Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1899-09-27
anathemas on the extravaganza of the

anathemas on the extravaganza of the
age.
How he ca me to select Blessington
street as the especial downtown route
for that particular day he never knew,
but select it he did. And in front of
an establishment which was half con-
cealed by grove of dresses swinging
from above, rs if half dofen ladies
had committed suicide by wholesale,
lie espied the following placard:
BARGAINS in Ball-dresses. Inquire
Within.''
sBy Jover' said Mr.. Peveril, star:
ing up at the futtering fousces and
the empty sleeves, which seemed to
beckon at every gust of wind, II never
thought of that!'
The next instant he felt himself
taken insinuatingly by the arm and
hurried into the store, with perBua-
siye voice in his ear, begging to show
in what way they could possibly serve
him.
'.Got any white silk ball dresses?"'
demanded Mr.. Peveril.
How fortunate it was protested Miss
Naomi Isaacs (who was exactly like
her mother, only size smaller), that
they had just received an invoice of
that very article from Paris!
"They must be gros-grain" added
Mr.. Peveril, remembering his ipstruc.
tions.
"Gros- grain is the exact materiall'
cried Miss Naomi, with clasped hands
and uplifted eyes.
And she brought out a white silk
dress, trimmed with cheap Spanish
blonde, and smelling rather strong OF
benzine.
''That's the article" said Mr..
Peveril, his face glowing with satisfac-
ton. "Almost exactly like the last
one she had. WHAT'S the price of that
dress?"
Miss Naomi, after referring to the
books of the establishment, answered
that the dress was dirt cheap at
seventy-five dollars.
'.Seventy-fve dollars" repeated
Mr.. Peveril. "Isn't that rather steep,
now, for secondhand dress2"
"But look at the MATERIAL" smiled
Miss Naomi Isaacs. "And then, you
know, sir, the dress is all made and
trimmed so exquisitely. You have no
dressmaker's bill of thirty or forty
dollars to pay!"
That's very true, "said Mr.. Peyc il.
Gin hard times one must econcmize. ="
So he. paid down the seventy-fve
dollars, and walked out of the store
with the bargain, neatly folded in
a monster paste-board box, under his
arm.
And all. the day he smiled mysteri-
ously to himself whenever he thought
of the agreeable surprise which he
hadein store for Mrs. Peveril that
night.
'Well, darling" said he, as he came
into his wite's sitting-room-boudoir,
she called it.
"Well," She answered, with re-
sponsive smile.
'pve got it!'
SCOT what?''
"The white silk gown" hinging the
box toward her. ''Just from Paris.
All made and trimmed, and ready to
put on!''
ooh, you darling!" cried Mrs.
Peveril, effusively, as she jumped up
and kissed her liege lord on each side
OF his countenance, and then in the
middle.
= And then she cut the string with
her scissors, and opened the paste
board box, expecting to behold some
marvel of Worth's or exquisite crea-
tion of Madam Elise's.
"Oh, my goodness gracious!" said
Mrs. Pereril, recoiiing.
"What is it, my dear?" questioned
Mr.. Peveril.
!"Take it awayp said Mrs. Peyeril.
"What for?" said Mr.. Peyeril.. :"
'Itss, the same one!" sobbed the
lady-'twith the grease-spots taken
''out by nasty benzine, and a few yards
of cotton blonde basted across the
front. Horace Peveril, where did you
get it?"
cat Madam Isaacs' on Blessington
street, said Mr.. Pereril, beginning to
realize that there was some terrible
mistake somewhere. 'And I gave
sevsnty-fve dollars for it. %
"Seventy-five dollars!' shrieked
Mrs. Peveril "And I sold it to her,
yesterday, for ten. -
And then Mr.. Peveril went into
Mysteries in good earnest.
Mr.. Pereril went down to the dry
goods emporium, the next day, and
ordered twenty-four yards of the four
dollar silk and Mrs. Peveril eco
nomizes no more i'll the cast-off- dress
direction. And both of them are par
ticularly snxious to avoid the subject.
because, says Mrs. Peveril, "I
was such a goose!"
"And / was the biggest fool in New
-Yorsl!" says her husband. Saturday
Night.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.