Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1891-02-28

StF I'm farmhouse piazza busily
g VIZ shipping away at the OBJ
stinate threads that held
fast the pIumes and flowers of their
hats. "Yes, best Sunday-go-to-meetin'
hats too, continued she" what air you
rippin' them up for? Don't they suit
you as they air?"
The two girls looked at each other in
hslf-ashamed way, then pretty Maude
answered apologetically,i" we heye other
hats, Auntie, when we want to wear
them, and the fact is, we were so morti-
fed last night at the lecture, there was
Mrs. Hopkins hired girl with a coarse
hat, bent into that new shape like mine,
and bunch of cheap roses dropping over
one side OF the brim, just exactly as
Madam Lovelle, arraigned my silken
peoples and ribbon-grass, in the latest
French style; and in front of US there
was a freckled-faced, red-headed girl,
wearing grass-green dress, trimmed
with red ribbons, and hat that was the
queerest limitation of Cousin Ada's Gains
borough hat. 1 wish you could have
seen those old tips, dyed bright-blue.
sticking up around that old hat la
Ada's white plumes."
Aunt Mehetabel sank down into the
depths of the great split bottomed rock
ing-chair, giving little sigh as she did
so.
We'll girls! I did think you had
more sense than to let little thing like
that upset you. 'Tain't no disgrace to
be hired girl. nor freckled-face one
either. 1 take it as u compliment, when
folks try to look like me. Fact is, if it
hadn't been for another girl trying
to look like me, and gettin' every
thing to wear jest like my things,
I'd never have got your Uncle James,
and 1 alius think of that when I see a
girl trying to get herself up jest like
some other girl she thinks is sorter
stylish"
"Oh, do tell us all about it." cried
Ada; you do tell such charming
stories 2"
Yes, do" chimed in Maude, 81 like
to hear love stories, especially true ones
that you know are sure to turn out
we'll"
well" said their aunt, complacently,
@if tell you the story to please you,
you must stop your shipping to please
me. don't want my neices so Nightly
that they can't bear to see any one else
have anything like them.
"To begin with my story, though, 1
hadn't ought to tell it, SEEM its myself
I'm talking about.
Il was about the best looking girl in
Upton Center, and 1 had lots of beaux.
Girls used to like to fiirt them days,
same's they do now, but there was one
beau used to come to see me, and he
kept a'coming so steady like that by
and-by the rest quit hanging around,
and it was the talk of the neighhorhood-|
country places are awful for gossip, you
know-that we were to be married. His
name was Silas-Silas Melton. He was
tell and pretty fair-looking, with his
curly hair ard black eyes, and for them
days he put on a heap OF style. He
would bow and scrape and pslaver until
I begin to think right smart of him.
Father and mother they didn't like
him much, but for all that it would had
been a match if it hadn't a'been for
Lydia Perkins.
she was a soft, silly thing, anyway,
and she was that near dead after Silas
that she would sigh and roll her eyes at
him for all the world like q dying calf.
The other boys teased him Almost to
death about her, and Silas couldn't
bear her, or speak peaceable
to her hardly, but she got
worse and worse, sighin' and lookin'
at him. He was mighty fond of style,
and she kept thinkin' the reason he
went With me was because had better
clothes than most of the girls. 1 had
an aunt in the city and she used to send
me patterns sometimes. So she fell to
borrowin' my patterns, and maxim all
her clothes like mine, even to her
aprons and sunbonnetS
zone spring Aunt Sarah sent me
new Leghorn bonnet trimmed with blue
striped ribbon. Leghorn was just
comm into style then, and none Of the
other girls had one for q month or
more. Then Lydia had chance to
send to the city, and of course she or
aered one like mine. The first time
she wore it was to prayer meetln' at
the old Center church. She came IN
late. and as Deacon Smith was prayin,
she sat down by the door, ana naroIy
anyone saw her. Now the young folks
used to have a standing rule of polite
ness that if young man wanted to es-
eort young lady home, he must ask
her for her company inIthe entryof the
ehurch-he mustn't ask her In the
church. that looked forward-nor after
she reached the steps, that was too slow
.,5 h.oluap7. On the bows used to
make break for the entry the moment
meetin' was over, and stand in a row
from the inside door to the steps. The
entry didn't have any light, 'cept from
tho open door, but every boy watched
sharp an when the right girl come
along, he would step up and bow, and
saw. Can see you home to-nightY an
OF they would go arm in arm. Some