St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1886-12-09

But FANNIE Leslie was NOT destined
to hear the last of the coat. Miss Hell
ena st. Joaquin, who had Glanced to
surprise them in the task, whispered
it mysteriousIy to her dearest friend
Mrs. Emerson Fielding, and every one
knew, presently, that the Leslie girl;
had turned tailOresses and taken il
work by the day.
sit was Fanny" said Miss st. JAG
quin. 81 saw her myself, pressing out
the seams of a coat with prodigious
smoothing -iron-a mans coat! They
tried to shuttle it out of sight as soon
as possible, but they weren't quick
enough for me ~
"Well," said Max Lynfield, careless
ly, "why shouldn't they sew on mems
coats as well as on wOrsted work 7"
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
.sPm afraid,n she said, eve shall
have to leave the Leslie girls off our
list for the charade parties next win
ter"
Max Lynfield rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
"Then you may leave me of, too !!
said he, and stalked out of the room.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was there in the gar
den gathering chrysanthemums-g
white fringed beauties, and the buds
that were like balls of gold, and brick
red blossoms full of strange aromatic
fragrance like Eastern spices.
"Fan," said he, "if you had wanted
money you ought to have come to me.
Haven't we been friends long enough
to induce you to put any confidence in
meq"
Fanny looked at him in serene sur
prise.
"But, Max" said she, 1--WE don't
want mOney--nO more than usual, that
is to say. Every body wants money,
suppose"
And she clipped off stem of rich
maroon 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
subject.
"Then," said he, "what's all this
talk about your taking in tailor work ~
"About my taking tailor work ?"
eyes Miss ST. Joaquin saw you
working at it"
''Did she 2" 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, may as we'll tell the other
half. | am sure it's no secret" And
she told Max Lyntield the simple tale.
"Fan, you're a trump" said he.
"And you really made the coat your
self 2"
81 really made that coat myself
with IL little help from Alma !" proud
ly spoke Fanny.
81 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"
At this Max's honest cOuntenance
fell.
81 knew it," said he, sorrowfully.
"You despise me. You think 1 am a
Ounce"
Fanny dropped all her flowers in
go Max" she cried, 81 don't despise
you at all. | like you"
idO 1911 u 4uOoOiOhJ Stoit uAoA
moodily. "The question is, do you
love me 2"
"Max !"
"Fannyi No stay here!" posting
himself with lightning rapidity in the
doorway. "Unless you jump down
the terrace, you can't get away from
me. And l am determined to have an
answer"
He had the answer. And the an
swer was eyes"
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow,
was deeply annoyed; Miss st. Joaquin
raved.
"But, you see," Mr.. Lyntield after
ward said, ~ never should have known
how much cared for Fan, if l hadn't
heard those spiteful cats criticising
her."
Mr.. Leslie wore the self same coat
to his daughters wedding. But, to
the end of his learned and scientific
life, he never knew who made it. Sa-
wants are not wise in the ordinary
events of everyday life.-EHelen For
rest Graves.