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

vi I.at IN tile name OF nltur can T. lJ
man be, Il dom 2" exclaimed Mrs. Apr le.
Wy at last
She started to go and see, when the
door opened and Deacon Appleby came
in. His face was very red, and there
was quer pucker about his lips as
though he were suppressing an inclna-
ton to laugh.
Good land!" eJaculated Mrs AppIcby.
"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 pale
cheeks became almost as red as the dea-
cons.
Got the hoss ready!" venturcd the
latter.
Yes, father. But"
"Wall, we haint much time to spare.
Ye see that" The good man was on
the point of making an explanation but
checked himself and began. with short,
cautious steps to cross the room, adding:
"Come, come, if the hoss is all ready"
A more ridiculous figure than that cut
by the deacon it would be hard to find.
He had put on his new suit of clothes.
They were mado of dark goods of fine
quality. But the legs were several inches
too short, and so tight that they set like
the costume of circus performer. The
coat was equally short, and to introduce
the buttons to their respective button
holes would have been an impossibility.
And every moment the deacon made 4
vain attempt to stretch the too econon.
ical waistcoat down to cover a zone OF
white shirt and suspender buttons be-
twiXt that garment and the trousers
what in the world did you buy them
for?" gasped Samantha in tt e deacon's
ear, when they were seated beside each
other on the forward seat of the beach
wagon.
Don't say word. please don't, and
meb5e there won't nobody notice it!'
was the hurried response.
Not notice emf" echoed Mrs. Applehy.
"There's a pesky mistake, unless the
clothes shrunk tremendously after | left
them, said the deacon.
At the meeting house the latter glide1
into pew near the door partially unob-
and in p2rspiring misery he sat through
the hour of worship, and until all were
gone but his family, when he was aroused
by a touch upon his arm. 1t was the boy
who had brought the express bundle the
evening before, and he had another bun
die now.
Dad didn't see this one when he sent
mcup last night, and so fetched it here
knowing you always was ter meeting
said the boy, handing over another bum
die.
what have you there, father?" Doris
exclaimed, noticing the bundle hugged
under his arm
"Oh, yes-I forgot-but it's your'n,
Guess, he stammered, giving it to Mr..
Graves
'i'he latter looked at it and shook his
head.
81 think not. Mine was larger and ir
plain wrapping.
The deacon stared at the bundle which
was returned to his charge, and the
words "Misht ParIors" in large letters
swan before his gaze.
On the way home Mr.. Graves and
Doris did all the talking. The deacon
went into the house with the bundle, and
the first thing he did was to open it.
Wall, | do vum." he exclaimed, hold
ing up coat and trousers. which We're
certainly Il fit for himself. "Them arc
tn" clothes bought"
Then whose are those you sc been try
ing to squeeze yourself into, Id like to
krow?" asked Mrs. Appeby.
Both glanced toward the doorway.
Mr. Graves and Doris stood on tile tlresI.
old, and both were smiling.
Father, the parcel which came last
night was for Mr.. Graves. Those are his
clothes which you have on" laughcd
Doris.
1t hardly seemed like Sunday III a dea-
cons household, with a minister for
guest, during the next half honr. 1t
would be difficult to say who laughed the
hardest, for even Mrs. Appleby joined
in it.
wall, we'd better swap back, if It's
the Sabbath, said the deacon.
Mr.. Graves laughingly assented.
::
MIR. Graves remained through his vaca-
ton and preached regularly at the little
meeting house. With the next term he
graduated, was called to therura parish,
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