The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-01-05

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Of tulle. They'll look just lovely. And
DR.. Adams-you remember Everett
Adams, who studied with father-he's
to be best man."
''Land" CALCULATED grandma. ~
should think that Jack would be the
best man amongst 'em."
"Well,' laughed Nanny, with a
blush that would have been the pre-
else tint for her bridemaids' dresses, ~
think he is; but that isn't what they
call him.
"And what is low dresses?'' queried
grandma.
"Oh, low-necked, and with no
sleeves; just a strap across the shoul-
der, you know"
"Good graciousr' exclaimed the old
lady, looking over her spectacles with
glare Of horror. Il should think
that aoas low! Dreadful low too.
They'd ought to be 'shamed O their
selves!"
"Why, gran, it's the fashion"
II don't care nothing about that,
child; it amt decent, nor it amt pret-
ty Who wants to see them girls
bones? and girls in these days haven't
got much more'n skin and bones.
Mabbe that young doctor may like
studyin' of 'em, and seein' how the
jints work; but I should ruther be a
dead skeleton than live one, if was
a-goin' to be studied by young doc
tor"
"Grandma, I do think you're dread
full! Why, Alice Brooks has got neck
and arms like baby; and Rosina
Leavitt's are lovely too, if she is lit
tie dark"
swell, anyway, I call it cruelty to
animals to hev them girls go out in
that condition of cold winters night
into big draughty church. Be you
goin' low tow?"
"Oh no! It's not the fashion for
|
brides. I'm goin' to have white satin,
high to the throat and down to the
wrists, with beautiful lace all about
it,"
81 guess your pa wouldn't let you
go any other way" dryly remarked
grandma.
81 guess he'd have to, if twas the
fashion, pouted Nanny.
s"Well, fools amt all dead yet" re-
torted grandma, with some severity.
"When I was married twas daylight,
and to home. Eben and me was going
down to Boston for spell; he was in
old Silas Bunker's store then. | had
on dark blue cloth habit with frogs
onto it, and big Leghorn bonnet
with white feather, real long and
curly, an some red roses under the
the front ont. Twas warm an SEN
sible for ride in September, and our
folks thought / looked considerable
we'll"
The old lady's keen dark eyes and
delicate aquiline profile, though the
waved hair was now snow white, and
the small mouth had lost its color and
fulness, made Nanny acquiesce in 'our
folks verdict
Il guess you looked just lovely,
grandma; but"
"Say! here's the doctor!' screamed
Thankful Bangs, who was setting the
table for dinner, and Nanny's speech
never was finished, for she and grand
ma rushed out to meet the welcome
guest.
Two hours after, when the dinner
had been discussed and the guests we're
picking out their walnuts and butter
nuts, the never-failing last course at
Traverse for Thanksgiving dinner,
Mrs. Campbell said, suddenly, "Oh,
Nanny! | quite forgot. Here's little
note that came for you after you left.
Nanny took the envelop, and after
the fashion of women eyed it ON the
outside, turned it over and examined
the seal, and then returned it and in
spected again the direction and the
postmark.
"Seems to me it would be quicker
way to find out who wrote it if you
opened it, remarked DR.. Campbell.
Nanny laughed, and broke the seal.
"Oh dearr' she said, after running
through the brief missive. isn't this
provoking! It is Aida Van Alstyne.
Just hear:
"'MY DEAR NANNY have Only
found out to-day that your maid"
intend to wear low dresses. | never
have given in to that style yet, but il
[ could sacrifice what you would call
my prejudices and | call my principles
on any occasion, or for any one, it
would be now for you. However, |
have threatening cold, which | must
nurse, and perhaps you will remember
that had pneumonia last winter, so
L cannot, IOr my noalGQ sake, wear
anything but a high-necked and long
sleeved dress. Now [ shall not feel at
all aggrieved If you drop me from the
company of bridemaids on this ac-
count; but l want you TO let me know
just as soon as possible, so that may
or may not engage Madame Delano.
"'Yours lovingly,
"'ALIDA VAN ALSTYNE
isn't it too badm exclaimed Nanny,
as she laid down the note
ITO good-to be true" growled the