The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-02-20

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are being resurrected from old trunks
and chests by the lucky owners oi
such ancestral inery. and with only
slight alterations viii grace many oi
the seasons teas and receptions
Taneta silk ancestral fnery. !
dropped disioiniedly from Mrs. vim
ing's lips as she laid down the paper.
why. there is Aunt Tabitha's we'd
ding gownr'
That wedding g0wni If ever there
was little illustration of the proverb,
Every dog has his day it was thar
ancient garment A dozen times every
year for twenty years IL had been dug
out from the pondeOus Noah's Ark
OF trunk for examination and final
rejection
It had been suggested as q bah dress,
as a tea-gown, as lining for an opera
wrap, as almost every article Of fem
mime apparel It had been handled.
literally and lguratively. until Il was
a wonder that rag Of The original
fabric remained. In fact. II suppose
I must get along with Aunt Tablthas
wedding gown" had come to be the
Vlning family expression for II must
give mp getting anything new" whilo
that heirloom Itself was regarded rs
symbol Of remuneration.
Yes. the girls certainly would laugh
when they heard that at last the de
spised gown was in style and that
their mother was to wear IL at the
Avery reunioni AT least that was
what Mrs. Nining had thought as she
folded her paper and started upstairs.
It was not until she lad been kneel.
ing for some ten minutes beside The
Noah's Ark trunk ia The little attic
storeroom that the guilty fear already
referred to seized her Suppose the
girls should want the taffeta them.
selves? To be sure she had only the
day before given them money for
gown apiece: but those were to BE-
evening affairs Of filmy chiffon and
lace Wouldn't Ellen. the el0est. ask
for the tadeta when she knew that
taffetas were "lnw
AT the thought Mrs Ninlng suddenly |
rose with the precious silk pressed to
her breast, her pink cheeks piDker and /
her bright eyes brighter than ever
was their wont. "Its minc-mineg
she whispered, Il can't give il up. I
do so want a gown that's pretty and
in style just this oncer' Then. hear
ing a sound of girlish laughter below
she thrust The rustling folds into the
remotest corner Of the big trunk.
lowered the lid and crept down-stairs
rs cautiously as is she had been a
househreaker
"I'll take Ii to my room and begin
on it this very afternoon" she thought
But that afternoon proved an nn.
busy one even for this busy
woman. First. neighhor called
moment for a fancy-work pattern. and
stayed an hour Then the girls brought
IN mounds Of samples from which
mother must help them select their
new gowns and later Ia the day an
important committee meeting Of her
sewing society drew Mrs yining away
70 The church yestry, there to discuss
ways and means Of providing the
heathen with the garb OF civilization.
All the time that gray taffeta silk
with the pink rosebuds existed as an
background against which
were outlined all the events Of the day.
Even the girls gowns aroused only
q half-hearted attention AT the COM
mittee meeting she barely escaped
forever losing caste with her fellow
rommlt lttee- women by voting that so
many yards Of taffeta silk with pink
figures he bought Tor garments for the
heathcn instead Of the unbleached
muslin commonly appropriated for that
purpose.
And at the neighborhood soclah.e
hat evening Mrs vinlng was present
IN body only. Even when talking with
he rector. or looking over a photo
graph album with the doctors wife.
She was. In fancy. walking up and
iown the old entrance han Of The
Avery homestead. arm in arm with her :
'ayorife cousin. OF she was sitting at
he head Of the long dinner-table IN
DE dear old paneiied dining or
'eadins a poem TO a hushed audience !
q the red drawing -room-and always ,
he was clad in a rustling gray gown
lotted with tiny pink rosebuds. made /
n IN the latest style 4
Perhaps II was because Of the en-
'roachment Of these waking visions
Ipon Mrs. Fining's usual hours OF
.iumber that she for once oversight the 7
lexi morning. AT any rate. It was long {
Ifier nine when she finished her soll- (
ary breakfast. crept I'D 10 ihe attic {
foreroom and threw back the lid Of I
be Noah's Ark trunk
! hope I didn't muss il. putting II 4
.way in sucl a hurry She said. feel O
ns down into one corner. Then. a no ,
acut later "Wny. It can't he iroe- d
.es il is-ihe gown isn't thcre~ BE. d
ond q doubt Il was genet {
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