The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1889-02-06
The Clutterby Wedding.
BY MRS. NJ. F. ROWLAND.

BY MRS. NJ. F. ROWLAND.
s'Of course Well invite the BigbeesH"
said Julia Clutterby. She held pencil
IN her chubby fingers. and list of
names lay before her.
"Well, I hardly know" said Mrs.
Cutterby, 'they are poor as Jobs
turkey, you KNOW" retlectlvely.
'.But they have such exquisite taste
and dress like fashion plates" remon-
strated the daughter, zone likes to have
stylish looking people at ones we'd
ding"
'.And they would pawn their old shoes
rather than not bring a present." said
Mrs. Clutterby, still rehectiyely. 81 de-
slsre it's enough to make one laugh to
sse how ridiculously poor and how ab-
surdly proud they are. One can see a
mile off that every rag they wear has
bean turned and made over o dozen
times, and they wouldn't carry little
parcel home from store for the world.
Well yes, have the Bigbees, though I
presume they'll go on mush and mo-
lssses week to pay for the present"
'That's not my affair."" laughed Miss
Julia, lightly; 'there's the Cottrells."
'.The Cottrells! You know, child,
they always carry gle-boards or pin
cushions"
(which I am supplied with for the
next generation, and Miss Julia's plump
shoulders shrugged suggestively, argu-
ing oblivion for the Cottrells, so far as
the wedding was concerned. "Senti-
ment and pincushions are all very well
for every day affairs, but one doesn't get
married every day in the week. Captain
Parmalee?"
"Yes, of course" Mrs. Clutterby be-
came all animation. SHE can't decently
do less than French cook on his in
come"
IF there is anything which I could
survive having variety of it's clocks, :"
said Miss Julia. "There are such lovely
designs this year that would like one
In every ROOM"
''Suppose you mention in an artless
Parmaee's presence, for instance" sug-
gested the mother, craftily. Her sex
had spoiled her for diplomatic position
In the nation, hence her talents were
confined to the home and social circle.
''Oh, map and Miss Julia giggled
outright, putting the hint away in her
memory nevertheless. "Waat plotter
you are"
The mother smiled complacently. evil
IDENTIFY taking the remark as compli-
ment. "Have you put down the AL.
lens?"
''No, ma; they are so horribly vulgar.
Hrs. Allen is always saying: la, me-
at everything, and the sight of those
four girls ranged along the wall in a
graduated way makes me nervous"
"But they have such an allowance,
and are so tickled at being invited out
that each one makes a separate spread
by herself"
''Just think of the Allen name five
times repeated in the list of wedding
gifts," and Julia rolled up her eyes in
much despair; ''but Just as you please,
mother, though I know l shall giggle if
I catch glimpse of them during the
evening"
81 will take care that they are seated
m convenient obscurity," and the mater.
nal head nodded sagaciously, land a
few Of their names might be accidently
omitted from the list"
And the making-up process went on,
and the Clutteroy wedding was evidently
to be strictly presentable affair.
Miss Julia Clutterby was naturally an
Amiable and thoroughly nice girl, had
size not had the misfortune to be her
mothers only daughter.
BIrs. Clutterby, selfish and artificial
woman, reminded her acquaintance OF
m old hen with one chicken in her
superabundance of cluck and fuss.
Julia was sent to a fashionable school,
and the burden of Mrs. Clutterby's
conversation became: "My daughter is
ut Madame BPS this year-the finest
school in the State" (ruffling bel
feathers).
SIN what respect2" asks a listener
with sincere desire for knowledge.
"Oh-ah-er-why, my daughter
goes there" (Clincher.)
Miss Clutterby took oil painting.
Mrs. Clutterby, looking at an engraving
in a friends house: "Ah, you should see
some of Julia's painting, Mrs. Oliver
Such taste in color and design" (Cluck,
cluck.)
Julia came home at vacation and 6
friend calls. "Come, my dear, show
Mrs. Melville how beautiful you car
play" (cluck, cluck). Julia obeys
'.Isn't that perfectly lovely, Mrs Mel
villeW (rapturous cackle) and so on
Through all the details of her existence
Julia seemed TO be the pivot on which
Mrs. Clutterby's thoughts ran. and it il
not to he wondered at that the weddin!
of the one chicken should be phenom
email affair.
It goes without saying that Mrs. Clut
terby was perfect specimen OF a match
making mamma, and she had angled IL
waters deep and shallow for Julia, bu
with such bare hook that the fish hat
invariably topped off and returned t.