And the an.
swer was I" Yes"
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow, was
deeply annoyed; Miss st. Joaquin raved
But, you see," Mr.. Lynheld after
ward said, 81 never should have
known how much cared for Fan if
hadn't heard those spiteful cats crit
cising her."
Mr.. Leslie wore the self-same coat tC
his daughters wedding. But, to the
end of his learned and scientific life, he
never knew who made it. Savants are
not wise in the ordinary events Of
every. day life.-Helen Forrest Graues
A TERRIBLE fire arouses the appre
tensions of whole city. And yet the
wild havoc of disease startles no one