The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-12-05

cheeks became almost as red as the
deacon's.
Got the boss ready% ventured tho
latter.
Eyes, father. But"
"Wall, we hain't much time to spare.
Ye see" the good min was on the
point of making an exclamation, but
checked himself and began, with short,
cautious steps to cross thtroom, adding:
Come, come, if the hos is ready"
A more ridiculous figure than that cut
by the deacon it would bt hard to i'm
agine.
He had put on his new sit of clothes.
They were made of dark goods of fine
quality. But the legs ere several
inches too short, and so tint that they
set like the costume of circus-per-
former. The coat was eqally short,
and to introduce the buttos to their
respective button-holes wuld have
been an impossibility. And avery mo-
ment the deacon made vain attempt
to stretch the too-economical laiStcoat
down to cover zone of white sirt and
-.,-ra-A-- buttons l,o t>>,i,< IND E aren't
and the trousers.
What in the world did you buy h m
buds for?" gasped Samantha in thelea-
cons ear, when they were seated beide
each other on the forward seat otthe
beach wagon.
Don't say word, please don 't,and
may be there won't nobody noticit"
was the hurried response.
mot notice EN- echoed Mrs. APP
pleby.
There's pesky mistake, unlessthe
clo'es shrunk tremendously after left
them" said the deacon.
At the Westinghouse the later
glided into pew near the door parthlly
unobserved, after the services werebe-
gun. And in perspiring misery hesat
through the hour of worship, until
aroused by touch upon his arm. 1t
was the boy who had brought the ex-
press bundle the evening before, ani he
had another bundle now.
dad didn't see this one when hesent
me up last night, and so 1 fetched it
here, KNOWN you always was ter meet
in" said tho boy, handing over another
bundle.
What have you there, father?" Doris
exclaimed, noticing the bundle Rugged
under his arm.
"Oh-yes-I forgot-but it's yourn,
guess" he stammered, giving it to Mr..
Graves.
The latter looked at it and shook his
head.
Il think not. Mine was larger, and
in plain wrapping"
The deacon stared at the bundle which
was returned to his charge, and the
words
MIsFIT PARLoRs.
in large letters, swan before his gaze.
On the way home Mr.. Graves and
Doris did all the talking The deacon
went into the house with the bundle,
and the first thing he did was to open it.
wall, l do vumw he exclaimed,
holding up coat and trousers which
were certainly fit for himself.
Them are the clo'es l bought" he
declared.
Then whose are them you've been
tryin' to squeeze yourself into, I'd like
to know" demanded Mrs. Appleby.
Both glanced towards the doorway.
Mr.. Graves and Doris stood on tho
threshold, and both were smiling.
Father" said Doris. with her sweet
est laugh. 1.-THE parcel which came last
night was for Mr.. Graves. Those arc
his clothes which you have on"
1t hardly seemed like Sunday in a
deacon's household, with minister for
a guest, during the next half hour. 1t
would be difficult to say which laughed
the hardest, for even Mrs. Appleby did
her share in that line.
"Wall, we'd better swap back, if it's
the Sabbath" said the deacon at last.
And Mr.. Graves laughingly assented.
Mr.. Graves remained through his va
cation and preached regularly at tho
little Westinghouse.
With the next term he graduated,
was called to the rural parish and set
up his home there, with Doris Appleby
to furnish sunshine for hin.-Eruest
Young, in Yankee Blade