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


going to haye a dinner-party at The
Grange OF learned gentlemen And
papa is to be invited p
Fanny Leslie flung her little crochet
cap into the air, and caught it again
with the deXterity of slght.of-hand
performer.
Max Lynfeld, who was sitting on the
low stone stile that separated the we'll
kept grounds of the Grange from the
weedy wilderness Of the Leslie estate,
with a gun balanced on his shoulder,
and a game-bag slu1g oyer hls back,
nodded emphatically.
All the scientific lights of the con-
vention are to be invited said he,
| sSrectacles and baldheads will be at
premium. Don't you wish you were a
learned old fudge-eh, Fan? Of course,
YOUR governor is to be inyited. Don't
he know the most about Egyptology
and ancient Roman letterings, of any
old gentleman IN the land ? Isn't
Professor Tolmaine especially anxious
to make his acquaintance ? And isn't
Doctor Debrun going to bring, in his
waistcoat pocket, slab of stone chip
ped off from the nose of some Assyrian
statue or other for him to Identify !
What are you looking so sober about !
Jealous because you can't make out the
company, eh? I'm sorry for you, Fan
nv but you had no business to be a
woman
1T isn't that said Fannie, with lu :
dicrous solemnity. What day is the
dinner to be, Max p
The seventeenth. Just two weeks
from to-day. But say, Fan, what
are you in such hurry for p
It's almost sundown,' said Miss
Leslie, gathering her scarf about her
shoulders in hurried way. And |
have wasted ever 50 much time here
already. Good-by, Max y
Yes; but l say, Fanny
The only response to his appeal was
the light, quicS sound of the girls
footsteps. as she fitted away over the
carpet of autumn leaves that covered
the path, into the yellow mist of the
notoha- aftarnoon
what a pretty girl that is y Max
Lynfield murmured to himself. Her
eyes are exactly the color of hazlenut,
and she has got the sweetest little su-
zar-plum of mouth that [ ever beheld!
But don't see why she need be in
such a hurry
And he disconsolately picked up the
game bag which he had unbuckled
from his shoulder, and strobe away,
whistling.
Meanwhile, Fanny Leslie had sped
to the dreary, old-fashioned stone
house, blotched with milew and full OF
a spectral silence, where old Mr.. Leslie
sat. spectacled and absorbed, among
his books, and Alma, the eldest dau9h-
ter, was in the kitchen making dam
son pudding for dinner.
She looked up as Fanny came flying
in.
Il thought you never were coming,
Fam said she. Did you bring the
powdered sugar p
Here it is Fanny flung little pa
per on the table. But oh, Alma the
dinner. party at tho Grange is to be on
the seventeenth, and papa is to be one
of the invited guests j
Alma Leslie paused in her task oi
sprinkling snowy sugar over the crush :
ed purple damsons in the plate.
oh, Fanny y said she. But OF
course he can't 60. He has no coat iii
to be seen at dinner party in Colonel
Lynfe'd's house,
Alma. he must 60 y
How can he, Fanny p
1T will be such treat for him, AL
ma, to meet those scientific gentlemen
and get glimpse Of the world he has
so long left behind him. pleaded Fan
ny. I'VE must manage it somehow +!
Alma knitted her black brOws to
gether.
'How much money--is there in th'
drawer, Fan p she asked, abruptly.
Il don't quite know-fitteen dollars
think
All this proves the imposibllity oI
our fine dinner-party, Fan, said Alma
Struggling her shoulders. Fifteen dol
lars would just abont purchase tn
cloth for a new coat
Fanny looked gravely at her sister.
WELL said she, this is all [ want
Give me the cloth, and I'll make tn
coat
what nonsense. Fanny p
1T isn't nonsense at all
You make broadcloth coat p
why shouldn't I? Didn't [ max
a cloth ulster for myself, and make
nice, too p
But you are not tailor y
sI'll be tailoress, which is just q
good.'