The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1891-02-07

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Mr.. Graves laughed, and handed her
the garment with grateful look.
1.-THE worst of it is," he added, Il
had parcel checked on the cars, and
the baggage man couldn't find it at the
station when / 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 un-
easy; even the calm deacon began to
brush with his hand the clothes he had
on, w nj ,ring il they couldn't be made
to an w.r in case his new suit did not
come.
But no-they would not do. He had
been humiliated enough by being COM
PEELED TO wear them to town that day.
The truth was. his thrifty wife had UNI
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 =
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 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, although Mrs Appleby was
s.fidgety" at the table, Doris and her
] 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.
SHOW 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.
'If 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.
II don't see how could helpit They
needed fxin' over and / knew you'd
scold If axed you to do it with so little
time
"You oughter got 'em the 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 few 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.
snow what comes of all your talk;
Here re the c1o'es, and they sent 'em
| jest as they said they would"
| Samantha relented in spirit, as she
usually did after the worry of the day
was over, and so they retired in peace.
The deacon would have liked to Try OH
his purchases before going to bed, but
1t occurred to him that that would ap-
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 the
opening
In the morning. for some unac,ount-
able reason, the Appleby's all oversight,
| and when the deacon and his energetic
wife arose they found that they had 0
narrow margin Of time in which to dc
the ordinary morning work of farm
which can not be omitted even on the
Sabbath.
This tended to irritate Samantha, and
even the deacon found it hard to keer
his Sunday countenance during hastily
prepared breakfast. Mr.. Graves was .
little anxious over the coming ordeal Of
preaching, for the second time in his
experience. q regular written sermon.
We'll be late. just as sure as the
world" said Mrs. Appleby for ths
doxenth time, after Mr.. Graves had
gone to his room for . half hour O
meditation
Thine enough. mother; don't fret
said the deacon.