Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-02-24
as hearty as sent the old one eighteen

as hearty as I sent the old one eighteen
years
You shall never want for a fresh
one again every year long as live, un-
less you take
If you want the old one back again
and me along with it,
The newest models of cape and
cloaks seen in Paris have the fronts
curying from the throat to the back,
instead of falling straight, and making
right angle with the lower edge. The
curve is not accentuated to the degree
where the back would be much longer
than the sides. The style is pretty
and will be much in evidence for early
spring.
Straps of braid terminate ON many
costumes with the addition of tiny
buckles or fancy buttons, and tailor
vests fasten with the latter trimming.
The necessary button is small, but the
one for ornament only is rather large.
In these, as in gimps and buckles, cut
steel, jet and jewelled designs out
number all others.
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qualities will be in demand another
season. Chiffons, gauzes, nets, Liberty
silk and mousselines in endless variety
of coloring will soon be seen in the
stores, and for evening wear will prove
both satisfactory and stylish.
Black net, the simpler laces and all
the black gauzes and tulles are worn
by debutantes, but sequins or frills Of
plated mousseline are considered in
better taste for trimming than the Jet
and steel embroidery employed in the
trimming of these gowns for older
persons.
One of the lowest things that even
a very depraved and unprincipled per-
son ever did is to collect torn scraps
from anybody's waste basket and to
read them. To print them or otherwise
make them public is thing really too
contemplate to contemplate in ordin-
airy circumstances. But this case, il
intelligently considered, seems some
what exceptional, and perhaps it is
well to do SO, for, be it borne in mind,
all these scraps, without exception,
and few others too sacred to pro-
duce even here, are the things that Eli
Taylor, postmaster, did not send to his
old sweetheart, Jemima Martha Spra-
que.
Miss Jemima always burned her
scraps, and so, even were it well to
condescend to seeking similar negative
testimony from her concerning her
laboriously- written reply, it WOULD
have been quite impossible. Certain
it is, however, that she posted note
on the following day, and that a good
many interesting things happened in
quick succession after this. And then?
There was a little, quiet, middle
aged wedding in the church on Easter
Sunday 1t was the old lovers idea
to have it then, as he said their hap
piness was a resurrection from the
dead, and belonged to the Easter sea-
son, and there was no one to object.
Miss Jemima showed her new valen-
tine to the family before the wedding
came off, but in spite of all their coax
ing and begging, she observed a rigid
reticence in regard to all those that
had come between that and the old
one; and so, seeing the last one actll-
ally in evidence, and rejoicing in her
happiness, they would only smile and
whisper that they supposed he and she
had been "quar'lin' it out on them val
entineS."
The old man, Eli, in spite of his
indomitable pride, had come out of his
long silence with all due modesty.
blaming himself for many things.
II amt fitten for you, Jemimy, honey,
no mon I was eighteen years ago" he
said, his arm timidly locking her chair
the night before the wedding, but eff
you keered enough about me to warm
over the little valentine I sen you nigh
twenty years ago. and to make out to
live on it, reckon I can keep you
supplied with jest ez good ez tibet
fresh every day an hour. But befo'
take you into church I want to call
yo' attention to the fac tibet I'm a
criminal li'ble to the States prison for
openin' yo' mail-an' if you say SO
why, Til hat to CO."
"Well, Eli,' Miss Jemima answered
quite seriously, "ef you're ible to
States prison for what yo.l have done,
l don't know but am worthy to go to
a hotter place--for the deceit I've
practiced."
"Well," said Eli, II reckon eff the
truth was told, the place where we jest
nachelly both b'long is the insane asy-
lum-for the ejiots we've acted. When
reflect that might "a been ez happy
ez am now eighteen years ago, an
think about all the time we've lost
Well How comes it that Easter
comes 80 late this year, anyhow?
Out sf the Jaws of Death.