The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1890-04-03

/ choosing! I've got to have something
new in my reception room next year.
wish could afford''-
The address, ma'am, pleased" said the
clerk, pencil and pad in hand.
Mrs. Cackle hesitated.
swell, don't know" said she. "T
suppose it had better be sent at once.
with our card, to the bride. Give me the
paper. young man, if you please I'll
write it down, SO that there can't DOS
sibly De any mistake.
| Il tell you, Rosina," she added, as she
sat in the elevator, being lowered down
TO the level of the surface world, ''Twisli
knew who that elegant young lady was
who was looking at the white-and-pearl
moquette carpet! I'd like to ask her for
the pattern of that shoulder cape I'm
sure 1t must have come direct from
| Paris"
WELL my dear" said Mr.. Cackle, as
he sat down to the soup and roast beef of
the plentiful table at home, "what sort
OF parlor carpet did you buy for cousin
| Erminiey"
"Oh, beauty" said Mrs., Cackle,
spreading out her napkin to protect her
| dress.
IBID you use all my check?"
"Yes, every dollar of it," answered
Mrs. Cackle. saving her conscience with
the recollection of the black. satin and
the Escurial lace, which were already in
the dressmaker's hands.
u hope they'll be pleased" said MIR.
Cackle. Its very essential to make a
favorable impression, / beg you to re.
member, my dear. on these relations,
| for the young man Erminie is to marry
is relative of the head of our firm, and
could, have no doubt. recommend me
| for advancement"
"Why didn't you tell me all this be.
| tore!' said Mrs. Cackle, with a pang of
tardy remorse. "But how on earth did
| your country cousin come across such a
good match?'
"Oh, don't know. believe he came
out to Glassybrook fishing or cunning or
something Minnie's very pretty, they
| tell me"
"Humphv' said Mrs. Cackle. ''Red
cheeks and black eyes, and hair cut in a
pointed bang right down to the top of
the nose-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 recog.
nized the very white and pearl moquette
carpet that she had so coveted at NEEDLE
! n MinfY1rr,fc 81, III j. i
in her white silk and floating veil, to
whom she was introduced as Miss En-.
mimic Brooks, soon to become Mrs. How.
ard Crespigny-was none other than the
elegant young lady in the Paris wrar
and the perfectly fitting gloves and boots
who had heard every detail of the bar.
gain for the unstable carpet!
If the cracks in the floor underneath
the moquette colors could but have
opened and swallowed Mrs. Cackle ur
at that moment, what an indescribable
relief it would have been!
II have to thank you, Mr.. Cackle, fol-
your present" said Erminie, in her slow,
queenly way; and her smile was a riddle.
II hope you liked it, said honest Mr..
Cackle, looking down at the rose-and.
pearl shades of the soft pile, that closed
around his foot like forest moss. at
certainly is a pretty pattern"
Mrs. Cackle shot an imploring glance
at the bride-a glance that said, palmer
than words, Don't betray me!'-and
the bride began to talk with somebody
else about something else.
She did not enjoy the black satin dress
with the Escurial trimmings so much as
she had expected. The Paris costumes
of the "back country cousins" left her
far in the shade.
"Tll never go to that dowdy dress
maker again" said she, in rage.
But she did, for Miss Biggs was cheap,
and Mrs. Cackle was economical. On
the very first call she made there after
her trip to Glassybrook, however, she
gave great start and stared around her
like one who beholds ghost.
"My goodness mer' exclaimed she.
where did you get that carpet?'
isn't it nicer said Miss Biggs, beam
ing through her eyeglasses. SIT was
present from Mrs. Howard Crespigny.
Her mother was once customer of
mine. Wasn't it thoughtful of herr"
Mrs. Cackle made little noise as II
she was swallowing something. and said
yes, she thought it was.
Mrs. Howard Crespigny was the bride.
The carpet was her own wedding gift
the identical unstable pattern" And
Mr.. Cackle never received promotion in
the firm of Hartman & Crespigny on
the recommendation of his new relation
| in-law.
Mr.. Cackle thought it very strange;
Mrs. Cackle didn't. = Helen Forrest
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