The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1890-05-24

counting days. and 1 haven't seen one
on you for years"
'.Nor on anybody else." Mrs. Patti
pan said within herself, but she beamed
upon her husband.
''Here it is" said he. hanging u
abroad. ''Now put it on"
The room was not large one, and
as the shawl swept into the air it struck
the cabinet on that particular spot on
which the Cupid was rerched. The
lovely bit of china danced wildly for a
moment, then topplcd over and fell to
the floor. Nothing remained of it but
cleaning fragments as Mrs. Pattipan
stopped to pick it up.
"Never mind the gimcrack. Ducky!"
remarked her spouse. 81 hope it is
that match safe that you gave my best
trousers for-ha! ha! ha! Come, try
on the shaw!p'
Ms. Pattipan, with secret wall for
her treasure, obeycd. She turned her
back and allowed the drapery to fall
over her ample shoulders, and glided as
gracefully as possible up and down the
room.
"Charmingw said Mr.. Pattipan.
"You must wear that freely. Don't
save it for best. BY Jove! Pm glad !
bought it. The little old fellow came
into ny place with the parcel, and
bless me if he wasn't curiosityl He
called me worthy gentleman, and he
wanted to show me . shawl. Well,
couldn't look at it until he told me all
about the Vale of Cashmere where it
was made, and asked me to smell the
altar of roses; and suddenly says ],
The very thing for Duckyp and l had
Pringle, the clerk, in and put it on
him, and he said he thought it must be
genuine, for his grandmother had one
just like it" C.No doubt" said Mrs.
Pattipan to herself. 'and out came
my little fifty dollar bill and he gave
me a fve-doliar note, and done it
was!'
Mrs. Pattipan had reached the end of
the parlor and was standing quite still
with her back turned. Sac could not
control her features at that moment;
she had just recognized her own old
broche shawl-the one she had given to
the clothes man! She knew it only too
we'll by the pattern. And there was
the little fray darncd By her own fingers
five years before, when she did occa-
sionally wear the shawl to market.
"Turn about, Ducky," said Mr.. Pat
tipan. ':Now, do you know, haven't
seen you look so elegant for a long
while! Wen go to the opera tonight
-comic-and show it off. l know
women like to exhibit elegant things
when they have 'em-and here is the
change the old fellow gave me out of
the fifty five-dollar bill. Take care;
it's been mcnded. You'll want some
little fallal."
As Mrs. Pattipan came to her hus-
bands side she was aware that she
should see the coun terfeit bill that the
old clothes -man had stolen from the
china bowl, and indeed she Gil; and 1
can not help believing that some of the
very finest chronological developments
must have been hers, for she smiled up
into MIR. Pattipan's face and said: MY
dear, you are usually generous!" and
put the worthless bill in her pocket
with little air of coquetry. and actu-
ally wore the faded, old fashioned
hroche shawl to the theater that even
ing and was happy in it.
But, after all, to have a husband who
thinks one beauty at forty five, and
is anxious to make one happy, compen.
safes for any such little notifications
as that which Mrs. Pattipan expert
en- ced when the lady in the seat behind
her whispered audibly;
''Wcil, that shawl must have CON,
out OF the Ark. '-Fireside Compaaian.
Warm Milk a Cure For CONSUMPTION.