The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-03-07

or some Indian place of that sOrl-
wonderfully valuable; but, you
know, he smuggled it, and so sold
it for nothing. For a shawl like
that $45 is nuthing-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 yearsW
'Nor on anybody else y Mrs Pat
tipan said within herself, but She
beamed upon her husband.
''Here il is!'' said he, flinging it
abroad. Nov put it on"
The room was not large one,
and as the shawl swept into The air
it struck the cabinet on that par
licular spot on which the Cupid
was perched. The lovely bit of
china danced wildly for moment,
then toppled over aud fell to the
floor. Nothing remarked of il but
cleaning fragments as Mrs. Patti
pan stopped TO pick it up.
"Never mind the glmcrack,
Ducky!7 remarked her spouse.
II hope it is that confunded match
safe that you gave my best trousers
for-ha! ha! ha! Come, try on
Tie shawl p
Mrs. Pattipan, with aesecreL wall
for her treasure, obeyed. She
turned her back and allowed the
drapery to fall over her ample
shoulders, and glided as gracefully
as possible up and down the room.
"Charmingr' said Mr.. Patlipan.
"You mus wear that freely. Don't
save it Tor best. By Jove! Pm
glad | bought 1T. The lille old fell
low came into my place with the par
Gel, and bless me he wasn't a,curi-
oslty! He called me worthy gen
tleman, and he wanted 10 show me
shawl. Well, | wouldn't look at
it until he told mo all about The
Vale ef Cashmere, where it was
made, and asked me to smell Tue
altar of roses (; aud suddenly says
|, 'The very thing for DuckyP and
| had Pringle, the clerk, IN and put
| it on him. and he said he thought
| it must be genuine, for his grand
mother had one just like it"-("No
doubt" said Mrs. Pattipan TO her
selr)-"and out came my little $50
bill and he gave me a So note, and
done il was !"
Mrs. Pattipan had reached lhe
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 re-
cognized her own old broche shawl
The one she had given to the
clothes man! She knew it only
too we'll by the pattern. And there
was the little fray darned by her
own fingers five years before, when
she did occasionally wear the shawl
10 market.
Turn about, Ducky," said Mr..
Pattipan. snow, 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 ex-
hibit elegant things when they
have 'em-and here is the change
the old fellow gave me out of the
fiIty-a five dollar bill. Take care ;
| it's been mended. You'll want
some little fallal.n
AS Mrs. Pattipan came 10 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 / cannot help bellev-
ing that some of the very finest
chronological developments must
have been hers, for she smiled up
INTO Mr.. Pattipan's face and said :
"My dear, you are really generous!"
and put the worthless bill in her
pocket with a little air of coquetry,
and actually wore the faded, old
fashioned broche shawl TO The thea
ire that evening and was happy
in it!
But after all, to have a husband
who thinks one a beauty at 40, and
and is only anxious 10 make one
happy, cOmpensates for any such
little notifications as that which
Mrs. Patlipan experienced when
the lady IN the seat behind her
whispered andibly:
"Well, that shawl must really
have come out of The ark !"