The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1890-02-22

possibly be any mistake.
Il tell you, Rosina," she added, as
she sat in the elevator, being lowered
down to the level ofthe surface world,
81 wish l knew who that elegant
young lady was who was looking at
the White-and-pearl moquette carpetl
I'd like to ask her tor the pattern OF
that shoulder cape. I'm sure it must
have come direct from Paris"
well, my dear" said Mr.. Cackle,
as he rat down to the soup and roast
beef of the plentiful table at home,
what sort of parlor carpet did you
buy for cousin Erminie?"
"Oh. beautyp' said Mrs. Cackle,
spreading out her napkin to protect
her dress.
"Did you use all my check?"
eyes, every dollar of it, answered
Mrs. Cackle, salving her conscience
with the recollection OF the black snt-
in and the Escurial lace, which were
already in the dressmaker's hands.
Il hope they'll be pleased, "said Mr..
Cackle. otis very essential to make
a favorable impression, I beg you to
remember, my dear, on these rela-
tions, for the young man Erminie is
to marry is q relative of the head of
our firm, and could, I haven no doubt,
recommend me for, advancement."
"Why didn't you tell me allthis be-
fore 2" said Mrs: Cackle, with a pang
of remorse. "'But how ON earth did
your country cousin come across
such a rOod notch2J -
ooh, I don't know. I believe he
came out to Glassybrook fishing or
cunning OF something. Minnie's
very pretty, they tell me-"
"Humphl" said Mrs. Cackle. cred
cheeks and black eyes, and hair cut
in a pointed band right down to the
top of the noes-I know what these
rustic beauties are!'
The time for the wedding arrived.
The Cackles, in their holiday attire,
Travelled down to Glassybrook, and
there, on the drawing room floor of
an elegant semi-Italian villa, Mrs.
Cackle recognized the very white and
pearl moquette carpet that she had
so coveted at NEEDLE & Minturn's.
And thu bride-already in her white
silk and floating veil, to whom she
was introduced as Miss Erminie
Brooks, soon to become Mrs. How
ard Crespigny-was none other than
the elegant young lady in the Paris
wrap and the perfectly fitting gloves
and boots who had heard every detail
of the bargain for the unstable car
pet!
If the cracks in the floor under
meath the moquette colors could but
have opened and swallowed Mrs.
Cackle up at that moment, what an
indescribable relief it would have
been!
II have to thank you, Mr.. Cackle,
for your present." said Erminie, in
her slow, queenly way; and her smile
was a riddle.
IT hope you liked it," said honest
MI. Cackle, looking down at therose-
and-pearl shades Of the soft pile, that
closed around his foot like forest
moss. at certainly is a pretty pat
term"
Mrs. Cackle shot an imploring
glance at the bride-a glance that
said, palmer than words, Don't be-
tray mel"-and the bride began to
talk with somebody else aboutsome-
thing else.
She did not enjoy the black satin
dress with the Escurial trimmings so
much as she had expected. The Paris
costumes of the 'sback country cous-
ins" left her far in the shade.
"I'll never go to that dowdy dress
maker again." said she, in q rage.
But she did, for Miss Biggs was
cheap, and Mrs. Cackle was econ omic-
al. On the very first call she made
there after her trip to Glassybrook,
however, she gave o great start and
stared around her like one who be-
holds a ghost.
"My goodness mel" exclaimed she.
"Where did you get that carpet??"
isn't it nice?" said Miss Biggs,
beaming through her eyeglasses.
cit raj q present from Mrs. Howard
Chespigny. Her mother was once q
customer al mime. Wasn'titthought-
full of her?n
Mrs. Cackle made a little noise as
if she was swallowing something, and
said yes, she thought it was.
Mrs. Howard Crespigny was the
bride. The carpet was her own we'd
ding gift-the identical s'unsalable
pattern" And Mr.. Cackle Y re-
cefyed promotion in the firm of Har-
rimam & Creepigny on the recon-
mendation of his new relation-inlaw.
Mr.. Cackle thought it very strange;
Mrs. Cackle didn't.-Helen Forrest
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