Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-05-14

able garments than these for tomorrow.
II hope it is not lost, " said Doris.
"Probably it will be found in time foT
me to check it back again when l re-
turn"
In the meantime Mrs. Appleby was
bustling about in the preparation of tea,
and the deacon, having finished mend
ing the harness, was out attending to the
chores, which always busted him at that
hour.
Six o'clock came; supper was all
ready. Still no express bundle arrived
for the deacon. 1t ought to have come
on the coach.
Mrs. Appleby became more and moro
uneasy; even the calm deacon began to
brush with his hand the clothes he had
on, wondering if they couldn't be made
to answer in case his new suit did not
come.
But no-they would not do He had
been humilated enough by being com.
PEELED to wear them to town that day
The truth was, his thrifty wife had un.
dertaken few days before these events
to sponge the deacon's clothes with a ia
commended to her.
The soap was indeed effective. 1t 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 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 camc
down to supper But it was vain hope.
IL guess he'll think we're mortal poor
for you to wear them things" said Mrs.
Apprhy.
"ilebbe he'll think I'm all the moro
study tora deacon if don't pay so much
attention to dress, like the worlds peo.
pie, was the ready reply.
As IL matter of fact Mr.. Graves dill no:
think of noticing his genial hosts attire.
and although Mrs. AppIeby was "tidg-
ETY." at the table. Doris and her father
were pleasant u5h to make up for it.
But when 8 o'clock-the dcacon's bed
tln"-came, and Mr.. Graves retired for
the night, the Applebys looked at each
otler in ,iislnay.
Nov what dye think" exclaimed
Mrs. Applchy.
"LooIls ;,,.if had got to stay at home
from mertin' tomorrow or go and wear
these here brindIel trousers" said tho
Gcacun, with rather dismal smile
IF it only wasn't wicked to pretend
to he ill and not to CO." said Dori;
family.
But it is wicked" asserted the father.
jest as | expected 'twouid turn ouj
when you came home without the new
clo'cs, said Mrs. Appleby.
Il don't see how | could help it. They
needed fixin' over, and ] knew you'd
sc"ld if. l asked you to do it with so little
time.
you oughter got 'em the fust of tho
week. as told ye to. 1t all comes of
your procrastinatin' that I'm allus tcllin'
ye about"
"There is somebody at the door this
minute" cried Doris, and she flew to
answer the knock.
The boy stood on the step with bum
de.
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 yo
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
nggravating manner. "Now, what comes
nf all foil fIn ,tn
and they sent 'em jest as they said they
would"
Samantha relented in spirit, as she
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 ap-
pear like boyish impatience, so he con.
tented himself with tearing hole in tho
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 a
narrow margin of time in which to do
the ordinary morning work of farm.
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 tho coming ordeal of
preaching, for the second time in his ex-
pericnce, regular written sermon.
We'll be late, just as sure as tho
world!" said Mrs AppIeby for the
dozenth time after Mr.. Graves had gone
to his room for half hour of medita-
! zion.
"Time enough, mother. Don't fret, "
Eaid the deacon.
"But you've got your clo'es to change
yet, and no KNOWN whether they'll come
within rod Of tittin' ye,' persisted Mrs.
Applcby.
IN rcsk it, I'll wear 'em anyway. fit
Or II" fit, said the deacon impati"ntly
Il will hitch up the horse for vn,;,
father, SO you can have more time, SAID
Doris.
THAT'S good gal! wish We would,
for declare for it l hate to have ter has
tie around so like house alire Sunday
morning"
Mr.. Graves came down ready to start.
Mr.. Appleby tried to cnlerttin him aith
brcnming topics before meeting white
the deacon was getting I,'a,ly. l;,t,;.
came in and sail TIE team wa. at the
| door.
Sill Deacon App!chv did net put iu.,