The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1890-04-12

Pauupan. since sne nad mace the awrua
mistake of exchanging his best trousers
for a match holder it was understood be-
tween them that old clothes men were not
TO be permitted to cross the threshold,
No; she could buy what she pleased,
and Mr.. Pattipan never thought of ask
ing where il came from. It should go
so, But, ohI her lovely Cupid-how she
adored i'll
At 8 o'clock in the afternoon Mr.. Pat
tipan returned in very fine spirits.
''Wen, Ducky,n he remarked to Mrs.
Pattipan, "Tve got surprise for you.
Shan't tell you what it is until have
had dinner. 1t is birthday present"
Then he concealed a bundle beneath
the sofa
Mrs. Pattipan felt pleased to be re-
membered, She was as charming as
possible during dinner time, and Mr..
Psttipan made her guess what he had
brought her; but her guesses were all
failures. Not roses--not a book-not his
photograph-not a watch-not a ring
not a dress pattern-not a muff!
"I meant to buy muff, said Mr.. Pat
tipan; "but this was brought into my
office by somebody--quite as though l
had asked the spirits to help me, you
know. Come along, my dear; want to
see you sail up and down the parlor in
It. You are quite aqueenly sort of figure,
you know, and a shawl
"a shawlg said Mrs. Pattipan.
"Ahr' said Mr.. Pattipan, who was now
unfolding his parcel beside the parlor ta-
BILE, "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 counting days, and
haven't seen one on you for yearsl"
"Nor on anybody elsel" Mrs Pattipan
said within herself, but she beamed upon
her husband.
"Here it isl" said he, flinging 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, Duckyr
remarked her spouse. Il hope it is that
confounded match safe that you gave my
best trousers for-hai hal ha! Come, try
on the shawl"
Mrs. Pattipan, with secret wall 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,
"Charmingw said Mr. Pattipan. "You
must wear that freely, Don't save it for
best. By Jovel 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 a worthy gentle
man, and he wanted to show me q shawl
Well, wouldn't look at it until he tolG
me all about the Vale of Cashmere, where
it was made, and asked me to smell thC
altar of roses; and suddenly says l, 'Tht
very thing for Duckyl' and l had Piingle
the clerk, in and put it on him, and h,
said he thought it must be genuine, fol
his grandmother had one just like it,
C'No doubt" said Mrs. Pattipan to her
self-"and out came my little $50 bill
and he gave me $5 note, and done j
wasl"
Mrs. Pattipan had reached the end o
the parlor and was standing quite still
with her back turned. She could no
control her features at that moment; sh
had just recognized her own old broch
shawl-the one she had given TO tn
clothes mani She know it only tOoiwel
by the pattern. And there was the littl
fray darned by her own fingers five year
before, when she did occasionally wea
the shawl to market.
Turn about, Ducky," said Mr. Patti
pan. "Now, do you know, l haven
seen you look so elegant for a long while
Well go to the opera to-night-comic-
and show it off. know women like II
exhibit elegant things when they hav
'em-and here is the change the old fello'
gave me out of the fifty-a five dolla
BILL Take care; it's been mended. You
want some little fallal.
As Mrs. Pattipan came to her husband
side she was aware that she should Sc
the counterfeit bill that the old clothe
man had stolen from the china bowl, an
indeed she did; and cannot help belieV
ing that some Of the very finest phrenC
logical developments must have bee
hers, for she smiled up into Mr.. Patti
pans face and said: "My dear, you al
really generousl' and put the WORTHLESS
bill in her pocket with little air q
ccquetry, and actually wore the faded
old fashioned broche shawl to the theatr
that evening and was happy in it!
But after all, to have a husband VIII
thinks one a beauty at 40, and is onl
anxious to make one happy, compensate
for any such little notifications as tha
which Mrs. Pattipan experienced whe
: the lady in the seat behind her whispere
. audibly:
! "Well, that shawl must really nav
D come out of the arkr'-Mary Kyle Dalla
: in Firpsida COmDaniOn