The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1901-06-21
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M, BUT your mornin' glorics do
Ei look nice, Miss Phemey! Wish
you'd save me some seed often that
white one 1t was Mrs. Ridley COM
ing up the walk.
Il viii, Mis- Ridley. Come in and
set down. There's pam leaf on the
lounge, an mebbe you'll take glass
of cool water. It's n scorchin' morn
ing" said Miss Phemey.
Il would like drink, thank you,' y
responded Mrs. Ridley. Seems like
when anybody's fat as l am, they just
get het up like coal stove My, that
tastes good. You got grand well,
Miss phemey."
The hostess smiled fattered smile,
but before hecould speak Mrs. Ridley
went on: Il brought over three of
Mr.. Eidley's vests, Miss Phemey, to get
you 10 mend 'em. He's busted 'em
ever one right down the back, FIR all
the world like seven-year locust, l
tell i'm, ant seems like 1 got no time
to fix 'em, with Emma May gittin'
married next week. We're just liyin'
in regular whirlwind, an sorry as
I'll lee to see Emma May go-not that
l don't like Charlie Foote, but you
know what mean-I cert'ney shall be
glad when all this fuss is over"
Il expect it is trying" sympathized
Miss Phemey. But Emma Mays al
ways been a good daughter, an she
deserves a fine weddin'."
'Tain't that / don't want her to
have it," said Mrs. Ridley, hastily.
But I'm just dog-tired this mornin'-
for the land sakes, it's half-past ten
O'Clock already; 1 got to go. You
bring them vests over when they're
done, Miss Phemey, an I'll pay you
FIR EN-. I'd send one o the boys over,
ticker an see her presents, SOIL be
KILN two birds with one stone" She
chuckled comfortably as she stepped
outside the door.
Miss Phemey looked after her de-
parting form with resentful stare.
"Ies." she muttered, ''she can get Miss
Maxwell to make Emma Mays weddin'
clothes, but I'm good enough to mend
up Jim Ridley's old vests. I'll charge
her Is cents apiece, see f 1 don't;
that'u be IS cents. Does seem good
bit to charge f'r mendin' three vests"
Emma May wants you to come per-
ticker to see her presents! 'Tain't
no hint; oh, no! Sally Ridley needn't
'a'troubled herself to say that. ] got
present for Emma May, an I'm going
to give it to her. I'd like to get even
10 -
Jest as if couldn't 'a'made Emma
Mays weddin' clos! They tell me
Miss Maxwell uses a chain-stitch ma
chine. / always did say chain-stitch
machines was made for the careless,
an l don't see no reason to change my
mind. Well, pom word, this vest amt
only busted, but frayed int the bar
gain Miss Phemey fell briskly to
sewing.
The next day, despite the threaten
ing rumble of a distant storm, Miss
Phcmey dressed in her best and start
ed toward the Ridleys, carefully car
rying two packages. She was gra-
ciously received by Emma May, a fat,
fair girl of pleasant mien and placid
disposition.
Il brought home them vests" ex-
planned Miss Phemey; land here,
Emma May, is little present L
brought for you. It'll be nice FIR your
dininG-room table, / thought" She
held out small white pasteboard
box. with an expression of the heap
ing-coals-of-fire kind.
Ma called Emma May, "come here;
Miss Phemey's brought me butter
knife! VISIT you'd look! That GER
t'ney is beautiful"
Its solid silver" said the donor,
proudly. my niece down to New
York got it for me-" She received the
thanks, delivered a trifle embarrassed
~, of mother and daughter, with po-
lite GOODNESS.
When the bride-elect invited her to
an inspection of the presents, Miss
Phemey looked them over and made
few comments. She turned the set of
silver spoons, presented by the
groom's parents" so that the plate
mark was visible, and she tapped the
globe of gaudy china lamp with the
remark that they were just two dol
lars and thirty-nine cents down to
Beedham's. When she had looked at
all, she said, cheerfully:
Now I want to see your clothes,
Emma May"
Mr.. and Mrs. Ridley exchanged
glances of annoyance, but the latter
led the way to the spare room, where,
on bed and chair, lay the creations of
Miss Maxwell, "City Modesto"
There was the white silk. wedding
dress, the tan travelling dress, some
odd waists, a black satin, stiff with
jet, and 'tea gown" No girl in a
country town marries without these
last indispensable garments; they
are the real backbone of the trous-
Seau.
Miss Phemey looked at the display,
felt the quality of the material, and
examined the despised chain-stitch-
ing, without a word. At last she
said, pleasantly conscious of paying
old scores:
IF l might persoom to criticise,
really do think it's a pity you got
your wedding dress made with a
p'inted overskirt. All the latest