Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-03-17

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IAIN. ny running down
~ ZHTiN\ help her aunt wit
lUNHY/M the boxes an
! al |kYLxM bundles she W,
XIgzM bringing up stairs.
| USN W "Don't talk,
| 1hMrxEN said Miss Jan,
| a<~i'~ 'Madame Spriger
q heimer will have th
most she can out of every bodv- an
when work was over she gave us eac
four bandboxes to leave as we cam
over in the morning. 1T will Gift 70
an early walk, she said; 'and you vi
see some roses in your cheeks by that
do it for your healts.' Old screw-sh
does it to save errand girls wages; and |
means getting up at five o'clock. Fo
we are not to be late-she conveyed tina
idea to us very plainly"
''Whata shame |" said Patty.
IL must say" said Miss Jane as sh,
put the bandboSes upon the table, "tha
l do not believe that there was ever
Paris bonnet lovelier than Mrs. Figgs's.
"Mrs. Figgs9" queried Patty.
"a retired grocer's young wife," sale
Miss Jane. "He's old himself. She,
nervous but beautiful. They say she
throws things at him and has Mysteries.
and then he forgives her and gives her
diamonds. She is very vain. She or
dered bonnet Just the color of her
eyes-blue, you know and madame
matched the silk to them. Well, it is
lovely! Take it out of the box, the
white one, and look at it,"
Patty obeyed, and went off into
"oh'sl" and 'ah'sw as the children do
over skyrockets on the Fourth of July.
81 made that" said Aunt jane. "If
ever get little money Ill start place
of my own and call myself Madmoiselle
Janette Smithette."
With this she carried the boxes into
the middle room, put them on the bed,
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snut tne uoor, ana the Swv saJ 49, WI W
tea, which Patty had made ready. Rather
high tea, with eggs and bscon and
fried potatoes, for neither got home to
dinner. And while they ate and chatted
a knock came at the door, and in bounced
small boy, Ben Browns brother-Ben
was brakeman on the II. r. r.
"Why, Toni" cried Patty.
"Hullo!" said Tom. "Ben sent me
over to say he's off tonight, and is COM
ing to take you to the theatre-he's been
given some tickets"
"How nice," said Patty.
''Have some supper, Tom9" queried
Miss Smith.
"No'm," said Tom; "I've got to tell
Ben if she'll CO."
"Of course will" said Patty.
The boy was off. A moment after
Patty cried:
"Oh, have got to wear that old felt
turban"
"Lands!" exclaimed Aunt Jane, I've
been trying to get time to make you
hat, for two weeks. What shame
but you can cover it up with veil."
Patty pouted. Aunt Jane had no
bonnet to lend her, for she was in mourn
ing.
Invitations always came like that, she
thought.
''If I had pretty bonnet, Ben would
not have had the tickets"
She left Aunt Jane taking an extra
cup of tea, and went out into the middle
room to dress.
''If 1 could wear it tonight" she
thought, ~ conld put handkerchief on
my head under 1t, and it would not be
soiled. Perhaps Aunt Jane would say
'Yes!' No, she would not, know bet
ter that that. I've mind to do it.
can cover it with veil. She'll not open
the boxes to night; no one will ever find
it out. Oh, it does so become mel"
She dropped her own brown turban
into the box and put the cover op.
"What harm could it dot" she queried
of some invisible familiar.
At this instant the door dashed open
and she ducked below the head-board.
Her gray suit fitted well, and was quite
new-so were her gloves. Some one had
given her little bunch of blue flowers;
the water she had put them in had kept
them fresh. They looked well in her
belt. Oh, if she had not had to put on
that old brown felt turban!
Then it came into her mind to try on
Mrs. Figgs's blue bonnet.
'Blue as her eyes," she repeated, "or
mine, for the matter of thatP
And out of the bandbox it came. Aud
when it was perched on her fair hair
oh, well, words will not suffice to describe
the effect.
Miss Jane had come In and rushed out
again, and in mouent more she cried
out:
"Hurry UP, Pattyl" called Ben, 'swe're
none too earIy!"
And Patty covered the beautiful bon
net with her veil, and went into the
other room.
s'Tm saved one walk, said Miss Jane;
"Mrs. Figgs's maid came for her bonnst.
She went to madarne's first, and madame
sent her here. 1t seems Mrs. Figgs got
one of her nervous spells, and danced on
all her hats, and then burned them in
the CRATE, SO she had to have this at
once-I Just gave her the bandbox-
saved me a walk, says l."
"Oh, you didn't give it to heri" cried
Patty.
.'Why mott" cried Miss Jane.
ssIf had but known !" gasped Patty.