The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-08-27

fresh flowers When this was done,
and Mr.. Grumpys parrot fed, "Now,"
said Mrs Snively, "l'll do my market
ing for Sunday, and then cook what
can all ready for tomorrow"
SO she put on her marketing garb, a
uniform only less wonderful than her
housekeeping attire, and with an i'm.
mense basket on her arm, sailed forth.
1t was a beautiful summer day, and
strangely quiet. "How pleasant it is, {"
chirped Mrs. Snlvely to herself, land
how every one smiles at me. This is n
CHEEKY world after all, If l am a for
lorn old woman in it. How finely peo-
pie are getting to dress. I'm sure
don't see how they afford it." muttered
she, as a group of young ladie passed
her in beautiful gowns OF shimmering
summer goods. And then she thought
of her Sunday silk, lying undisturbed
for fourteen months in the trunk at
home, and wondered whether it had be-
come spotted She would examine it
as soon as she got home.
Her CHEEKY mood was dampened by
an encounter with the pastor of her
church, Rev. DIR. Bookster, who seemed
to answer her hearty bow rather stern.
ly. "He needn't look so mad," she
grumbled to herself. Goodness knows
l go to church as often rs l can. If he
had to keep house for nine cross-grained
mortals as 1 do, he wouldn't go to
church but once in fourteen months,
either"
Mrs. Snively soon grew jolly again,
as a laughing, happy crowd of children
came jostling toward her, books and
papers in their hands. Schools out
early this afternoon" thought Mrs,
Snively. "And dear me, what sweet
little darlings But don't think it's
right to dress children up so, just to
send them TO school. Now do look at
that silk waist! and that little chaps
velveteen. When 1 was girl, calico
was plenty good enough for school.
But moneys getting abundant nova
days, 'eepting in Il certain tin box
know of"
A square or two further she began to
come to the stores. "What's the post
Office closed for? Some government
4
to have twice as many holidays as or
dinary folks, anyway. And Holling-
ways closed, tool Now do hope his
wife isn't dead. She was real bad,
last heard. Why, of all the world!'
Here Mrs. Snively's surprise became
inarticulate, for she turned corner on
long row of stores, all closed and the
curtains down. Here was the market
where she must go first, all shut up
and the door locked, for she tried it..
Whats wanted, Mrs. Snively?" said
the owner, jolly young man, who lived
above his shop and who CHANGED to
come out at this moment very neatly
attired. Getting contributions for
the heathen, Mrs. Snively, in that big
basket?"
81 want to know, John Boardman," "
began Mrs. Snively, smartly, why all
| these business houses are closed. What
sort of a new tangled holiday is this?
You'll have it next so that one can shop
only one day in the week"
"Why, Mrs. Snively, don't you believe
in keeping Sunday?"
SUNDAY! John Boardman, are you
telling me that this is Sunday?"
''Of course, it's Sunday! Why, what
did"
But Mrs. Snively, big basket, market
ing and all, scared fluttering, COM
ical little figure, was already half a
square away, scudding along with a
sore heart, half shrinking, half defiant
''Woll, no wonder" groaned she.
1.-The same life, week in, week out.
One day like the rest No one to talk
to except the dodgers, and then only
abou$ eating. have no Sunday in my
life, and that's fact. What are you
giggling at, you inpudent little brat?"
This to an urchin trotting from Sunday
school who stopped to gaze in undis-
guised wonder at the big basket.
Mrs. Snively went home through by
streets, feeling woefully conspicuous,
and quite like feminine Rip Van
Wrinkle. When she reached her great,
lonely house, she set the big basket