Smyrna times., 1890-03-05

"Ahl" 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 a shawl like that forty-five
dollars is nothing-and knew you were
out of shawls. You used to wear them
so elegantly in our courting days, and 1
haven't seen one on you for years!'
'Nor on anybody elsep Mrs. Pattipan
said within herself, but she beamed upon
her husband.
''Here it is!' said he, finging 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 china danced wildly for moment,
then tOppled 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, DuckyP
remarked her spouse. II hope it is that
confounded match safe that you gave my
best trousers fOr-hal ha! ha! Come, try
on the shawlr'
Mrs. Pattipan, with a secret vail for
her treasure. obeyed. She turned her
back and allowed the drapery to fall over
her ample shoulders, and glided as grace
fully as possible up and down the room.
"Charmingr' said Mr.. Pattipan. ''You
must wear that freely. Don't save it for
best. By JOve! I'm glad bought it. The
little old fellow came into my place with
the parcel, and bless me if he wasn't a
curiosityl He called me worthy gentle
man, and he wanted to show me a shawl.
Well, 1 wouldn'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 1, The
very thing for Duckyv and 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,
(''No doubt" said Mrs. Pattipan to her
self)-"and out came my little $50 bill
and he gave me SIS note, and done it
was!'
Mrs. Pattipan had reached the end of
the parlor and was standing quite still
with her back turned. She 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 know it only tooswell
by the pattern. And there was the little
fray darned by her own fingers five years
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the shawl to market.
Turn about, Ducky," said Mr. Patti
pan. ''NOw, do you know, haven't
seen you look so elegant for long while!
Wen go to the opera to-night-comic-
and show it off. / know women like to
exhibit elegant things when they have
'em-and here is thechange the old fellow
gave me out of the fifty-a five dollar
bill. Take care; it's been mended. You'll
want some little fallal."
As Mrs. Pattipan came to her husbands
side she was aware that she should see
the counterfeit bill that the old clothes
man had stolen from the china bowl, and
indeed she did; and 1 cannot help believ-
ing that some of the very finest phreno-
logical developments must have been
hers, for she smiled up into Mr.. Patti
pans face and said: my dear, you are
really generOusg" and put the worthless
bill in her pocket with a little air of
co4uetry, and actually wore the faded,
old fashioned broche shawl to the theatre
that evening and was happy in it!
But after all, to have a husband who
thinks one a beauty at As, and is only
anxious to make one happy, cOmpensates
for any such little notifications as that
which Mrs. Pattipan experienced when
the lady in the seat behind her whispered
audibly:
"Well, that shawl must really have
come out of the ark!''-Mary Kyle Dallas
in Fireside Companion.