Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1895-03-21

s'Tom, I'll promise you never to men,
ton boomers again, but if 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 Grams
toms face came again, and he kissed
his wife
"That's a dear, good girl, Louise"
he said Il hated to refuse your re-
quest, but really 1 don't like the idea
of your wearing those things. And
now, if there is anything else you want
me to do for you, juss name it, and I'll
do it."
He went away, but returned il mo-
ment and called out:
ooh, Louise, I'm going to dinner at
the club tonight, and want you to
have my dress suit handy when l come
home. Good-by."
''Now, then" said Louise, as she
went upstairs, I'll see if can't make
Mr.. Tom change his opinion about
boomers. 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, Tom" Louise called, while he
was dressing, ''come down here: want
you to redeem your promise of this
morning. and do me a favor"
IT Il L, II h. 4
in minute, and I'll keep my promise.
He found his wife sitting on the floor
with a dress pattern in front of her, and
dress goods scattered all around.
''Well, what's all this?" he asked.
Are you making a rag carpet? What
is it you want me to do for you? If its
to clean up all this mess here l 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 rag carpet. I'm MAX
ing a bicycle dress, which must have
early tomorrow morning, and l want
you to let me drape the skirt on you SO
that it will hang all right"
But, Louise, he objected, Give got
to go out to that dinner at eight o'clock,
and it's now nearly seven. won't
have time. Let the dress go for to-
night"
Il can't let it go, for must have it to-
morrow morning. she insisted. you've
promised to do what I asked, and
now when 1 want you to do little
thing like this you refuse, and I think
it's real mean"
Mrs. Cranston stood up, holding
pattern in one hand and an unfinished
dress in the other, and looked as
though she were about to burst into
tears.
ooh, come now, Louise" he said, i'm
patiently. "Can't you see that your
request is trivial and unreasona bic, and
L 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.
I 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 impor-
lance 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 Grams
ton, throwing off his coat and standing
erect. Bring the thing here"
And SO the gown was nut 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
it with a critical eye, this is of the
greatest Importance to me, and [ know
you will help me out"
''Um!' 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 the minute hand there moved
with the same railroad speed, and it
was 7:30 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" he asked, with
forced calmness
mot the slightest" she replied in a