Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-01-10
THE DEACON'S MISFIT.

Il do wish" G claimed Mrs. Deacon
Appleby, tina everything wouldn't
allus come in a heap
Wall. wall Samantha, don't fret"
said the deacon, who sat in a corner
mending d hold back" which had
broken while driving home from town
hat afternoon.
Il guess if somebody didn't fret
things would get wuss than they be,
for of all the procrastinatin' critters
you peat the wust of 'em. The idea
Of your waitin' till Saturday afore you
went TO town TO git them clothes, and
not a thing to put on your back for
Sunday"
NO use of stewin' about that, now
that I've been and got back and bought
the clothes" said the deacon, his EN-
per not the least ruled by the flashing
of his eonsort's rather sharp tongue.
You've bought 'em, but they AIM
here, returned the good woman.
II couldn't wait for elm TO be fixed.
The misit parlor man said that they
allus cal'lated to have the goods a per
feet, bang up, nobby fit afore he deliv-
cred 'em to customers. Lucky, Saman-
tina. that / see that advertisement Of
the misfit parlors, for there you Ear git
custom made goods at ready made
pricesi"
you picked up a good many slang
words for one trip to town. it seems to
me, " said Mrs. Appleby, amid a great
elatter of tea kettle and other domestic
utensils upon the kitchen stove.
Them ere amt slang. They're
terms hat belong 10 the trade" eI-
planned the deacon.
wall / dunno what a suit o. elo'es
III amount to ye, with you in n town
and they in another; s'posin' they don't
comet
II could wear a shawl o. yourn 20
meetin'. and have it given out from
the pulpit with the rest of the church
notices that I'd got a new outfit some
where's on the way suggested the
deacon. with a humorous twist Of his
lips, which always had a smile lurking
about them ready to spring into visible
existence.
Il wouldn't make sport out Of sacred
subjects if was ia your place, said
Samantha with unabated asperity.
The current Of debate was turned
at this point by the appearance Of
Doris, whose twenty years Of life hae
developed the energetic qualities Oh
her mother with the never falling COOL
temper of her father-a combination,
by the way. which went very well with
a s~,geetly simple manner and a full
share Of beauty.
The coach is coming, father, - she
announced, and ! think it brings Mr..
Graves. the new minister.
For PHYS sake." cried Mrs. AP
pleby.
Il never thought of its bein' time Gpt
the coach yit. exclaimed the deacon,
hastily thrusting the piece of harness
which he was mending into a pocket
and running to the sink TO wash his
hands.
Doris has got TO meet him at tn.
door. 1 shan't, with this faded calikeI
on, said Mrs. APpleby.
81 will meet him, mother, and sho1
him to his room" said Doris, and she
added, You and father viii have tLms
to brush yourselves up a bit before he
comes down to supper"
With nothing but sunshine upon hel
sweet face she adjusted a ribbon at heI
throat, and another at her waist, with
the effect of a general change of attire
for il took but little ~ adorn her sim
pie beauty.
She opened the front door just a
Mr.. Graves alighted from the coach
He was a pleasant faced young man
a student sent there for Sabbath a
a candidate" AS yet IN had no
gained a very ministerial look, esPe
ciaIly since he wore a travelling suit o
gray, with russell shoes and crush hat
Doris greeted him with u~nconseiou
grace. but he y little embarrassed