The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-04-29

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 coatH' vaguely repeat
ed the philosopher. "What coat9 what
for?"
Oh, just to see 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.
Abscntly, Mr.. 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 glanccs of salts
faction at each other.
''Does it feel quite comfortable, papa?'
said Alma.
every nice, my dear-very nice" said
the philosopher Greatly l 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 nccktic and clean pocket
handkerchief"
And once more he plunged into the
depths of the Eudcic monograph ques-
ton.
''Fanny," sa,d Alma, in low voice,
stit's SUGGEST"
"Alma," responded Fanny, in the
same tone, 81 knep that it would bel"
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 Gcurre
of New York clothier.
But Fanny Leslie was not destined to
hear the last of the coat. Miss Helena
St. Joaquin, 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
emily, that the Leslie girls had turned
taioresses and taken in work by the day.
"It was Fanny" said Miss St. Joaquin.
81 saw her myself, pressing out the seams
of coat with a prodigious smoothing
iron-a mans coat! They tried to shut
file it out of sight as soon as possible, but
they weren't quick enough for me-"
"Well," said Max Lynield carelcssly,
"why shouldn't they sew mems coats as
we'll as woman's worsted workl"
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
"Im afraid" said she, 1--WE shall have
to leave the Leslie girls off our list for the
charade-partics next winter"
Max Lynfeld rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
"Then you may leave M off, tool!
said he, and stalked out of the room.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was in the garden, gath
cring chrysantheums - great white
fringed beauties, and buds that were 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 tc
induce you to put any confidence in me9'
Fanny looked at him in serene surprise.
'But, Max" said she, 1--WE don't want
moncy-no more than usual, that is tc
say. Everybody wants money, l sup
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
plomacy, plunged headlong into the sub
| jcct.
"Then," said he, "what's all this story
about your taking in tailor-worl?"
"About my taking in taiior-work"
eyes. Miss St. Joaquin saw yo,
working at it."
"Did she?" Fanny's cheeks famed
scarlet. Miss St. Joaquin had bette
rhave been attending to her own business
But since she has told YOU half story
l may as well supply the other half.
am sure it is no secret"
And she told Max Lynfed the Who'll,
of the simple tale.
'Fan, you're trumpm said he. "AnC
you really made that coat yourseJ?"
81 really made that coat myself-witl
a little help from Alma!' proudly spok
Fanny.
81 should like daughter like you
that is to say, when develop into an OLE
gentleman of scientific tastes" said Max
''Oh, you'll never develop into scien
tist," said Fanny. ''You are deal to
active and wideawake. You're not hal
wise enough
At this Max's honest countenance fell
az knew it" said he sorrowfully
''You dcspise me. You think l am
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, Fanny dropped all her flowers, in he
CONSERVATION.
"Oh, Max" she cried, ~ don't dc
spise you at all. like you!"
THAT isn't the question:" said Max