The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-02-14
FOR FASHIONS SAKE.
BY LEON WEAD.


Mrs. O'Toole has a Woodworking, aud
barring St PatTick's day aud few other
rad-letter days of the calendar steady
husband. She has four children. all freckled
and red-headed. but otherwise not suffi-
GENTLY developed to commend themselves to
eulogy in print
Though her environment does not war
rant her assumption of ultra fin de steele
airs. Mrs. O'Toole manages to keep a little
ahead OF most of her neighbors in the mat
ter of personal adjournment. She is paid
nm subscriber to a cheap fashion II aga
zine. and is an acknowledged authority on
dress among the numerous female dweilers
in the tenement wherein she hath an abode
= One evening about six weeks ago, when
her husband, who is an excellent bricklayer,
returned from his days toll, she said to
him. Patrick, until l give yez further or
ders to the contrary, ye can bring home the
"For the love O. hiven, plat are ye driv-
In at now, Bridgetr asked Pat, with
curious leer.
"Weu, now maybe I know" retorted
Mrs. OToole, as she dumped the frying
rump steak into a tin platter, and laid it on
the bare table before her hungry liege lord.
''Jist moind me directions-that'sa all l asks
Of yezn
me to pluck 'em and driss 'em, s'pose.n
"Niver," almost screamed Mrs. O'Toole,
as she cut up a loaf of bread in very thick
slices. IN do the pluckin' meself, and for
the matter o. that, all the rest Of it. Let
me see; we have chicken on Wednesdays.
l want yez hereafter TO buy big duck for
Mondays'
"Phwat! wild all yer washin' o. Mondays
yer want to cook duck, to say nothin' of
the ixtry expince to meself, are ye gittin.
split bit in yer brainw
NOW l won't have the loikes of yez, Pat
O'Tooe, talkin' that way in the prisiDce
Of the poor. swate, innocint little children,
that won't. Ye oughter be ashamed Of 1t.
This is Tuesday. Moind We bring me two
lowe chickens tomorrow, and the same for
next Sunday, and duck for Monday
bridget, I've been wurkin' Joke a haste
o. burden all the day long, and I'm too tired
TO row it wild yez tonight I'm willin' to
be raysonable and l think ye might tell me
why yer wantin, the fowls to be comm
home aloive to make 80 much additionyal
trouble"
In more tender and relenting accents Mrs.
O'Tcole returned: sit is simply because l
want to use the feathers. There now, no
more questions, if ye don't want me temper
to boil scaldin' hot"
Patrick's curiosity was scarcely satisfied
but be ate his meal in silence aud rinsed it
down with pail of beer, which Denny, the
second oldest son, fetched from the saloon
opposite.
The next morning Patrick went to market
before going to his work, as was his habit,
and ordered two live chickens to be sent to
his address. That night when he went
home the fowls were nicely broiling over
some glowing Goals, and Bridget seemed
silently happy that he had so implicitly
ooeyed her mandates For the rest of
the week the domestic concerns
seemed to 60 without jar. Mrs.
O'Toole being thoughtful, unobtrusive,
and In every way quite discreet. Patrick
knew that this demeanor on the part of his
vile meant something something to her
own personal advantage. But he said
nothing. He oonsoled himself that his
time would come soon, for Daddy McFar-
land, in the next tenement, was very low
with gastric fever and senility, and his
relatives were already quietly arranging
for grand wake. or course, he and
Bridget would be invited, as he aud Mrs.
Mcfarland had been bosom friends for
many years.
On the following Saturday morning
Patrick ordered two live chickens which
were delivered some three hours later, Mrs
O'Toole received them with low phrased
chuckia of exultation and almost immedi-
ately proceeded to decapltate them with a
HNoSl van Sllt W dlElCA from
a deceased smember of Tammany Hall
With what emotions of pride and JOY did
Mrs. O'Toole divest these now
dead chickens, Of every feather that she
deemed available for her mysterious use.
How carefully she laid them away with the
feathers extracted from the Wednesday
morning chickens. How blithely-for hec
adipose tissue-did she dance attendance
on her household duties that day-going 80
far eVap 81 n soruh II Of no ob;Ijron mi 81,
CASTLE soap and water, and to put them in
clean clothes.
The Sunday dinner tasted unusually good
10 Patrick. His better-half cooked the two
fowls In a new way-unknown even TO John
chamberlain or to Delmonico. This way
had been unknown to bridget herself until
her tentative spirit ed her beyond the pale
Oh the approved cook books, into the regions
Oh her own abstract, and perhaps deluslve
rules OF gastronomy. AT all events Pat liked
u well enough to offer no protest. and when
she came to the act OF consuming it in her
own peculiarly dainty manner, Mrs.
UIoole vented her appreciation in no
eQulvocal terms. En- pdSSdnt it may not
De entirely disrespectful to the housewife ia
question, TO remark that sue had cook sd
the fowls as she might have cooked IA
uolled dinner, hurting into the pot every
vegetable at hand and adding few fat
pork rlnds which she considered it prodigal
!" throw away.
Inc next morning, few hours after her
husband had gone to his work, the butch
cts , BOY knocked at the kitchen door of the
O4oole tenement. The mistress Of the "hat"
was at that moment deeply engaged in
family "suds, but she knew it must only
W tne butchers boy at that hour, on that
particular morning-her cheap script
printed cards informed social ac-
9uaihtances that size was CAT home on
rIiuays from a. ~. TO 6 D. m. so she
merely said. "Come In" and went on
%Tru1olng Master Jim's soiled stockings.
-ue butchers boy entered with his rectan-
sIarly-shaped basket slung carelessly over
us Ss iett arm. He was typical butchers
10y OF Is stolid years, with an almost alb,
aormai bloom Of face, gray
ysS Of beautiful color, but hope
e%ly devoid OF expression, plump
NO w." ngure, but for his age not obese-
%anks to his semi-clean apron, suspended
"er ais Herculean shoulders.
sh.a Mrs. O'Toole" be Intercepted, with the
tnSsoute knowledge that he was addressing
'Hgnt party. This sort OF assembling is
sp'cullar trait Of tradesmen's underlings in
pp metropolis and in other large cities
D buu you order q live duckW
,.t W IL down." exclaimed Mrs. O'Toole,
INV, "u 11e hauteur of queen, though she re-
E9uIsned not the wash tub. The butchers
h! without further evidence of his own
c,.I. lance, lifted the duck from its con-
es auent III the bosom depths Of his thick
sra as deposited 1t on the floor and made O
freeouIess exit. Scarcely had his descending