The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1888-03-03

was going to see the world.
The first thing her sister said to her
was: "Hannah Hull! you're fright,
must make you over.'
"Why Juliettc, think you're real
mean," said Hannah, with some spirit.
81 paid fifty cents yard for this al
paccy, and my bunnit cost nearly five
dollars"
Don't say bunnit, for goodness sake.
You have no style. You've lived down
on that old farm till you look 1OO."
''I be over so, Juliette, but then I'm
only two years older'n-"
"Hushl Never say anything about
your age 1t isn't polite. Hannah, l
must make you over, You won't be the
same woman"
Mrs. Hull made such long visit that
her hus band became uneasy. The dough
nuts and pies were giving out, and be-
sides he was lonesome He wanted his
Hannah home again. lie didn't banker
after the city, but he made up his mind
one day he would so aud bring his wife
home.
''Tho old gal viii be glad to see me-"
he said to himsoM "it's most killed
her I expect by this time, sittin' up SO
straight and benz away from me. I'll
be boun' it'll give her turn to see me"
1t did. The sister had tried the glass
of fashion and the mold of form, with
wonderful effect on Hannah She had
also introduced Mrs. Hull into "sassi-
ety."
When Mr.. Hull arrived he was shown
into darkencd parlor by Sinking
maid.
"Havc you card, sir" she asked
pertly.
81 don't play kccrds," said the old
man rcprovingly, "you jest tell Hannah
there's a gentleman here to see her"
BEG pardon, sir"
"You needn't. You hain't done
nothin'. Jest go an tell Mrs. Hull
there's gentleman kim to see her"
The girl went, and the old man
chucklcd to himself. He wore his store
clothes and had baggy carpct-satchel
in his hand. His gray locks hung
about his rugged face and made it pic
turesquc.
The door opened and strange lady
entered with a very pink -andwhite
complexion. She wore a volumlnous
blue silk dress, and walked on shoes
that were mounted on French heels.
Her hair was wicked yellow.
Hannah didn't say anyth'n' about
emmy other woman a-visitin' here. Who
kin she be-" said he to himself.
AS the strange lady advanced at a
queer, hippity-hoppity gait, something
in her presence grew familiar.
The old man got to his feet and
lcveled one hand over his eyes.
''Good mornin', ma am" he said, hes
itatingly. 81 was expectin' to see my
wife-Hannah. l kinder thought you
might be her sister amt seen her in
good many years, but she amt ez
young cz you be-"
A shrill, affected laugh that died in
falsctto shrek greeted him.
''Hc don't know me. Juliette, come
here. Dan'l don't know his own wife"
The old man looked at her attcntively.
"Yaller hair on woman Of so? Red
roses in her cheeks like gal of 1862
Where's the old woman that was my
wife, Hannah, down in Injianny? l don't
want no ballet dancer in her place"
Owe tried to be fashun' BILE moaned
Hannah, sinking into a heap on the
floor.
eve spent hundreds Of dollars on
her" exclaimed her sister, as she looked
on, land this is your gratitude"
you've made IA chromeo Of her."
persisted DAHL; '1ook at that ha'ar."
ITS pompadour," sobbed Hannah.
cit looks wuss than barn door; an
look at her cheeksp
Bloom Of youth-one dollar bot
tie, grumbled Juliette; "shes made
over"
'Hannahr exclaimed her husband
severely, TIN ashamed OF you"
SO no To sol,Ied bis ,rife ssl,ut ii