The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-03-16

mentx Fret. DO not rise too carly. Break
fast In bed on cup OF coffee, roll. perhaps o
little fruit, and plan your toilets for the day."
Upwen: Mary's eyebrows and sar-
castle smile played about her mouth.
Three children to send to school at
nine o'clock, and breakfast to get be-
fore that! CHANGING up, Mr.. Fenton
caught the smile.
Naturally" he interrupted himself,
every woman cannot follow this plan
exactly. but the general outline is
good. You'll see."
directions, for the bath with bran bags,
almond meal and orris root, the pedi-
curing, the manicuring, the elaborate
brushing of hair and teeth, the gym
nastics for the developing of the figure,
the careful examination of each ar
ticle of clothing to see if a single
stitch be wanting, the hundreds of lit
tie details which 1t takes so few
minutes to write down, so many to
carry out AS he went on, Mary's
natural sense of fun came to her res
cue, and, beginning to appreciate the
absurdity of the situation, she held
her peace, adding up rs they were
mentioned in turn the twenty minutes
for this, the thirty minutes for that,
and her husband drew long breath at
the end of the evolution of a lovely
creature immaculate from top to toe.
1T seems to me-" observed she, de-
murely, ''as If cleanliness were getting
ahead Of godliness nowadays. Well, it
must be delightful to go through such
thorough process, and yet four hours
seems long time to devote to dressing
every morning"
"Four hours" cried Mr.. Fenton,
taken by surprise. "My dear, you
must be mistaken. Why, the half
hour for the bath is the longest item
in the lot"
''Many miclSle makes muckle,
papa, dear rejoincd Mary, earnestly.
do you think there is ever n morning
in the whole years round when could
take four hours for the adjoining of my
own person? Where would your break
fast be, and the children, and the or
ders to the butcher and the grocer?
James, what are you going to do to-
morrow" she suddenly asked, and
dimple appeared in her cheek, which
made her look quite young again.
Tomorrow" he repeated mechan-
ically.
YES; at the office, you know. Any
thing especial?"
''Why, no. l have dozen bills to
collect for Mr.. Snow; that's all. Why?"
Because want to try little ex-
nj IL ;.rt.,
fact, it's as old as the hills. Promise
me you will do it."
If it is within reason" stipulated
Mr.. Fenton. His wife had not changed
SO much, after ALL If she had out
grown her neatness, the old vivacity
was still alive IN her.
"Oh, yes. This is what want you
to do. Change places with me for one
day. Let me go and collect the bills
for Mr.. Snow. l warrant you that l
will get every cent that is due him, and
you stay at home as housekeeper, cook,
nurse and general factotum."
"What perfect nonsensew growled
the gentleman, taking up his paper
again. II should think you were a
schoolgirl of sixteen. You know that's
impossible
But it was not impossible, and Mrs.
Fenton proved it, If not to her spouses
satisfaction, at least to his conviction.
She had recourse to all her forsaken
arts of coaxing and wheedling, and at
last, quite worn out with arguing
and shutting. he had to give in, and
agreed to make a fool of himself on the
morrow. The victor went up to bed
triumphant, pausing in the nursery to
leave the big mending basket and to
lean lovingly for moment over the
bed where her twin boys lay sleeping
sturdy lads of nine. In the next room
she drew aside little Mabels curls and
length, with a deep sigh, she found
herself standing before her dressing
table, taking down the coils Of her
hair. Many II silver thread had stolen
into the bright brown ripples, but they
still fell to her waist as abundant as
ever, and against the girlish back
ground her face seemed to lose some of
its lines of care. Was it true that she
had been growing careless of her own
appearance? Like a fash there ran
across her mind those words about Mrs.
Van Dusen, and, staring earnestly at
the glass, she felt thrill of simple
pride in its assurance that, with such
clothes as adorned that lady, they
would be more on par in good looks
than u casual observer would imagine.
Then she thought of her husband and
the experiment that was to be tried
and, laughing softly to herself, she
turned out the gas and got into bed,
hearing that unfortunate man in the
cellar below, muttering like the ghost
of Hamlet's father as he put coal on the
furnace. fire.
The memory of the following day is
even now hideous nightmare to James
Fenton. Never had the Office where he
kept books for peppery and unrea-
sonable coal merchant involved him in
so many trying situations. His wife,
true to the arrangement, had presented
herself at breakfast arrayed in her
walking dress, and offered to make sug-
gestions about curling Mabers hair,
tying on her pinafore and mending a
mitten brought to her just as the one