The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1907-07-26

| neatneSS W1l sometimes supply the places
of skill but nothing will supply the plac,
of neatness Blasting the velvet evenly
on the wrong side of the coat at til
neck with very close stitches, SO that i
would not shove under the foot of tn,
machine, l stitched, pressed and turned
the velvet smoothly over the collar
giving three rows of basting; then turned
| the edge over that of the collar anC
basted again, finally herring bone stitched
the velvet to it with silk of the same
color and fine, even stitches. | worked
all the buttonholes over with heavy
twist and brushed my prize thoroughly
cleaning all spots with ammonia, alcoho
and an emulsion of CASTLE soap.
Iawaited Harold's return i'll the even
ing in state of excitement bordering
on mild frenzy, which l still remember
with pleasurable emotions. | know
nothing like it now that he can drive to his
tailor's and order new coat whenever he
feels inclined. There is a pleasure in
economy that the rich never know-un.
less they have once been poor.
After dinner Harold asked me to walk
with him. This was our usual custom
but he never omitted, in his sweet, love.
like way, to ask it as favor. For some
time we had not gone out except in the
evenings, when could wear my heavy
shawl, which kept out the cold but would
not have passed muster in the daylight
Hal went for his old coat, which he
could wear at night, and quite innocent
ly, in the dim light Of the hall, put on in
stead the one at which | had worked
all day. He fumbled for certain pocket
and then came into the light of the par,
lor, looking at the coat in bewildered
way. Then, with laugh, he called out;
II say, Beth, here's agood joke. George
Marston must have gone home with my
old coat last night and left this. wonder
he has not sent around for it"
l felt that the moment had come for
my denouement, and unfolded my story,
pointing out the improvements l had
made in his discarded coat. To my dis
may he began to take it off, looking a
little pale, and saying: II don't think
shall like to wear this coat, although
shall always love it for the sake of the
work these little fingers have put on it. y
Then seeing my look of disappointment
he FASTENED to kiss my hands, adding;
"Sit down and let me tell you its story
"1have never spoken to you of my very
wealthy but eccentric old uncle, who died
before our marriage. l was named after
the exception of nephew of his deceased
wife, who was dissipated, it was pretty
generally supposed that he had made me
his heir. A short time before his death he
asked me to comply with certain con-
ditions that restricted my PERSONAL---VERY.
which refused to do. TWAS, therefore,
with no surprise that on the opening OF
the will l found myself not mentioned in
it. 1t was dated six months before his
death, and it was the belief of his conf
Dental body servant that he had made
another, although it could not be found
A month before his death, my uncle had
driven to his lawyers, who was out oil
town; then had gone to another, whose
name and address the coachman had not
remembered. On his way home he was
seized with stroke of apoplexy, and
never spoke again. A few hours before
his death he seemed greatly distressed
and made them under stand by signs that
he wanted his overcoat brought to him
Whatever his purpose, his nerveless
fingers failed TO effect it. With a fna
effort he gasped my name, and upor
being asked if the coat should be given tC
me, he signed, Yes.
Ellis valet, with whom had Away:
been favorite in the days when | wa:
my uncles also, was still devoted to me
and after telling me this at the funeral
dispatched the coat to my address.
never opened the parcel; Beth, dear,
loved the old man and even in our dirt
distress cannot wear his coat"
Il see it all now, Harold" l gasped
81 cost you your uncle's millions"
and what would they have been worth
to me without you, sweet hearth" ant
| rTIl 4ooI, ,,,a -, he or,,,e o,J l,;eca,
the color back to my cheeks.
lust then remembered the documen
l had found in the pocket, and flying
| from the room returned with it, saying
breathlessly: "Maybe-maybe-I hav
brought them back again. Look at this
| found it in the pocket of the coat"
1t proved to be will executed on tn
very day of his uncle's seizure, leaving
every thing to "his beloved nephew an
namesake, Harold Rodgers" Strangel
enough the lawyer who drew the wi
had died before old Harold Rodgers, an
the clerk in his employ had gone elst
where Suffice to say that the will ha
survived all the perils and practices {
the probate court.
The moral of this story is not that
girl who has the domestic faculties larg
" developed is therefore certain to MARI
a poor man, but that every girl who c:
poets to become wife should know no
to mend a coat.
Father Took Sons Whipping.
The boy had misbehaved, as he ofte
| did, and his father called him to accoun