The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1892-06-24
NOUS cleansing soap which had been rec


commended to her.
The soap was indeed effective. It re.
moved all the stains and grease, but at
the same time took out every vestige of
the original dye wherever the sponge was
applied. The result was a generally
mottled effect which was so ridiculous
that the wearer laughed every time he
looked at them.
He had hoped that the new suit would
arrive before the young minister came
down to supper. But it was a vain hope.
II guess he'll think we're mortal poor
for you to wear them things, said Mrs.
Appleby.
"Mebbe he'll think I'm all the more
stiddy for a deacon if don't pay so much
attention to dress, like the worlds peo.
pie, was the ready reply.
AS matter of fact Mr. Graves did not
think of noticing his genial hosts attire,
and although Mrs. Appleby was "fidg-
city" at the table, Doris and her father
were pleasant enough to make up for it.
But when 8 o'clock-the deacon's bed
time-came. and Mr.. Graves retired for
the night, the Applebys looked at each
other in dismay.
"Now what dye Think" exclaimed
Mrs. Appleby.
Looks as if had got to stay at homo
from meetin' tomorrow or go and wear
these here brindled trousers" said tho
deacon, with rather dismal smile.
"If it only wasn't wicked to pretend
to be ill and not to CO." said Doris
family.
But it is wicked, asserted the father
"Jest as expected 'twould turn out
when you came home without the new
clo'es, said Mrs. Appleby.
II don't see how could help it. They
needed fixin' over, and I knew you'd
scold if, l asked you to do it with so little
time.
You oughter got 'em the fust of tho
week, as told We to. 1t all comes of
your procrastinatin' that Pm allus tellin'
ye about.
"There is somebody at the door this
minute" cried Doris, and she few to
answer the knock.
The boy stood on the step with bum
die.
Express for the deacon" explained
the lad. Carried on by t'other train,
and come back on the one from the West.
Dad told me to fetch it right up, as ye
might be wanting of it,"
"There, there, Samantha!" cried tho
deacon, holding the bundle exultingly
close to the good lady's face, in rather an
aggravattng manner. snow, what comes
Of all your talk? Here are the clo'es,
and they sent 'em jest as they said they
would"
Samantha relented in spirit, as shc
Usually did after the worry of the day
was over, and so they retired in peace.
The deacon would have liked to try
On his purchase before going to bed, but
it occurred to him that that would an.
pear like boyish impatience, so he con-
tented himself with tearing hole in the
wrapping paper and obtaining glimpse
Of the dark goods through the opening.
In the morning, for some unaccount-
able reason, the Applebys all oversight,
and when the deacon and his energetic
wife arose they found that they had
narrow margin of time in which to do
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which can not be omitted even on tho
Sabbath.
This tended to irritate Samantha, and
even the deacon found it hard to keep
his Sunday countenance during has.
tily prepared breakfast. Mr. Graves was
a little anxious over the coming ordeal of
preaching, for the second time in his ex-
perience, regular written sermon.
"We'n be late, just as sure as the
world!" said Mrs. Appleby for the
dozenth time after Mr.. Graves had gone
70 his room for half hour of medita.
ton.
"Time enough, mother. Don't fret"
| said the deacon.
"But you've got your clo'es to change
yet, and no KNOWN whether they'll come
within rod of fittin' ye, +" persisted Mrs,
Appleby.
"pll resk it. I'll wear 'em anyway, fit
Or no fit, said the deacon impatiently.
II will hitch up the horse for you,
father, so you can have more time, "said
Doris
"Thats a good gal! wish ye would,
for declare for it hate to have ter hus-
tie around so like house afire Sunday
morning"
Mr.. Graves came down ready to start.
Mrs. Appleby tried to entertain him with
becoming topics before meeting, while
the deacon was getting ready. Doris
came in and said the team was at tho
door.
Still Deacon Appleby did not put in an
appearance. His wife fidgeted. Doris
became uneasy, and DR.. Graves looked
at his watch.
"What in the name of natur' can that
man be doin'?" exclaimed Mrs. Apple.
by at last.
She started to go and see, when tho
door opened and Deacon Appleby came
in. His face was very red, and there
was a queer pucker about his lips as
though he were suppressing an inclina-
ton to laugh.
Good land!" calculated Mrs Appleby.
"Why, father!" Doris exclaimed.
Mr.. Graves stared at the apparition in
the doorway. then looked down at his
own slim length. and back again at tho
ample figure of his host while his palo
cheeks became almost as red as the dea.
! cons.
Got the hoss readyl" ventured tho
latter.
"Yes, father. But"
"Wall, we hain't much time to spare.