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He went away, but returned in mo-
ment and called out:
ooh, Louise, I'm going to dinner
at the club tonight, and I want you to
have my dress suit handy when I come
home. Goodby.'
"Now, then," said Louise as she
went up stairs, "I'll see if can It make
Mr. Tom change his opinion about
boomers. That promise of his was the
very thing I wanted"
The hour longed for by both came at
last. Tom entered the house and rushed
to his room to put on his dress suit.
ooh, Tom" Louise called while he
was dressing. Come down here.
want you to redeem your promise of
this morning and do me favor"
"All right!S he called. "I'll be down
in a minute, and I'll keep my promise :"
He found his wife sitting on the floor
with dress pattern in front of her and
dress goods scattered all around.
"Well, what's all this?" he asked.
"Are you making rag carpet? What
is it you want me to do for you? If it's
to clean up all this mess here, I shall
refuse, for I have some work to do next
week."
"No," she said, laughing, IT dom
want you to clean up the mess, and Pm
not making rag carpet. I'm making
a bicycle dress, which I must have early
tomorrow morning, and want you to
let me drape the skirt Oh you so that it
will hang all right"
"But, LOUISE he objected, GIVE
got to go out to that dinner at O'Clock,
and it's now nearly 7. won't have
time Let the dress go for tonight"
II can't let it 60, for must have it
tomorrow morning." she insisted.
"You've promised to do what I asked,
and now when I want you to do a little
thing like this you refuse, and I think
it's real mean.
Mrs Cranston stood up, holding a
pattern in one hand and an unfinished
dress in the other, and looked as though
she were about to burst into tears.
"Oh, come now, Louise, he urged
impatiently. Cant you see that your
request is trivial and unreasonable, and
I must 60 to that dinner?"
The tears that had seemingly been
held back with such an effort now be-
came visible and rolled down her cheeks.
II think it's mean," she sobbed.
"You promised to do anything wanted
you to, and now you won't keep your
word. I've cut up my other dress, and
the bicycle party is Of just as much i'm
portance as your old dinner"
Mr.. Cranston looked grave He did not
want to lose that dinner, and he didn t
want to break his promise.
"How long will this fitting business
last?" he questioned after several mo-
ments' silence, broken only by the sob
bling of his wife.
"About half an hour" she replied,
frightening up little.
"Well, then, hurry up" said Mr..
Cranston, throwing off his coat and
standing erect. "Bring the thing here. :"
And, SO the gown was put on Mr..
Cranston, and Louise dropped on one
knee and began pinning the draperies
in hurried manner.
"You see, Tom," she said as she
tucked up the first fold and surveyed il
with critical eye, "this is of the
greatest Importance to me, and I know
you will help me out"
Gum, was the only answer her hus.
band made. He was looking straight at
the clock and wondering how it was
that the minute hand was moving SO
fast. He thought that the clock must be
out Of order. He pulled out his watch
and saw that the minute hand there
moved with the same railroad speed,
and it was 1880 o'clock.
"Are you anywhere near through" he
asked impatiently.
She shook her head and turned her
attention to the dress. Tom fumed as
he noticed that it was now 7:45. "Have
you any idea how soon you will DO
through" he asked, with forced calm.
ness
'Not the slightest, she replied in a
voice that was either muffled with pins
or laughter, Tom couldn't tell which,
for she was STOPPING and studying the
hem Of the dress.
At that moment the door opened, and
Mr. Kynaston, the husband of Mrs
Cranston's bloomer wearing friend,
threw open the door and stood gazing
in open mouthed establishment
"Why, Tom," he said when he re-
covered himself, II thought you were
going to call for me if you left down
town first? You know you told mo SO
and said if I got ready first was to
come here and walk right in. Are you
going to the dinner?'
'This will be all over the exchange
tomorrow, groaned Tom inwardly.
eyes, Pm going to the dinner if Louise
ever gets through with this miserable
skirt" he added aloud.
"Oh, nonsense. Why don't she wear
boomers? Come on. We are late al
ready" said his friend.
LOUISE" whispered Cranston, "if
you'll call my promise off, you may
have the boomers or anything else you
want.
ooh, you dear good bcy!' cried Lou.
Use, with we'll feigned surprise. go to
your dinner. Now hurry, or you'll be
late'
Then Tom, after kissing her goodby,
rushed off to the club.
Louise put on her bonnet and went to
Mrs. Kynaston's house.
''Katie," she cried as her friend vel.
coined her at the door, "I'm to have
boomers
And then she told the story Of the
manner in which her husband had been
induced to change his mind.
And she said in conclusion, II