Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1889-08-02

| 'T1nk, 10 DC sure, sdlu tue lIlALtu
one. ''Here is the very idea-rose-col
ored tulle shirred, with bunch of rose
buds, and humming bird just lowering
| above them. A real Paris fancy, and
| just reduced to ten dollars, from four
| teen."
''Ten dollars !"
Poor Hannah had but eight at her COM
mand at the utmost She whispered this
fact to Miss TROLL with her eyes glued on
the rose -colored tulle.
"I'll lend you the other two," Amanda
whispered back. ''It's pity to lose such
a bargain. Just think how it'll outshine
all the other bonnets at church next Sun
day."
"Shall I try it on?' said the frizzed
damsel, as she lightly adjusted the hat on
her own head. "You can form some
idea of its general style by that"
The saleslady had bright tresses and
delicate stay-in-doors sort of complexion.
Hannah Poland was sunburned and
| freckled, with colorless hair like dry
grass, which uplifted itself at the parting
| in genuine "cowlick." But neither she
| nor Miss Troll took these little inconsist-
encies into account.
'Lovely!" Hannah cried, ecstatically.
"The prettiest hat l ever sawl" de-
| clared Amanda Troll
"But won't pa think it rather gay?"
whispered Hannah.
"He amt going to wear it," said
Amanda. And pink is Frank Bonds
favorite color, you know"
This decided the question. The bon
net was purchased, packed into paper
box and safely bestowed under the buggy
seat
Hannah Poland went home half
frightened, half-delighted, with the bar
gain she had made. But she was thank
full that on their return it was twilight
enough for her to smuggle the bandbox,
unseen, into her own room, while she
satisfied her fathers curiosity with a
sight of some calico she had purchased, a
few yards of ribbon, de-brimmed
straw hat for the old gentleman's own
use, and half a dozen palm-leaf fans.
"But you didn't spend all your money
IL. II
the sums on his fingers.
"No-I-bought bonnet"
"How much ye give for it?"
s'Six dollars"
The truth again, but not the whole
truth.
"Six dollars! Whew! Your ma never
give that for bonnet in her life"
"Things cost more now, pa"
"Wal, you must be awful savin' Of it,
that's all. Then there's two dollars left
Guess you'd better send that to old Aunt
Betsey up at Three Big Pines. We amt
done much for her this year, and she was
your mas own aunt. Will you write to
her, or shall II"
"I'll write, pa" said Hannah, with a
sinking heart.
She was already beginning to repent of
her bargain in bonnets.
She repented still more that night when
before her cheap little pine-framed mirror
she tried on the new treasure. In itself
it was undoubtedly very pretty; but the
delicate color seemed to accentuate every
freckle, every patch of sunburn, every
separate hair in the cowlick.
81 look like the owl that Peter Hib-
bard caught last week." she muttered to
herself. "But perhaps if l used little
pomatum, and washed my face in butter
milk every night until Sunday"
And she put away the new bonnet with
sigh.
''The Bismarck brown with the gilt
quills would have been far more becom-
ing," she thought. 81 wonder if they
would exchange itg"
Mr.. Perkins called the next day to see
if Miss Poland would contribute anything
for the children's picnic, and with burn
ing cheeks and heart throbbing with
secret modification, Hannah was obliged
to decline.
81 know he thinks me mean and
stingy," thought she. ''but what am I
to do2"
Amanda Troll was the next visitor.
''Oh, Hannah" said she, 'could you
make it convenient to let me have that
two dollars lent you2 I've chance to
buy silk cape real cheap-all jetted,
you know, such as Mrs. Deacon Wales
wears-and I'm little short of money"
Hannah turned first red, then pale.
eff Won could take it out in eggs"