The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-06-01


''Ihee must wear just what thee pleases,
Edith. If it pleases thee better to wear
thy gown of red sikh
"And what does Samuel think ?'' Edith
asked, passing Oh to stand before Roberts
father.
"Samuel thinks, said the old gentle
man slyIy, chat thee had better ask Rob
ert."
ooh, 40, Papa Samuel, that wonld not
be any test at all; thee knows perfectly
well that Robert likes me in anything, F."
said Roberts f~iancee, demurely.
sand so do | like thee in anything"
said Papa Samuel, with unexpected gal
lantry. "But | think | like thee best,
Edith, in red. Thee knows we Quakers
like to follow the way that is most simple
and natural, and | think red is the most
natural for thee. | think thee must have
been born in that red silk of thine. Thee
is very sweet to me-, my child, in this Quak-
er grey; but w Quakers. thee knows, do
not approve of theatricals, and [ think to-
night thee is trying to play a part. Thee
acts it very prettily, Edith, but advise
thee to go back to nature and thy red
gowrs."
SO the battle was won, and the result
proved that Edith was quite able to con-
quer, not only Roberts relations, but Rob-
ert's relations friends. When, a year later,
she came to them again as a bride, there was
but netting left for hertz conquer. Robert
had prepared her for a possible visit from
elderly friends who might think it their
duty to demonstrate with him, on this very
worldly marriage, and it was, in truth,
hardly a month before he ran up stairs one
afternoon as she was dressing, with the an
nouneement that the probable counselors
were taking off their overcoats in the hall.
She hesitated a moment. but her hesita-
tion rose merely from a moments consid-
Grafton of whether she had any other gown
in her wardrobe that would emphasize
more distinctly her intention to adhere to
her own traditions. She decided that the
long trailing skirt of pale green cashmere,
with its border of pale plush and its sash
Of watered silk, was sufficiently worldly
when one took into consideration the jewel
that sparkled in the laces at her throat, the
dainty lace-edged handkerchief, and the
perfectly groomed little eurls over her
white forehead. She paused only to slip
on one more bangle over her round wrist,
and then, kissing her husband, floated
down stairs.
Robert never knew exactly what she
said or did to the old gentlemen in the par
lor. He hung over the banisters and
caught the echoes of her silyery little
laughs, and saw the maid carry tea into
the parlor. and at the end of an honr de-
scended the stairs himself, as the old gen.
tlemen emerged from the doorway, deter
mined to stand by Edith to the last if she
| happened to rave had A hard time. He
knew that some remonstranee would be
quietly dealt out to himself, even during
the brief vestibule episode Of farewell; but
to his astonishment, as he stepped forward
to help the old gentlemen with their over
coats, the one who was evidently spokes-
man for the party grasped his band and
said heartily: Friend Robert, thee has
married we'll"
Still another year later and there lay on
Edith's arm a little Edith, with lovely eyes
and very remarkable, highly embroidered
clothes.
"Do you think. Esther, said the young
mother, anxiously, that she is going to
have curly hair?"
"Yes," said Esther, with a smile that
was grimly pleasant and yet pleasantly
grim, II think she will have curly hair.
| know thee wonld find a way to curl it.
though it be as straight as-as a pipe
STEM" and Aunt Esther bent over to kiss
the child.
''And you're glad it curls, Esther, you
know you are" insisted the baby's NAM
ma.
"Yes, Edith, | am glad it curls. For
since thee would be sure to curl it some
how. it is best that Dame Nature will
have none of thy tricks and graees, but
will bring up the child to please herself"
-Pfttsbarg Bulletin.