The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-10-12
SIZE WEARS PANTS.
A Woman Who Has Not Had q
Dress for Fifteen Years.
RESULT OF A MASCULINE GR0wL.
Her Husband Complained That Her Clothes
Cost Too Much, and She Adopted
Mems Attire.

folks on the ranch about three miles
bacll2" asked dusty stranger as he drove
into San Pablo.
''There are lots of ranches three miles
back" answered q resident.
"Well, I'll tell you what happened to me
and maybe you'll know the place. / was
driving along about mile this side of
Pinola and I saw somebody in a blue
jumper shoyeling just inside the fence by
The roadside He didn't pay any attention
to me and landed shovelful OF dirt right
in front Of my horse. The horse reared
back, and as soon as he got quiet started
In to curse the shoveler lie didn't pay
rpy attention to that and I got out to lick
him.
well. didn't do it. That fellow just
looked into my face, and II it wasn't
woman I'll eat house and lot. She wore
trousers and jumper and mans hat,
and she was speding up the soil IN great
shape; but her long hair was flying about
her head and her face was as placid as any
grandmother's you ever met.
| ''She wasn't prize beauty by any
means, but-well, you can fancy how
fellow would feel afterswearing and jump
ing out of q buggy to lick woman"
ooh, that was Mrs. Kreiger. She always
dresses that way" said the resident. II
thought everybody in these parts knew
her,"
SHE USED TO WEAR DRESSES.
Mrs. Ereiger has lived on a ranch On the
San Pablo road for over fifteen years, and
during that time she has never worn the
ordinary apparel of woman. So accus-
toned have the people of that vicinity be-
y I, str 6Y.Qc
they no longer notice it.
Still, Mrs. Kreigcr is no woTuan's rights
apostle, nor advocate of dress reform 1t
is doubtful if she ever even heard OF Mrs.
Jenness Miller or Mrs. Bloomer, and il you
mentioned Lady Habberton or the divided
skirt to her she would not know what you
were talking about.
Up to fifteen years ago Mrs. Krei2er
wore skirts and dresses like any other OF
her sex. Indeed, it appears that she had
more Of them, and that they were OF more
varied forms, textures and colors than are
usually possessed by farmers wives.
1t was shortly before the changein her
manner of dressing that she married Will
liam Kreiger, thrifty German farmer and
a widower, and went to live with hin1>on
the ranch.
For while there was absolute peace and
concord between them, but it did not last.
Mrs. Kreiger had just laid in her winters
supply of tea gowns, walking dresses and
dinner toilets, not to mention some ducks
of wrappers, and pretty soon the bills be-
gan to come in.
Crops had not been all they might have
been, potatoes had gone down an eighth of
cent u pound, and an epidemic of pip had
swept over the poultry yard.
HER TERRIBLE VOW.
Kreiger did not mind paying SIC for q
poem of red silk, and pea green demi-toi-
let for S13 did not shake him, but when one
after another the accounts for yellow calico,
blue bingham and ether tokens of vanity
and pride were rendered he began to grow
gloomy and taciturn, to lose his appetite
and sleep uneasily. But it was not until
the returns from the milliners came in
that he complained. After, however, Civ
ing the price of three spring chickens for a
darling of bonnet, and whole sack Of
turnips for mere spot of 4 straw hat, with
some ribbons and other fxings on it, he
ventured to expostulate.
He told how the Mrs. Kreiger that had
been had worn the same calico dress for
I
dress had served as second best for like
, space, and then lasted at least a like time
to work in, ard that there was even then
enough to make over for the little girl. He
pointed cut how the paragon that had beer
, wore the same hat she had when he mar
, ried her during all the years Of their wed
, ded life, and had never breathed demand
for another
Mrs Kreiger stood it meekly for while
Then she h!azed out and declared thai
since he was so stingy about il she woulC
not give him any more chance to complain
about her dresses. Then she made
T dreadful VOW never TO wear dresses again
And she hasn't.
: The bright hued garments were packed
r away in two trunks, and they are there yet
:, The Kreieers are we'll of now. The.
+ have fine ranch Of eighty or one hundred
r acres and money in bank. More who know
them s2y that lrciger is worth at leas
S 500, go Mrs. Kreiger during all thes
e years has kept house aad helped Oh th
e farm, in mems garments. Her usual cos
e tune is e duck Jumper" ard pair of he
u husbands worn out trousers.
$ TRUE TO HER RESOLVE.
e She is not proud and works in the fiel
$ as we'll IS her husband. Naturally she Zoe
: not go into society much. In fact she
rather retiring. She has few if any visit
ors. and never goes to town. When sh
wants tho butcher or any other trade:
J. man to call for an order she hangs out
- flag On the road. This signal they all III
II derstand and drive down 30 the house
n find what is wanted.
% A reporter drove out to the Kreige
It ranch the other day. 1t Is about q mil
T from Pinole, on the left side of the roas
o The farm house is back several hundre
D feet from the highway, an avenue bordere
e by poplars leading from the road to ii
\, door The house is q little white cottsg
is The place IS rot particularly tidy, and thel
is appeared to be nothing living about it BIZ
,r n vicious little yellow dog. Just inside Il
d doorway, however, q strange figure WI
seated It was Mrs. Kreiger.
She appeared to be about 40 years oil
and was engaged in some knitting or sin
: larwork. She wore her customary jump
% and a pair of trousers patched in variol
- places with pieces Of grain bags.
She was not disturbed at all by the visi
- but merely ran her hand through h
- :" tousled hair and indicated that she did n
to speak English.
" Whether she could not, or merely did I
=, care to, she did not. and presently she we
- about her homework without even ST
- ond look at her visitor.
~ The neighbors say they have frequent
- expostulated with her for her outlandi
- carb. but she only answered that she h
made her VOW and did not propose to bre;
it.-San Francisco Examiner.
IL Matter of Taste.
Sc Miss Calumet (from ChicagoEDid "
Mt notice Mr.. Bristle's collar button at t