The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-03-12
A POSITIVE WOMAN.

She was plump little woman, with
fair, baby-like face, and no one
could blame her for gazing at herself
with some complacency, for the dain-
ty bit OF millinery perched over the
curly brown bang was exceedingly
becoming.
"There'll be nothing like it in Hutch
inville,'' she said to herself, with q
thrill OF pride, and her fingers mean
while futtered like humming-birds
among the trimmings, touching here
a flower and there a loop.
She was going to Hutchinville the
next week for the first time since her
marriage, to spend a few days with
her mother, land the bonnet had been
selected from Nine. lie Grande's lat
est importations with a view to daz-
cling her rural friends.
I'll only hope nothing will hap
pen to it before go there,'' was her
thought, as she turned at last from
the mirror.
She even denied herself the pleas
ure of wearing it to church the next
day, fearing a shower, for the skies
were lowering. To face her city &C
quaintances. for one more Sunday in
the bonnet that she .had already
worn a whole season required far less
strength of mind than to take her
seat in the little Hutchinville church
conscious that her bonnet, robbed of
it's pristine freshness, was being
bounced upon by every eye in the
congregation; but she could not re-
sist putting it on to let Jack see how
he liked it.
cts pretty we'll up in the world, :"
said Jack, viewing it critically, with
his hands behind him; "but it seems
to be the fashion in head gear nova
days. And really, on yonr head, my
dear, it looks remarkably WE'LL"
Mrs. Prindle preened for a moment
before the class. She was almost
tempted to wear it, after all, but a
warming splash on the window kept
her from yielding.
Il won't risk it, she said; and put
ting the bonnet back in it's nest, she
stood on tiptoe and pushed the band
box in place on tie upper shelf of the
wardrobe,
Hutchinville was a nights Journey
by boat, and the next day proving
stormy, Mrs. Prin allie, in terror OF
seasickness, decided to defer her trip
but with the waning of the afternoon
the wind suddenly shifted, the clouds
parted and the sun burst forth like a
monarch newly crowned. If it was
going to be fair night, it would be
too bad to disappoint her mother,
who she knew would be looking for
her the next morning, and ordering
a carriage the last moment, she hast
lily gathered up her baggage and de-
parted.
She was a methodical little woman
and even for the short time that she
was to occupy her stateroom she
wanted "a place for everything and
everything in it's place." but on
boarding the boat she met an invalid
friend who detained her for half an
hour or more in the ladies' cabin,
and before she could arrange her
stateroom the capricious wind had
veered again. She stood for a mo-
ment at the window trying to per.
suade herself that there was no cause
of uneasiness, but the rain was al
ready driving against the deck, and
the increasing roughness soon com
PEELED her to take refuge in her berth.
TO all those on board who were
predispOsed to seasickness it was a
night of woe, and when, the next
morning, Mrs. Prindle took the
stage for Hutchirville, the lit
tie village being about three
miles inland, she was too ex-
hausted to give a thought to her bag.
gage-even the precious bonnet had
for the moment drifted out of her
midland it was not until she alight.
ed at her mothers door that the dis.
covery was made that the handbook
was missing. .....
With hasty greetings and equally
hasty directions as to where to find
the box, her brother Tom was dis
patched on horseback to the boat,
and in q disturbed state of temper
and nerves Mrs. Prindle seated her
self at the breakfast table. r..
wouldn't worryaboutit, Phebe.' -
said her mother; ''it'll be all right il
You LETT it in the stateroom.
But Tom shortly came galloping
back with the information that the
staterooln had been searched in vain;
nota box ofany kind was to befound.
"Then that maid must have taken
it, Mrs. Prindle declared. She had
to go rummaging among my things
last night for my bottle Of salts, and
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