Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-01-24

JV1 Jaw 0ttA y4A AAAoJ WNot ot0tlt~
ing collars and mems waistcoats, but
you shall not wear trousers, even IL
bicycling does justify it in your
eyes"
Trousers" cried Louise, indlg-
nantly. "who said anything about
trousers? ] was talking about bloom
ers.
II know You were," said Mr.. Gran
ston, land please don't talk about
them any more. I'm tired of it, and
| won't hear it mentioned again.
The next morning when Mr.. Gram
ston put on his coat to start for his
Office his wife called him back and
said:
Tom, Til promise you never to
mention bloomers again, but IL you
ever change your mind about them,
please tell me, for I'm really very
anxious to wear them"
The smile which for twenty-four
hours had been absent from Tom
Cranton's face came again, and he
kissed his wife.
That's dear good girl, Louise"
he said. II hated to refuse your re-
quest, but really don't like the
idea OF your wearing those things.
And now IL there is anything else
you want me to do for you just name
it, and I'll do it 4"
He went away, but returned in a
moment and called OUT
"Oh, Louise, I'm going to din
ner at the club tonight, and l want
you to have my dress suit handy
when come home. Goodby."
Now, them" said Louise, as she
went upstairs, "I'll see il / can't
make Mr.. Tom change his opinion
about bloomers. That promise of
his was the very thing l 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.
''Oh, Toni" Louise called, while
he was dressing, come down here !;
/ want you to redeem your promise
OF this morning, and DO me favor, ="
"All right" 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? II it's to clean up all this
mess here shall refuse, for / have
some work to do next week. !"
NO." she said. laughing, Il don't
want you to clean up the mess and
Pm not making rag carpet. I'm
making bicycle dress, which l must
have early tomorrow morning, and
! want you to let me drape the skirt
on you so that it will hang all right.
But, Louise" he objected, I've
got to go out to that dinner at 8
o'clock. and it's now nearly 7. 1
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 asked,
and now when want you to do a
little thing like this you refuse, and
/ think it's real mean"
Mrs. Cranston stood up holding a
pattern in one hand and an unfin-
ished dress i'm the other, and looked
as though she were about to burst
into tears.
''Oh, come nov, Louise" he said.
impatiently. Cant you see that
your request is trivial and unreason-
able, and must go 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 l
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 Importance as your
old dinner"
Mr.. Cranston looked grave. He
did not want to lose that dinner and
he didn't want 10 break his promise.
"How long will this fitting bust
ness last?" he questioned after sew
eral moments silence, broken only
by the sobbing Of his wife.
about half an hour" she replied,
frightening up little.
well, then, hurry up" said
Cranston, throwing of his coat and
standing erect. Bring the thing
here" IS
And so the gown was put on Mr..
Cranston, and Louise dropped on one
knee and began pinning the draper
les in hurried manner.
"You see, Tom" she said, as she
tucked up the first fold and surveyed
it with critical eye, "this is of
the greatest Importance to me and /
know you will help me out"
"Um," was the only answer her
husband 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 80 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 he through?" he asked with q