Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1892-08-27

lorn old woman In IL. How finely peoJ
pic are getting to dress. lm sure l
don't see how they afford it" muttered
she, as group of young ladies 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 1t
rs soon as she got home.
Her CHEEKY mood was dampencd by
an encounter with the pastor of her
church, Rev. DIR. Boolster, who seemed
to answer her hearty bow rather stern.
ly. "Ilc needn't look so mad she
grumbcd to herself Goodness knows
| go to church as often as l can. If he
had to keep house for nine cross-grained
mortals as | 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 l was girl, calico
was plenty good enough for school
But moneys getting abundant nova
days, 'cepting in a certain tin box
know Of
A square or two further she began to
come to the stores. whats the post
Office closed for? Some government
holiday, l suppose. Governmentseems
to have twice as many holidays as or
binary folks, anyway. And Holling-
ways closed, too. 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
a 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. Sniyely?' said
the owner, jolly young man, who lived
above his shop and who chanced to
come out at this moment very neatly
attircd. Getting contributions fol
the heathcn, Mrs. Snively, in that big
basket"
II want to know, John Boardman,
began Mrs. Snively, smartly, why all
these business houses are closed. What
sort of new tangled holiday is this
You'll have it next so that one can shoI
only one day in the week"
"Why, Mrs. Suively, don't you believe
in keeping Sunday?"
Sunday! John Boardmau, are yor
telling me that this is Sunday"
"Of course, it's Sunday! Why, wha'
did"
But Mrs. Snively big basket, market
ing and all, a scared, flute ring, com
ical little figure, was already half {
square away, scudding along with {
sore heart, half shrinking, half defiant
"Well, no wonder groaned she
"The same life, week in, week out
One day like the rest. No one to tall
to except the dodgers, and then only
about eating. have no Sunday in my
life, and that's fact What are yo,
giggling at, you impudent 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 VaI
Wrinkle. When she reached her great
lonely house, she set the big baske