Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-24
A GIRLS TRIUMPH.

Young Nj. Dressgoodes, who holds q
responsible position with a big dry
goods house, had his wages reduced re-
Gently because OF the financial depres-
sion, his employers said, and be was
obliged TO change some OF his plans In
consequence. He had fully Intended
to get a $50 oyercoat, cut long In the
prevailing style, but he decided that he
could not afford 1t and he cast about for
something cheaper.
One of his friends told him Of q place
where the very best ready-msde coats
could be bought. Mr.. Dressgoodes
went over to look at them. lie found
one that fitted him perfectly and looked
TO be fully as good as the $50 coat he
had set his heart on. 1t cost just half
of $50 and, after many trials aud many
parades before the lookInR-glass, Mr..
Dressgoodes decided TO buy.
In due time the coat was sent to
Mr.. D~ressgoode's boarding place. On
Sunday morning he went forth arrayed
in all its navy blue %splendor. He
started ont all right, but after be had
gone a block or so he was conscious
that something was wrong with the
coat. 1t switched around his legs and
tangled his feet up. One side OK u
| seemed TO bind badly, and the tails. In
stead Of hanging decorously behind,
walloped around In a trying and a
dalous manner. Mr.. Dressgoode's was
obliged to unbutton 1t before he could
continue his walk 10 church.
When he got back he examined tho
coat carefully, but could find nothing
wrong with 1t. Next morning he took
it down TO the store with blood in his
eve. "Here," he said to the proprietor,
''there's something the matter with this
coat"
"What is itP" inquired tho proprle-
tor, suavely.
'Why, 1t binds me about the legs
when I'm walking and makes II very
difficult, as well as ungraceful, for me
to get along"
"Hum!" said the proprietor, 81 can't
imagine what is the matter. Let me see
it," lie took the coat and looked IL over
carefully. "Leave 1t here" he said,
''aud we will send 1t up this after
noon"
That night Mr.. D~ressgoodes donned
his new coat again. He started out and
had the same difficulty as before. lie
tore back into the house aud swore
great oaths, such as dockwolloper
might use, but which would never be
expected from a man who sold the lat
est fabrics to the elite OF the town.
He took the coat down the next morn
ing, and said some very uncompliment-
ary things to the proprietor OF the
clothing store. That worthy was much
worried, and he asked to have the coat
left there again, promising TO SEND IL
up that afternoon In perfect order.
The coat came back and Mr.. Dress
goodies made another effort TO wear IL.
IL tripped him up 10 the hallway. and
almost sent him down the front stairs
headlong. Mr.. Dressgoodes tore IL OF
and stamped on il.
"Why, Mr.. D~ressgoodsl" said the
pretty s~tenographer from the country
who has q room on the same floor,
"what on earth Is the matter?"
Mr.. Dressgoods mumbled a few mar
tlculate words, and then remembered
where he was and told the Young woman
how the beastly garment acted.
"Why don't you take 1t down to the
store?" she asked
1--WE been there twice with t." said
Mr.. D~ressgoodes, "snd now I'm going
to take II down there again aud demand
my money back"
The pretty stenOgrapher from the
country inquired into all the vagaries
of the coat. Then she asked Mr.. Dress
goodies TO let her see IL. She examined
1t carefully aud then began to laugh.
"Let me take your pen-knife," she
said.
you're not going TO cut II, hope?"
said Mr.. Dressgoodes, fearfnlly.
"Let me take your knife" demanded
the pretty s%tenographer from the coun-
try.
Mr.. Dressgoodes gave her his knife
and she make 3 quick jab at the tail OF
the coat. Now try IT," she said, hand
ing 1t back.
Mr.. D~ressgoodess put the coat on and
walked few steps. IL hung gracefully
from his shoulder and the tails did not
bind or flop a particle.
"What on earthdld you do ?" he ask
ed Anarchy.
"Why," she said simply. "those tails
were held togetherbya bit Of thread
to keep It IN shapswhen IL was packed,
suppose. 1 cut that thread"
"Well, I'll be-blowed!" said Mr..
Dress goodies, "and those chumps down
AZ the store don't know that"
The pretty stenographer from the
countr , blushed and said nothing.
Now the proper conclusion OF this
story ould be the marriage OF the
pretty tenographer from the country
and NJ ORES goodies. But nothing OF
the kind happened. Mr.. D~ressgo0des
| bought her q bunch of yellow chysan-
themums andlet It go at that, and She
was perfectly satisfied.-Bugdlo EI
press.