Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1891-10-15
terial, but matching the dress in color

Portable for the cool autumn days. BY
ripping up those garments and washing
and pressing the better parts of them
| could get quite respectable jacket
out of them, and who would ever know
from whence I obtained it? knew
Tom would not care, for, although
there was still fright smart of wear In
them" as Mrs. Hobbs would have said,
they could be worn but little more
without patching, and Tom abhorred
patches.
carried the garments to my mother
to consult her. She, poor dear, having
practiced making over until she had
reduced the work to science, dumped
at the idea," to use another of Mrs.
Hobbs expressions. BY the close of
the next day our united efforts had
produced a jacket which, with the adj
dition of some pretty buttons and
neat binding of braid, was really quite
stylish looking. The next evening |
drove to the station to meet Tom and
his friend, feeling quite dressed up"
and complacent in my new old dress
and jacket But alas for my compla-
ccncy! was soon to know the bitter
est modification of my life.
The next morning Tom came to me
in the dining-room and said: "Bab,
what became of that blue flannel suit
that was hanging in my closet?"
"Do you want its" asked
90 "a ;t'e hic Wo'ra rrn
ing fishing, and as it's n little rainy he
wants to wear it. He's careful fell
low of his clothes"
think the power to faint is not in
me, or it would have asserted itself at
that moment. If the earth had sud-
denly opened at my feet, gladly would
have sunk into the yawning chasm.
"Ohl Toni" gasped, 81 thought
those things were yours, and cut them
up and made them into that jacket |
wore to the station yesterday"
"Cut them up!' exclaimed Tom, in
CONSERVATION, which soon gave way to
uncomfortable laughter. u
While he was laughing, | was des-
perately considering. had always
been considered truthful; had always
been truthful, whether from inherent
goodness or lack of temptation, can
not say, but have a humiliating sus-
picion that it may have been the latter,
as, now that temptation presented it
self, was willing to falsify, or rather,
to have some one else do so for me.
When Tom had subsidized sufficiently to
hear me, | said: "Tell him a tramp
stole the clothes"
IA likely story,' replied Tom, that
q tramp should find his way up into
my closet and select that particular suit
of old clothes as booty"
swell, tell him we thought the
clothes were yours and give them
away" urged.
81 shall tell him the TRUTH" said
Tom, in tone of moral severity quite
unusual with him.
He went up to his room, where Mr.
Morey was waiting. A few moments
later followed him up the steps ant
slipped into my own room, which ad
joined his, that might see, or, rather
hear, how he performed the delicate
task in hand. Other emotions were toe
strong within me to permit me to fee
any scruples in playing .cavcsdropper.
When reached my room | heard Ton
assuring Mr.. Morey, in grave tone
the frequent trcmors of which gavs
evidence of suppressed emotion, that
had deliberately appropriated the miss
ing articles to my own use.
Tom, you are trying to sell me,
said Mr. Morey.
mo, she cut them u-u-p," replied
Tom, the crescendp on the word up
being caused by burst of laughter
land made"
Tdetermined to go in and explain thu
matter myself. 1t would be easiel
than meeting Mr.. Morey after he hac
received Toms explanation. don
know what said, but made him un
derstand the situation, and he assure,
me the matter was of no consequence
II should have had but little furthc
use for the clothes" said he. 81 in
tended to take them home for IN,
mother to make over for my littl
brothers; and doubt not the boy
would give you a vote of thanks, i
they knew, for they don't like wearin
made-over garments"
My heart went out, at once, to tn
little brothers.
Mr.. Morey managed somehow, wit
delicacy of which am sure no othe
man could have been capable, to cor
vey to me compliment on the fominin
ingenuity which could produce S
pretty a garment from such poe
materials, and even expressed the hop
that would continue to wear it. BIZ
that averred never could do agair
when Tom put in:
'See here, Bah, If you go on wearin
it, not even mother need ever kno'
but what the things were mine; but
you don't, the truth must come GU
and you never will hear the last of
from Ludora and Isabella"
Reflection convinced me of the trut
of the argument, and | concluded TIL;
! it would be better to wear the JACKIE
occasionally, though knew shoul
always feel queer" in It,
7 This ludicrous incident made M
, Morey and me feel better acquaintC
in a few days than VIC should othe
1 wise have done in weeks; and that Il
, attack had made on his wardrobe d
1 not forever disgrace me in his mind Wi
proved by the fact that at the end
l his visit he asked permission to wri
i to me, and within year asked me
: be his wife.
= have told this bit of personal e
t perience, not merely, as the casu
= reader may suppose, to make know
; how happened to become Mrs. Ra
S dolph Morey, but to point the moral
< parents that the garments in whit
Q their children are clad may serious
( affect the events which clothe the
t lifes history.-Martha Gion Sperbec
in Demorests Mon thly.