The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1891-03-27

Mrs. Edmonstone.
mo, ] won't" protested Rachel.
"But. oh, those shirts! I'ye been
ripping them apart and sewing
them together again, and rounding
off gusset here. and taking in IA
plait, there, until Pye eol so |
dream OF them at night and The
more | Try them on the worse they
fit, and the more unreasonable Tom
becomes. 'Mv mother never made
such work of it As this ! says he"
"Thomas forgets," observed Mrs.
Edmonstone, severely.
"And ] an sure, il things 90 on
like this" added Rachel, pushing
her short brown curls off her fore.
head, ''it will end in a separation
on account of 'incompatibilty Of
temper
mo, it won't, my DEAR" said The
molhe-in-law. "Herc, get me the
pattern and some shirting moslin,
and pair OF scissors"
What are you going to do.mo,h-
er9' eagerly questioned Rachel.
"I'm going TO make Tom a shirt.
Bul don't you tell him, Rachel.
Well see whether it is Tom or the
pattern that has altered"
Once more the mischievous light
came into Rachel's bright blue
eyes.
IL wish all the world were
mothers.in-law!" !" she cried glee-
fully. "Why didn't l think OF this
before ~
"One can't think of everything,
child" said Mrs. Ednonstone, CON
sOllngly.
Thomas EdmOnStone welcomed
his mother cordially when he came
home from business.
"pm so glad you've come |" said
he. "We can have some of the
nice old fashioned dishes now.
Rachel can't seem 10 get the hang
of them, although she has always
had your book OF recipes TO guide
her"
'Rachel's good deal better cook
than everI pretended 10 be-" said
Mrs. Edmonslone. "They have
patent egg-bealers and cream
whippers, raisln.seeders, and all
that sort of thing now, that they
didn't have in my day. | never
tasted nicer bread than Rachel
makes. and these pop-overS are de-
licious."
You're Just saying that 10 en-
courage Rachel" said MIR. Edmon-
stone, with an incredulous smile.
"Things will run smooth now you
have come. That's one comfort"
"Oh, shouldn't think of in,er-
fering in Rachel's Kitchen SAID
The old lady.
"Please do, mother" coaxed the
wife, not without a certain culver
in her lip. do let Tom have a
reniniscence of the old days while
you are here"
"Well, just as you children say"
conceded the mother-in-lag, good
humouredly.
She remained week at her sons
house, during which periol OF time
Tom was all eXultant complacen-
cy.
This" said he, "is something
like living. | feel myself a boy
again when lase these apple
frillers.'
"They're moi bad" said Rachel,
who had made them with her own
skillful hands. And she helped
herself TO a little of the sauce.
"Ani why didn't you learn my
mothers knack of making such
pie crust as thisW demanded Tom.
"There's no dyspepsia here"
"I'm glad you're pleased" said
Rachel, with gully glance al her
motherin.law. "Oh, by the way,
Tom. The last of The set of shirts is
finished now. Will you put it on
tomorrow 2"
IL suppose so,' ungraciously ut
tered Tom. will set like fury.
dare say, like all the rest of them!"
"You might at least give il a
trial"
Didn't | say | would p still
more ungratlously. Those shirts
will be the death of me yei," he
added, turning 10 his mother with
a groan, while Rachel sat steadily
observing the pattern of the table
cloth.
The breakfast stood smoking on
the table next morning when Mr..
Edmonstone came into the room
twisting himself as if he were
practicIng 10 be human cork.
screw. Mrs. Edmonstone glanced
timidly up al him.
Doesn't il fit, Tom? r. she ques-
toned.
aft Just look at It, will you :"
he retoried. "FiI! Hangs like a
window-curtain round my neck
pinches my wrist like pair of
handouts | feel as il l were in
strait -jacket"-wriihing impa-
iienily to and fro. 'Oh, | might
have known it beforehand. Yon
haven't an idea what The word fit
means. | wish, mother, you could
teach this wife Of mine how to
make decent shirt ~
Thomas" SAID Mrs. Edmonstone
solemnly, transfixing him with the
glisiening spheres OF her spectacle