The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1890-05-14

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T here, can't you'll"
A several times in
~ the course OF the
day. law. what would want to do that
for!" retorted George, much as he might
have told the boy to take that steak
around to Mrs. Smiths, and be quick
about it, now.
With these little preliminaries
conversation began, which resulted in
mutual understanding, whereby George
was to get the next Saturday night of
from the boss at the butcher shop, and,
with Jennie, was to 60 to the ball.
The tickets said: "Grand march be.
gins promptly at $780," and SO George,
who hadn't had much experience with
balls, got around to Jennie's boarding
house at 1880 p. m.
"You must think you're going to a
mat" was Jennie's salutation.
saw, see here, this thing begins at
$780," protested George, producing the
ticket.
"Oh, they always put that on the
tickets; it don't mean nothin'; there
won't no ball begin in New York before
10 o'clock, and don't you forget it,"
And it didn't, for when at 9:45 o'clock
George and Jennie got off the street-car
at the corner and hurried down the
cross street in the direction Of faint
blare of brass and string music the peo-
pie were just beginning to stream into
the doors Of the hall. Jennie wore an
old gossamer over her jacket and skirts,
and George cast constant furtive glances
Z down behind him, as If making sure
that nothing was showing beneath the
tails of his overcOat
The reason was suggested when
/ George, in the little room at one side
/ that served as mans dressing room,
removed the overcoat and disclosed be-
meath it a remarkably gay and phenome-
nally long-tailed dress coat of brilliant
/ ~ figured calico. Meantime Jennie's
gossamer and jacket had come off in an
other small room and revealed her cos
tune, which looked as though it might
have been Sunday best dress borrowed
from the cook, but which really had
been loaned to her by an accommodating
friend at the same counter, who had got
1t TO wear at calico ball on the East
side earlier in the season. 1t was little
slimpsy, not having been starched sufi-
GENTLY; but Jennie's person being by
no means an Informed one, the gown
might have been even more clinging
than it was and not have made any un-
pleasing revelations.
The gown was of pale green goods,
with small dark pattern, and while
Jennie was waiting for George in the
hall she went up to the hat check win
dow and, receiving plain white enve.
lope, slipped into it small necktie
which the rules Of the game required
shculd be of the same material as her
dress. When George, with much trepi-
dalton and an evident disposition to
keep feeling of the unaccustomed tails
Of his giddy coat, came out from the
mems room, Jennie gave contented
sigh and remarked vivaciously:
"Oh, I'm so glad you've got red one.
II it'd been blue it'd have just killed my
dress"
George, who had hired the coat for
seventy-five cents from a costumer, gave
the tails twitch and asked II it looked
all right on him.
"Any thing looks all right on man."
replied Jennie, sharply. But I'd never
have forgiven you il you'd had blue
coat on"
George and Jennie went upstairs with
the rest and sat down awkwardly in two
Of the single row Of chairs strung around
the sides of the large dancing floor.
George seemed bothered by his coat
tails and his feet. Jennie looked him
over critically and remarked: ,s
"Say, brace up. You don't look any
worse than the rest of EN-"
This was comforting, for George could
see by looking about the room that
calico dress coats didn't look so outland.
ish as they felt.
The band was playing fitfully in the
gallery, and few couples were engaged
in spasmodic and apparently UMPIRE
meditated waltz, but the ball was moi
yet open, and the half-down gas lent !