The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-18

to do some nice thing for them. It is a
good deal easier to just say, "Oh, I'm
sorry" and then forget it all.
But Estelle did not forget, and all the
time she worked or played or studied
she was puzzling over it. She even
staid awake nights to think how to
make the suit she had decided to make
She could not help all of the "poor
things" but she would help one. Oh,
dear, if only she could sew better and
fasteri
After that she became very quiet and
was often so long in her cold bedroom
that her aunt called her, little guessing
the queer garments and queer sewing
going on up stairs, for Estelle had beg
ged an old cast off red flannel petticoat,
and every few hours as she worked she
would have to "try on" the suit, to
which purpose she coaxed favorite hen
into the barn, SO that no one knew Of
her dressmaking.
AT last the beautiful new suit was all
done, and little Estelle felt so proud and
glad she could scarcely keep quiet after
she had dressed the hen in the barn, let
her outdoors and run to the house, won
dering what they would say when they
saw her work-whether auntie would
then perhaps help her, for if she would,
with her sewing machine and being SO
used to sewing, why, in few days,
Estelle thought, all the "poor things"
would have red flannel suits.
1t was just about the time when
Farmer Woodruff gave the chickens
their morning corn, and while he stood
there scattering it queer red object
hobbled up and began to eat A close
red cap covered the hens comb and was
tied under her beak.
A long wasted garment of red fan
mel covered her from neck to tail feath-
ers, while her wings were drawn down
through wing holes ON each side, and
her legs were incased in boomers of the
same, as well as pair of stockings to
match. When this strange red creature
came into the hungry crowd, there was
a real sensation. The farmer and the
hired man laughed until they cried.
Aunt Louise and the hired girl laughed
until they gasped for breath.
And the other chickens-not one
paused to see what would happen, bat
all ran wildly, cackling and squawking,
running over each other in their haste
until, fer off in safety, they gathered,
all talking at once.
Somehow the hen seemed Disconnected
and to have no appetite, though all
alone with so much corn.
She stumbled along, more awkward
than young girl in long dress. She
shook her head, twisting vainly, trying
to undo the cap. She lifted her feet and
shook them and pecked at the bloomers.
No use. She cackled awhile; then,
seeking comfort among her friends, she
commenced making her staggering way
to them. but when she drew near they
all fed, screaming with fright. She
stood there forlornly alone, continually
pecking at her unwsleome dress.
She did not prize her blessings. She
was too small Drained 10 see any good
in being ahead Of her times, leader IN
styles good but 700 startling.
After the hen had pinned for days 70.
fusing to eat, Rstelle took the hint and
tearfully removed her dress, utterly dis.
couraged.
But the foolish hen, She froso her
feet again. ofscurse, but what of that
She felt thst he vas Gin Style"
Are our boys and girls ever Ike tho
hen about thdr slothss9-S. Nsverls
IN Christian Work.