The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1904-04-13

goods" / proposed. carried ava. by
the excitement of the moment
IL have" responded Persis. "When
do you think they'll get here?'
Oh. dear! 1t was the samples all
over again. And when finally the
much-badgered express agent produced
the package lie banged it down as
though to say: THANK heaven!
Persis proudly bore it to the tailor's,
and started forthwith the continuous
comedy of "Persis and the Tailor" and
the continuous tragedy of "Persis and
l."
May be was unreasonable. l had
had Persls year and a half all TO my.
self. and may be it was selfish in me to
begrudge her to the. tailor. Neverthe.
less, about that tailor's operations was
n systematic singleness of purpose that
ground upon Inc nightly.
never could get ahead of him. AL
though I telephoned lever so unexpect.
edly, | thought. to all save myself and
broached to Persis Il drive right away,
she always answered sweetly, but an.
noyed:
That would be lovely, dear-but I
have to go to the tailor's.'
Or else she already was there, and |
rang her up in vain.
That tailor seemed to know!
When | arrived for lunch and found
no Persls. twas a foregone conclusion
,,-ha ha I hnp
breathless information when later she
came hurrying in that the tailor had
kept her"
The tailor cut into our evenings. for
Persis went early to bed. and | sat
melancholy and alone.
"Oh, it's such job to be fitted!'
| complained Persis, yet I could see that
she was clarifying in the program.
II shall be so glad when I'm done
| with the tailor protested Persis; yet
not for worlds would she have cur.
| tailed his attentions.
Persis was an angel but she also was
a woman.
| Did she grow impatient with the tail.
, or because he kept her waiting, he
/ dwelt upon the exquisite success that
/ he was enabled to make of the suit
owing solely to her peculiarly artistic
proportions-and she went away in.
| spired.
ITS going to be a dream she as
sured me, radiant "The style is the
directoire, and l look stunning! He
says that not many women can wear
the directories"
when is it to be finished?" I in
quired.
Tomorrow" answered Perss
They'll send it up in the morning
I've had my last fitting. Oh, Dick, it's
dream"'
"Persis,' I addressed her rs moder'
| ately as | could under the stress of the
| great news. II am glad. | have calcu
lated" and | pulled out my memoran
dun book. that. including to-day's
trip. you have made eighteen visits tC
the tailor averaging a mile and halt
each, horizontally. and about sixty
feet, vertically. That is to say, yOui
trips laid end to end. would reach from
here twenty-seven miles into the coun
try. and up into the air almost quar-
ter of mile. You have been with thu
tailor thirty-siX hours and thinking o
him two weeks, and it's time you gave
your husband another inning. Wei
come back. darling"
| -
"How do you like it, bubbled Per
sis, meeting me at the door the sue
ceeding noon.
l gazed at the trim. RUSTY, stated.
little figure, whose eyes and smile ant
bushes We're of old, but whose garl
was new acquaintance.
How do you like it:' laughed Per
sis. strutting like pouter pigeon.
Il do"' declared.
Doesn't it fit, thought" exulted Per
sis. turning for me TO see.
ut certainly does-at last" | ad
mitted. Have you come to stay?'
MY! But the women will be greel
with envy!' said Persis
$50 will the men" said T.-Edwin J.
Sabin, in What-to-Eat.