Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-01-31

81 will take"
sand I'll guarantee the effect over white
viii be charming"
IL will take six yards Of
and here's narrower width of the
same shade, if you want it,
The stUrekeeper had let fall his hand
ful of bright satin, and was measuring of
deftly. "Four-fye-six, six yards ?n-
lifting the scissors.
six yards-of this blue" the young
lady concluded.
"EhY" Mr.. Bstchelder dropped the
scissors and stared over his speotaeles.
The purchaser had hard work to repress
a smile at the discontinue of the voluble
salesman, who uttered not another word
till he handed the charge ove- the coun
ter. He had rallied then sufficiently to
remark: ''Varium ct mutab-"
Don't put the blame on me, Mr.. Batch
elder. 1t would have taken the wisdom
of Solomon to know that l wanted blue
ribbon, and you're only a Yankee. No
wonder you made a mistake. Good after
noon"
Miss jennings satisfaction did not last
long. No sooner was she on the street
again than she repented having bought
the wrong color just for spite. Had she
not determined on Crimsonf And now
here was the decision reversed by gos-
sizing store-keee per Now that she had
inc Due il quite lost its value in her eyes
"And why not"-this bright thought en-
tered her mind when she was about half
way home-"why not buy the crimson
ribbon, toog' With both colors ready,
choice could not be made at the last
minute.
Immensely relieved at this respite, she
FASTENED 70 the village, made her second
purchase at another store, and reached
home, very hot and tired at exactly 5;45.
She tossed her hat, parasol and parcels
down at the hall table, and hurried into
the kitchen. ApproprIating one of the
S We@e's calico aprons, she set that serene
domestic at work making up hot FIRE.
Butter these pans" she directed, as
she flew from closet to table, "and cut up
some cake"
"Yess."
"And turn out some of that grape jam,
and put ice on the butter"
"Yess.' The bulk of Inga's converse
ton consisted Of this monosyIable.
The Swede never hurried. Her young
mistress, perspiring and disheveled, found
this elaboration irritating. Her temper
was presently further disturbed. The
door between the hall and kitchen was
thrown open, and her 10-year-old brother
Bob entered boIsterously, followed by
this dog.
"Ain'5 supper ready? Say Igna, get
Snip something TO eat"
"Yess."
mo-" interposed Lou. "Wsit till sup
per time, ana go out of the kitchen"
Bob retreatad to the hall, grum bling
TITS time for supper now. He might
have a doughuut anyway. He'll jump
for it. Look here and see how he can
jump, Igna."
The complacent Swede paused to see.
There was great commotion in the hall
of his yaps and barks.
"There, did you ever see dog jump
like that?"
'Yessn
"HuhY don't believe it. Once more
now, Snip. See this, sir. Catch itH Sstl
hi! who o-op! Oh, my eye, if he hasn't
got It'll"
He had indeed; and cit" was one of the
packages on the all table, for which, in
order 80 spur him to great exertions, Bob
had envited his canine pet to leap. Lou
had Just showed her pans of biscuit into
the oven, and turned in time to see the
dog Dart through the outer door With
torn tissue paper hanging from his
mouth. Bob was in full pursuit, and mis-
sister Joined in the chase without losing
a second. A long and exciting chase it
was and It Is needless to say an nnsuc-
essful one. Snip took refuge under the
piazza, and there, of course, tore his
prize to pieces.
1t was then that the much tired Miss
Jennings turned upon her brother and
gave him large and very unpalatable
piece of Der mind, ending thus: "You
can go straight to town now and get
another ribbon, and pay for it yourself"
Remembrance and tears availed moth
ing. Lou marched the delinquent back
to the hall, hastily examined the other
packages TO see which color was wanted,
and, finding the crimson safe, issued her
command again.
go to Mr.. Batchelder's store and ask
him for six yards more ribbon like what
| got this afternoon"
Standing at the window with the crim-
son ribbon still in her land, she watched
BDb's unwilling departure, and noted at
the same time that threa' ening masses of
clond had ga hered in the west, and that
the atmosphere had grown close ard op-
pressive. Perhaps there would be a
shower. Ii there were, IL would be a good
excuse to stay a. home from the party
She slowly rolled up the crimson ribbon,
which was evidently the favorite of fate,
and pat it in her pocket.
Supper ready, sisr" This question
was asked oheerily by her brother Jeremy,
just entering the front door.
Supper! Good heavens! She rushed
iato the kitchen. The fire was roari- z
wildly, and the Swede was seated by the
window admiriug the prospect With an
ejaculation of dismay she threw open the
oven. There we're the biscuits, blackened
and crisped. She turned upon the
phlegmatic Igna.
Didn't you know enough to shut the
draug htsY"
"Yess," was the placid response.
"Y0u should never have such a fire
when you are cooking anything"
"Yess. You say make hot. Burn so.
Yess"
ooh, well, but. There! I suppose
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