The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1888-10-11

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tone, 81 knew that 1t would bel's
Mr.. Leslie went to the dinner party
ct Lynfeld Grange, and astonished
several dozen other old gentlemen by,s
the dept OF his learning, and nobody
discovered that the homemade coat.
was not the chef d'oeuvre Of New
York clothier.
But Fannie 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 m~ysteriously to her dearest friend,
Mrs. Emerson Fielding, and everyone
knew presently, that the Leslie girls
had turned tailoresses and taken in
work by the day.
ut was Fanny said Miss St. Jac-
quin. l saw her myself, pressing out
the seams Of a coat with q 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 mel"
We'll, said Max Lynfeld, carelessly,i
Hwhy shouldn't they sew on men
NEWS O0 well fbS I'll WOI6UCu WOIhJ&S%SJ&
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
'tI'm afraid, nshe said, WI shall
have to leave the Leslie girls offsour
list Tor the charade parties next win.
ter
Max Lynfeld rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
"Then you may leave me of, tool"
said he, and stalked out Of the ROOM.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was there in the gar-s
den gathering chrysanthemums-great
white-fringed beauties, and the buds
that were like balls Of gold, and brick
red blossoms full of a strange aromat-
ic fragrance, like Eastern spices.
"Fan," said he .sit you had wanted
money you ought to have come to
me, Haven't we been friends long
enough to induce you to put any corr
fdence in me?"
Fanny looked at him in serene sur
prise.
"But, MaK," said she, I'VE don't
want money-no o than usual,
that is to say. Everybodye wants
money, I 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
diplomacy, plunged into the subject.
."Then," said he, whats all this
talk about your taking in tailor
work."
about my taking in tailor work."
Yes. Miss st. Jacquis saw you
working at it."
did she?" Fanny's cheeks famed
scarlet. "Miss st. Joaquin had better
be attending to her own business. But
since she has told you half the story,
] may as well tell you the other hall.
/ am sure it's no secret" And she
told Max Lynfeld the simple tale.
"Fan, you're q trump" said he.
''And you really made tho coat y6uFr-
selIf24
Il really made that coat myself,
with a little help from Almapp proud
ly spoke Fanny.
81 should Hike a daughter like you,
that is to say, when / develcpe into
old gentleman OF scientific tastes"
said Max.
ooh, you'll neve develope into an
old gentleman of scientific tastes"
said Fanny. you're not half wise
enough"
At this Max's honest countenancs
fell.
IT knew it, said he, sorrowfully.
.sYou despise me. You think I'm .
Fanny dropped her flowers in con-
ooh, Max" she cried, 81 don't de-
spise you, / like you'll"
"That isn't the question" said Max,
moodily. s'The question is, do you
love me?"
"Max!"
"Fanny! No-stay here!" posting
himself with lightning rapidity in the
'Unless you jump down
the terrace you can't get away from
me. And ] am determinedto have an
answer"
He had the answer. And the an,
was fYes.,n
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow,
was deeply annoyed; Miss st. Joaquin
raved.
"But," you see," Mr.. Lynfield after
ward said, II never shonld have
known how much I cared for Fan, if
hadn't heard those spiteful cats criti-
her.
Mr.. Leslie wore the selfsame coat to
his daughters wedding. But, to the
end OF his learned and scientific life, he
never knew who made it. Savants
not wise in the ordinary events OF
everyday life.