The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-24

dressed woman among her friends"
"Does she have puffs on her sleeves
or her shoulders, and big ruffies, the
kind that stand out and give woman
such a magnificent air? Oh! I've seen
ladies that looked positively sub
lime in their big silky sleeves, and,
when the dresses are light, covered
with lovely lace: and you see them
gliding around in room full OF peo'
ple--oh! they look" and she paused,
with long convulsive sigh, "they look
like floating angels"
There was silence of profound ABB
sorption for a moment, when she re.
sumed:
maybe she stuffs her sleeves with
cotton wadding. Does she? That
gives striking effect"
Mrs Basset's fund of information was
not extensive, and her questioner was
in despair when she only maintained,
stolidly:
Eyes, she is, no doubt, considered to
be smartly-dressed woman"
~ wonder, now, if she ever wore q
Derby collar? Has she gloves and
shoes to match her dresses or to give
harmonious contrast?"
Mrs Basset had nothing further to
say, and, piling up the handkerchiefs,
went from the room, vouchsafing no
grain of comfort.
The day after they had seen the doc
tor drive away from the Whitcomh
home, Farmer Basset said.
81 can't stand this way of doing any
longer. If Whitcomb doesn't like it,
can walk back again across lots; but
I'm going over. 1t looks inhuman to
have an old neighbor back home again
and never go near him."
Mrs. Whitcomb learned of his de-
cision, and, with loosely flowing skirt
caught up in one hand and shading her
eyes from the sun with the other, she
tripped over the path that had long
been lost in over-growing grasses,
| through which the farmer had made
his way only few minutes before.
| She crossed wide porch at the back o1
the house, assembled a fight of narrow
uncarpeted stairs, and advanced on tip
toe down the hall toward room from
which she heard sounds as Of some
one moving She placed her oper
palm lightly against the door, which
was slightly ajar and stood listening
Farmer Basset It's deep tones were say
ing:
Don't you know who I am? You
haven forgotten that 10 Basset lives
in this neighbor hood, have you?"
Mrs. Whitcomb pushed the door eve,
so little and looked in. Her heart
sw elled up within her.
"Oh, my poor dear husband, how
thin h looks with that shade over his
eyes! If it wasn't for that horrid
woman, I'd go back home where l be-
long"
The accusing tears were streaming
down her face as she looked at the two
men in the dar kened room.
Farmer Basset had put his hand upor
the sick mans chair, and the latter haG
covered its brown breadth with botf
his white ones; his eyes were bandaget
from the light.
'You, old 10 Basset?" he said
eagerly. This is good of You. 4
farmer learns never to lose minute
sunshine, and yet you come into thi
dark hole! You're splendid fellow
Jo!"
'I'm powerfully glad to see you. Yo,
don't look bad, you know-just a littl
rest is all you need" and Basset pro
ceeded to shake his friends hant
| heartily. "You've forgotten our quar-
rel, then?"
''Our quarrel?" said the other. won
deringly. "What quarrel, Jo? Yo,
don't mean any of those quibbles w
were always having? l don't seem tt
remember" and he turned his unseein!
face upward inquirin gly.
"Oh, you've forgotten it! Now, tel
you I'm mighty glad of that. 1 nigh
have known it, seeing that you ar
married yourself. About my wife
don't you remember, old boy?"
"Your wife?" responded the other
and then beaming smile broke fort
upon his face! "Clara? OF course,
remember now. She was a fin
girl, and it did hurt me, sprin
chicken that I was, when you got i
ahead of me there. Forgotten it!' an
his laugh rang merrily in spite of hi
weakness ''Well, should say have
You ought to see Mrs. Whitcomb!
| WOuiu nave HeT mere now, DuU ulc uOC
tor insists on rest for me, and says Tn
in a perpetual delirium when Mrs. Viii
comb is by. It's hard medicine wors
than any in his bottles. Do you wor
der didn't remember our old quarrel
It's fun, though; I'm glad you reminde
me of it."
, Farmer Basset rubbed his hands
glee; nothing could have delighted hi
, more than seeing his friend in sue
!, spirits.
Mrs. Whitcomb stood without I'll
door, the very tears stopped upon hi
. face in the CONSERVATION of the m
, ment. Mrs. Basset, with her stra
., hat shaped like bent scoop-shovel al
its detected trimming, her rouu
!, basque with It's buttons down IL
: front, the skirt with it's bunch of full
: ness around the waist, the dull thic
!, shoes-this was the vision that rose
her mind. This was the woman ov,
whom she had been grieving! Wit
;, trembling step and downcast head 81
h made her way down the stairs, out in,
: the open air, and there held counc
a with her own follies and huniliatio
The next day she sat in the farmer
wagon, under the shade of his bi
' black umbrella, with her own silk or
by her side in its newest cover, and b
: hind them was her trunk. Mrs. Bass
u stood in the doorway. seeinf, the