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

DEACON APPLEBY CANE IN.
cheeks became almost as red as the
deacon's-s
'Got the boss ready?' ventured tho
latter.
"Yes, father. But"
avail, we hain't much time to spare.
Ye see the good man was on the
point of making an explanation. but
checked himself and began, with short,
Come, come, If the boss is ready"
A more ridiculous figure than that cut
by the deacon it would be hard to i'm.
agine.
He had put on his new suit of clothes.
They were made of dark goods Of fine
quality. But the legs were several
| inches too short, and SO tight that they
set like the costume Of circus-per-
former. The coat was equally short,
and to introduce the buttons to their
respective button-holes would have
been an impossibility. And every mo-
ment the deacon made vain attempt
| to stretch the too-economical waistcoat
down to cover a zone of white shirt and
suspender buttons betwixt that garment
and the trousers.
What in the world did you buy tn m
duds for?'' ga ped Samantha in the dea-
cons ear. when they were seated beside
each other on the forward seat Of tho
beach wagon.
Don't say word, please don't and
may be there won't nobody notice i'll"
was the hurried response.
mot notice 'emr' echoed Mrs. APP
pleby.
There's pesky mistake, unless the
clo'es shrunk tremendously after left
them" said the deacon.
At the Westinghouse the latter
glided into a pew near the door partially
unobserved, after the services were he-
gun. And in perspiring misery he sat
through the hour of worship, until
aroused by touch upon his arm. 1t
was the boy who h.d brought the ex-
press bundle the evening before, and he
had another bundle now.
dad didn't see this one when he sent
me up last night, and SO l fetched it
here, KNOWN you always was ter meet
In" said the 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 your'n,
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. Tho deacon
went into the house with the bundle,
and the first thing he did was to openit
wall, l do vum!" he exclaimed.
holding up coat and trousers which
| were certainly At for himself
Them are the clo'es I boughtw 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 the
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 are
his clothes which you have on"
1t hardly seemed like Sunday In .
deacon's household, with . minister fos
q guest, during the next half hour. Il
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, II tits
the Sabbath" said the deacon at last.
And Mr.. Graves laughingly assented
4 Mr.. Graves remained through his va
cation and preached regularly at TIC
little meeting-house.
With the next term he graduated.
was called 70 the rural parish and sci
up his home there. with Doris Appleby
to furnish sunshine for him. ERNEST
~ Young, in Yankee F1sdA