Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1890-02-26


tifpi china-a Cupid with . butterfly on
| IL shoulder. ',Zerer' he said, spreading
both hands abroad. ..'Ow about xis;''
well" said Mrs. Parupan. that is
lovely"
And zere is no more; e come from
Paris, said the old clothes man
.'Oh, he is sweet said Ars- Pattipan.
..rn see what have"
And upstairs she rushed, and gathering
from drawer and closet all the old panta-
looms with bagEy knees, and all the old
coats with frayed cults and greasy col
lars which were in the house, laid them
At the feet Of the clothes man.
But now it was the old man 5 turn to
be soornful.
..Zese rags! Oh, madame, not xese rags
for nv lofely Cupid from Paris!- he
sighed. reproachfully. Madame will find
somexing else; she viii not expect re poor
| old clo'es man to cheat himself. Madame
has some pretty silk dress-a cloak. .
shawAmadame will see!"
| Madame, who could not give up the
idea of possessing the Cupid. now that
| she bad once harbored it, ran upstairs
again. She searched her drawers, her
wardrobe, but really she had nothing.
Suddenly it occurred to her that she had
q broche shawl, and that she never wore
| it. Shawls were out Of fashion, and if
she hated anything it was a shawl turned
| into cloak. The thing would lie there
useless for years, or she should give it to
Mr.. Pattipan's Aunt Jane. She would
never wear it again, that was morally
certain. Why not buy the Cupid with its
| She unfolded the shawl and felt an un-
usual contempt for it, it looked SO old
fashioned. 1t had cost SIS when it was
bought. and was as good as ever; but
| what an ugly thing. Yes, she would do
| it! She carried it down stairs therefore,
and the clothes man condescended to &C.
cept it. However, he also put into his
bag the old cloth garments.
Il viii not leave zem about to trouble
madame he said; II will oblige her by
carrying ZEN away"
Mrs. Pattipan returned to her parlor
to adore her Cupid-certainly very
lovely little being.
"How l admire It'll Its my idsality
and my form, suppose" she said, be-
coming chronological again. II should
have been an artist, having form and
color 80 largely developed"
Then she placed it on the cabinet
shelves, and as she retired to distance
10 observe the general effect, saw that
the counterfeit bill that she had thrown
into the china bowl after tearing it across
had vanished. The old clothes man had
taken it-there could be no doubt Of that.
but he was so acquisitive he could
not Withstand temptation said Mrs.
Pattipan. "Well, hope he will not
pass it on some poor person, and don't
care il he gets himself into trouble-he
deserves it,"
At all events she had her lovely Cupid
how much better than an Old shawl
that she detested! Still, she would not
mention the old shawl or the coats to Mr..
Psttipan. Since she had made the awful
mistake Of exchanging his best trousers
for match holder it was understood be.
tween them that old clothes men were no,
to be permitted to cross the threshold.
No; she could buy what she pleased
and Mr.. Pattipan never thought Of ask
ing where it came from. 1t should &c
so. But. oh! her lovely Cupid-how she
adored it!
At 3 O'Clock in the afternoon Mr.. Pat
tipan returned in very fine spirits.
well. Ducky," he remarked to Mrs,
Pattipan, 'Fve got surprise for you.
Shan't tell you what it is until l have
had dinner. 1t is birthday present"
Then he concealed bundle beneath
the sofa
Mrs. Pattipan felt pleased to be re-
membered. She was as charming AZ
possible during dinner time. and Mr.
Pattipan made her guess what he had
brought her; but her guesses we're all
failures. Not roses-not book-not his
photOgraph-not a watch-not a ring
not dress pattern-not muff.
Il meant to buy muff," said Mr.. Pat
tipan; "but this was brought into my
Office by somebody-quite as though
had asked the spirits to help me, you
know. Come along, my dear; want tc
see you sail up and down the parlor in
it. You are quite aqueenly sort Of figure,
you know, and a shawl
"a shawlY' said Mrs. Pattipan.
"AhT said Mr.. Pattipan. who was now
unfolding his parcel beside the parlor ta-
bic, "a shawl: 1t is a splendid one-a
Cashmere, or some Indian place of that
sort - wonderfully valuable: but, you
know, he smuggled it, and so sold it for
nothing. For shawl like that forty Il We
dollars is nothing-and knew you were
out Of shawls. You used to wear them
so elegantly in our counting days, and l
haven't seen one on you for years.
Nor on anybody else!" Mrs. Pattipan
said within herself, but she beamed upon
her husband.
Here it isl" said he. fingng it 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 perched. The lovely bit
OF emma danced wildly for moment,
then toppied over and fell to the floor.
Nothing remained Of it but cleaning
fragments as Mrs. Pattlpan stopped to
PICK II up.
never mind the gimcrack, DuckyV
remarked her spouse Il hope it is that
cohiouhded maich sale that you gave my
oest trousers ior-ha! ha! ha. Come, try
on the shawl
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