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

MT. GraVeS laughed, ana hanueo ner
the garment with grateful look.
1.-THE worst Of it is" he added, 81
had parcel checked on tho cars, and
the baggage man couldn't find it at the
station when l arrived. 1t contained
more suitable garments than these for
| tomorrow.
Il hope it is not lost?" said Doris.
In the meantime Mrs. Appleby was
bustling about in the preparation of tea,
and the deacon having finished mend
ing the harness, was out attending to
the chores, which always hurried him at
| that hour
Six o'clock came; supper was all ready.
Still no express bundle arrived for the
deacon. 1t ought to have come on the
| coach.
Mrs Appleby grew more and more I'M
easy; even the calm deacon began to
| brush with his hand the clothes he had
on, We ndering if they couldn't be made
| to ans w1r in case his new suit did not
come.
But no-they would not do. He had
been Inundated enough by being com
| PEELED to wear them to town that day.
The truth was, his thrifty wife had I'M
dertaken, a few days before these
events, to sponge the deacon's clothes
with famous cleansing soap which
| had been recommended to her.
The soap was indeed effective. 1t re-
moved all the stains and grease. But
it at the same time took out every YES
tige of the original dye wherever the
sponge was applied. The result was q
generally notified effect which was so
ridiculous that the wearer laughed
every time he looked at them.
He had hoped that the new suit
would arrive before the young minister
came down to supper. But it was vain
hope.
II guess he'll think we're mortal
poor for you to wear them things"
said Mrs. Appleby.
"Mabbe he'll think I'm all the more
stiddy for a deacon, if l don't pay SO
much attention to dress, like the
worlds people," was the ready reply.
AS matter of fact, Mr.. Graves did
not think of noticing bis genial hosts
attire and ai .ag TS5b Mrs Jo AARplGabY Was
father were pleasant enough to make
up.
But when nine o'clock the deacon's
bed-time-came, and Mr.. Graves retired
for the night, the Applebys looked at
each other In dismay.
Now what dye think?" exclaimed
Mrs. Appleby.
Looks as if I'd got to stay at home
from meetin' tomorrow, or go and wear
these here brindled trousers" said the
deacon, with rather dismal smile.
eff it only wasn't wicked to pretend
to be i'll and not to CO." said Doris,
family.
But it is wicked" asserted her father.
'Jest as expected 'twould turn out
when you come home without the new
clo'es, said Mrs. Appleby.
~ don't sec how could helpit. They
needed fixin' over and l knew you'd
scold if l axed you to do it with so little
time"
You oughter got 'em tho fust of the
week as l told We to. 1t all comes of
your procrastinatin' that I'm allus tell
in we about"
There is somebody at the door this
minute" cried Doris, as she flew to
| answer the knock.
A boy stood on the step with bundle.
Express for the deacon" explained
the youngster. Carried by on t'other
train, and came back on the one from
| the West. Dad told me to fetch it right
up, as ye might be wanting of it."
There, there, Samantha" cried the
deacon, holding the bundle exultantly
close to the good lady's face.
Now what comes of all your talk?
Here re the clo'es, and they sent 'em
jest as they said they would"
Samantha relented in spirit, as she
usually did afte the worry of the dav
was over, and so they retired in peace.
The deacon would have liked to sry OH
his purchases before going to bed, but
1t occurred to him that that would an
pear like boyish Impotence, so he con-
tented himself with tearing hole in
the wrapping paper and obtaining a
glimpse of the dark goods through tho
opening.
In the morning, for some unaccount-
able reason, the Appleby's all oversight.
and when the deacon and his energetic
wife arose they found that they lad a
narrow margin of time in which to do
the ordinary morning work of a farm,
which can not be omitted even on the
Sabbath.
This tended to irritate Samantha. and
even the deacon found it hard to keen
his Sunday countenance during q hastily
prepared breakfast. Mr.. Graves was a
little anxious over the coming ordeal of
preaching, for the second time in his
experience, regular written sermon.
We'll be late, just as sure as the
world" said Mrs. Appleby for the
dozenth time, after Mr.. Graves had
gone to his room for a half hour of
meditation.
Time enough, mother; don't fret"
said the deacon.
But you've got your clothes to
change yet, and no KNOWN whether
they'll come within a rod OF ittin' ye,"
persisted Mrs. Appleby.