The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1895-05-25

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sat down for moments rest, seeing
spare quarter of an hour before it
was time to lay the table for supper, a
loud outcry arose below stairs, and
the twins appeared bearing poor lit.
tie Mabel between them, a damp,
doleful object, covered from head to
foot with mud. The children talked
all together, and at the top OF their
lungs, trying to explain how Harry
had playfully poked his sister, and how
she had lost her balance and had fall
en- headforemost into the gutter, 'in
the very gutterest place, papa," and
the poor man tore his few remaining
locks as he bore his daughter off to
the bathroom for complete change
Of clothes, involving the intricacies of
| buttons, strings and pins all over
again.
| At $50 Mrs. Fenton returned. A
day spent principally in the open air
had proved a veritable tonic, and she
was a pleasant sight to see, with
becoming color in her cheeks and eyes
unwontedly bright, as she tripped up
stairs lightly, in spite Of her 40 years; !;
bursting into the nursery in such a
hustle and stir of good spirits that it
grated upon the nerves of her husband
PROSTATE upon the sofa after the ex-
| hauSting programme of housekeeping.
The fun died out Of her voice, though
not from her glance, as she bent over
him, saying softly: "Poor, dear James!
Still in your morning dress What does
this mean? 1 am afraid you are getting
into untidy ways"
Mr.. Fenton groaned by way of reply.
"Mary," he murmured, feebly, after
a moment. "Will you accept an hum
bled mans apology? never dreamed
before what never-ending round Of
work a woman's life could be. I'm a
perfect wreck-but speak for myself.
You will never hear another word of
criticism from me if you look like Il
rag bag"
Mary dropped kiss on his fevered
brow. It was the seal of forgiveness.
a quick look about the room showed
her it's disorder, but she kept her
amusement to herself.
II have had a busy day, too," she
pursued, brightly, taking off her bon
net. "First, your bills. The people
were so astonished when a woman
walked in to collect that they handed
over the money without word, and
before 11o'clock my pocketbook was
full. That was the end of my duty
Business is rather amusing, James,
think, and not too exciting, for it left
me good many hours, you see before
it was time to come home, so l went to
Cousin Lizzie's.'
James gave a start. Cousin Lizzie
was a butterfly Of fashion, for whom
| A Jo,. 20 4or To-,
of scOrn.
"Yes, Cousin Lizzie. And I said,
| 'Lizzie, | am not well dressed That's
no news, said Lizzie. No, but T want
to be- says I. That's good news
says Lizzie. Put on your things
says I, and take me to your tailor
So she did, and I've ordered very
smart gown, my dear, which is quite
equal to anything of any neighbors,
a new bonnet and 4 cape, gloves and
boots and so on. And have had some
cOrsets home from Mrs. Van Dusens
own woman. You shall never have
occasion to complain of me again.
James. 'Well-groomed.' I thank thee,
jim, for teaching me that word"
AS she went into the closet to put
away her wraps, she stole a glance at
her husband. 1t found him in a state
of collapse, and in the remote depths
OF that closet she broke into a little
furry of laughter only to be heard by
the moth balls among the furs.
Just then the supper bell tinkled
Come" called Mrs. Fenton, gayly,
pulling her husband upefrom the sofa
They went and by tacit consent the
days doings dropped out of conversa-
ton.
James Fenton slept the sleep of a
penltent sinner that night and the
morrow restored the old regime But
the seed sown had dropped into good
ground and the next Sunday morning
the head of the housekeeping depart
ment was mysteriously long over her
toilet. When she emerged at length
she was a vision of gored skirt, huge
sleeves, smart cape, Wide-bowed bon
net, new boots and gloves Her hair
shonc like satin, and as for her figure
it was as trim and trig as a fashion
plate. Mr. Fenton opened his mouth
and shut it again. He was dumb.
But the children shrieked with delight
and piroutted around the dazzling ap-
partition and curiosity.
l say isn't mamma a daisy?' cried
Tommy, tossing his hat in the air.
Mabel crect timidly up fingered the
folds of the faring skirt, and look
ing up into her mothers vivid face,
she said hcsitatingly:
Are you pretty, mamma?''
mo, dear,' answered Mary Fenton,
demurely, but I am well-groomed and
| possess Il very great CHARM
There was a small pile of bills on
Mr.. Fenton's desk the first of the
month. He counted up the total with
a sigh, made out check and wrote to
the fishing club that he could not take
the trip with them after all. Then he
went around to the Office of the Even
ing Comet and stopped his subscrip-
ton to that unfortunate newspaper
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