Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1891-11-27

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and reds, you understand, but, somehow or
other, whenever that yellow gown was on
she simply created wild havoc, and it got
to be so that whenever l was anxious to
have her make herself specially agreeable
to any public man of my acquaintance of
my own %party-or the other side. either--l
used to beg her to wear it.
1t was a thorough mascot, and gradually
Julie got to believe in it as much as l..
Why, my dear boy, do you know that
Senator Manley would never have cast his
vote for that iron tariff bill had it not been
for that yellow ball gown? Neverl That
settled the question, sir. Julie had it on
when she asked him to vote for it.
Isuppose you think l am a fool.
Julie used to call me a dear stupid goose
whenever I begged her to wear it. and often
added:
"Well, l must say. Mr.. Tom Marfie, you
are anything but complimentary to your
wife's destinations if you think a wretched
yellow dress can overtop them"
And l answered:
"But it is only because my wife wears it
that it is so powerful"
And she would laugh and let me kiss her
hands-she has such pretty little hands,
you know.
Finally, when the season was pretty
we'll over, and we were thinking of getting
ready to &c to Cresson, l came home one
day and found Mrs. Tom Marie putting
up her winter things" as she expressed it,
with the assistance of her maid. espied
my mascot flung carelessly upon the floor
among a pile of other rumpled articles.
Julie" said under my breath, II want
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dear3"
"What is it," she answered roguishly,
leading me into the adjoining room.
promise me-" I said, with a feeling of
almost unconscious solemnity, which for
the life of me l could not have helped,
"that you will never give away or destroy
or part with that yellow ball gown of
yours. Will you, dear one?"
First she laughed as she linked her arms
through mine, and then a sweet, tender
look crept into her eyes.
Very we'll, Tom," she said; ri promise.
And when we are old, when you get to be
a cabinet minister or ambassador to the
Court of St. James, or some other mighty
thing, I1l lead you up to a wardrobe and
show you the dear old yellow faded ball
gown hanging on its peg. Yes; l prom
ise."
And l knew she would keep it.
Time went On. We went to Cresson for
the months of July and August. l forget
now where we spent September, but, as you
know, in the early autumn l was obliged
to go to New York, and you may be sure l
never had a thought of spending a winter
in the big city without Julie.
l took a little box of a house on East
Forty-fifth street, furnished complete, and
in we moved Oct. l.
can see Julie now, a few days after we
were once safely ensconced; she was lying
on a lounge in the back drawing room,
when suddenly a CLEAN of sunshine on her
fallen hair-she was tired from unpacking,
poor child-made me think of my mascot.
"Juliel" l cried, in a curious sort of ap-
prehension that actually made me laugh
at myself, "you haven't left the yellow ball
gown at home, have you, OPP
"Oh, you dear old goose of a boy-no, of
course | haven't. Didn't l promise you,"
she added reproachfully, never to be
parted from it? told Saunders to see it
safely packed and to hang it in the guest
room closet. She is to be trusted implicit
ly. You see," cried my little wife, "the
fortunes of the house of Marie are still
SAFE"
Unconsciously l let fall sigh of relief.
l knew Saunders of old; she had been
jules maid since her childhood, and was
reliable, if at times self opinionated, as old
servants are apt to be.
Well, old fellow, the election was com
ing on and was dashing back and forth
between my county seat, New York, and
Washington all the time. You know the
wild anxiety and fatigue and fascination
of it all. Julie could not me
always, although l insisted upon having
her the most of the time. l couldn't do
without her.
Once, however, l was obliged to &c to
Harrisburg, and the child protested that
she could not go with me; that she had too
much spring work and spring shopping to
attend to. | gave III, promising myself
that / would finish my business summarily
and be back with her by May Day surely.
"You won't fail, Toni" she said, as she
stood in the hall while the cab waited at
the door.
Nothing shall keep me, Julie" l replied
as | broke from her and started on my
dreary journey.
But l had counted, so it seemed, without
my host, and not only did everything &C
wrong, but presently | had to write my
little girl that l would not be with her a,
the promised time.
All my affairs were at skies and sevens
l was nearly beside myself, feeling sure
that the bills in which / was so deeply in
terested would not pass, and that much o.
the future | had planned would. in conse
quence, 60 to pieces.
When, 10 and behold!-and how l blessed
that yellow ball gown, for l had written tx
Julie to 60 up stairs and take a peep at il
things turned around as squarely as pos
sible and l started for New York, beins
due at the foot of Desbrosses street at
quarter before 10 On the night of Apri
10, 1889.
The train was on time, and l jumped
into a cab, bidding the driver go lik'
thunder and earn a double tip.
He did.
And all the while we ratified up Broad
way l was thinking over and planning tn
Joy, the surprise of seeing me unexpected,
would give her. No; 1 had not had tim
to write, and had refrained from telegraph
ing on purpose to have-I am a selfs]
brute, you know-the bliss of watching
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