The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-06-12

lndeed.it is said that many such gown
are being resurrected from old trunk
ana chests by the lucky owners O
such ancestral finery, and with onl
slight alterations will grace many O
| the seasons teas and receptions"
Taffeta silk ancestral finery,
| dropped diSjOintedly from Mrs Win
| ings lips as she laid down the paper
'Why, there is Aunt Tabitha's wed
ding gown
That wedding gown! If ever Tier,
| was little illustration of the proverb
| Every dog has his day it was tina
| ancient garment. A dozen times every
year for twenty years it had been dug
| out from the ponderOus NOah's Arb
| of trunk for examination and tina
| rejection
1t had been suggested as ball dress
as a a-gOwn, as n lining FOR an opera
wrap as almost every article of fem.
mine apparel. 1t had been handled
literally and figuratively until it was
wonder that Il rag of The original
fabric remained. In fact 81 suppose
l must get along with Aunt Tabitha's
wedding gown" had come to be the
Vining family expression for 81 must
give up getting anything new while
that heirloom itself was regarded as
symbol OF remuneration
Yes, the girls certainly would laugh
when they heard that Mt last the dc.
spised gown was in style and that
their mother was to wear it at tae
Avery reunion! AT least that was
what Mrs. Vining had thought as she
folded her paper and started upstairs.
1t was not until she had been kneel-
ing for some ten minutes beside the
NOHh's Ark trunk in the little attic
storeroom that the guilty iear 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 b..
evening affairs of tilmy chiffon and
lace. Wouldn't Ellen the cl0est ask
for the taffetn when she knew that
taffetaS We're ''n.''
At the thought Mrs Eining s,lddenlyf
rose with the precious silk pressed tot
her breast. her pink cheeks pipker and
her bright eyes brighter than ever
was their wont. Its mine-mine"
she whispered. Il cant give il up I
do so want II gown that's pretty AMI
in style Just this onccw Then. hear
ing sound Of @irlish laughter below.
she thrust the ruStlin" folds into the
remoteSt corner of the big trunk,
lowered the lid. and crept downstairs
aS cautiously as is she had been Il
iii take il to my room and begin
IN it this very afternoon" she thought
But that afternoon proved an I'M
usually busy one. even for this busy
woman. First. II ucighbor called IL
moment for Il fancywork 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 i'll the day an
important committee meeting of her
sewing society drew Mrs. Eining away
10 the church veStry, there to discuss
ways and means of providing the
ieathen 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 |
/ half-hearted attention At the com |
nittee meeting she barely escaped |
,orever losing caste with her fellow |
women by voting that so |
many yards of taffeta silk with pink |
iGures he bought FOR garments for the
leathen, instead of the unblea ched |
muslin commonly appropriated for that |
purpose.
And nj the neighborhood sociablc !
hat evening Mrs. Nining was present |
II body only Even when talking with |
he rector, or looking over Il photo |
sraph album with the doctors wife, |
'he was. in fancy, walking up and |
Town the old entrance nall of the
Avery homestead, arm in arm with ilrr
avorite cousin: or she was sitting at |
he head of the long dinner-table in
he dear old panelIed dining-room: or
eadinG poem to a hushed audience
n the red drawing -rOom-and always
he was clad in Il rustling gray gown
lotted with tiny pink rosebuds. made
lD in the latest style
Perhaps it was because of the en-
roachment of these waking visions
pom Mrs. Winnings usual hours of
lumber that she for once oversight the
ext morning. AT any rate, it was long
fter nine when she finished her soil
ary breakfast. crept up 10 the attic
toreroom and threw back the lid of !
he Noah's Ark trunk
Il hope I didn't muss it, putting it
way i'll such n hurry" she said, feel
lg down iuto one corner Then a mo.