The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-04-13
more. I'm tired of it, and | wont hear it

vile called nm back and said:
tom, I'll promise never to mention
boomers again, but if you ever change
your mind about them please tell me,
for Pm really very anxious to wear
them"
The smile which for "a hours had been
absent from Tom Cranston's face came
again, and he kissed his wife.
"That'sa dear good girl, Louise" he
said. 81 hated to refuse your request
but really don't like the idea of your
wearing those things. And now if there is
anything else you want me to do for you
just name it, and I'll do it.
He went away, but returned in moment
and called out:
"Oh, Louise, Pm going to dinner at
the club tonight, and want you to have
my dress suit handy when | come home.
Goodby.
"Now, then. - said Louise as she went
up stairs, "I'll see if I can't make Mr..
Tom change his opinion about boomers.
! llab promise Ol MS was tne very lhiuS
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, Tomn' Louise called while he was
dressing. "Come down here. | want you
to redeem your promise of this morning
and do me favor"
Gan right' he called. "Pll be down
in 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 its to
"lean up all this mess here, | shall refuse
FOR have some work to do next week.
"No," she said, laughing, 81 don't want
you to clean up the mess, and I'm not
making a rag carpet Pm making a
bicycle dress which must have early to-
morrow morning, and | want you to let
ne drape the skirt on you so that it will
lang all right
But Louise he objected, 1--WE got to
% out to that dinner at 5 O'Clock, and 1t
low nearly :. | won't have time. Let
.he dress go for tonight"
~ can't let it 90 for | must have it to-
norow morning, y she insisted. "l ou've
Promised to do what | asked and now
when want you do a little thing like this
you refuse, and think it's real mean.
Mrs. Cranston stood up, holding a
,atten in one hand and an unfinished
lress in the other, and looked as though
he were about to hurst into sears
ooh, come now, Louise" he urged
impatiently. Can't you see that y'ur
equest is trivial and unreasonable, and |
must 90 to that dinner?''
The tears that had seemingly been held
Jack with such an effort now became
'isible and rolled down her cheeks.
81 think its mean" she sobbed. ''N on
Promised to do anything wanted you to
ind now you wont 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 to break his promise.
How long will this fitting business last?'
he questioned after several moments
silence, broken only by the sobbing of
his wife.
"About half an hour" she replied,
Frightening up little.
"Well, then, hurry up" said Mr..
Cranston, throwing off his coat and stand
ing erect. Bring the thing here"
And so the gown was put on Mr.. Grams
ton, and Louise dropped on one knee and
began pinning the dIaperies in a hurried
manner.
"You see, Tom she said as she tucked
up the first fold and surveyed it with a
critical eye, "this is of the greatest import
ance 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 40
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 be through"
be asked with forced calmness
'Not the slightest" she replied in voice
that was either mutfled with pins OF
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