Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1907-09-19

u"o"O ""S. settled the busi-
ness, but my memory still fingers fond
ly on that yellow vest. I wore n rutfled
shirt that it took my old colored man.
my whole day to iron and blue
necktie that made the little stars twin
kle. it was so brilliant. All. my little girl,
you can't imagine what swell your
daddy was when he was youngster.
Did ever tell you about the time l
had getting my bridal suit? l don't
believe l ever did and this is most
appropriate time to reveal to you che
Of the dark chapters Of my life
There was only one tailor in our
town, and he wasn't much of a tailor
Besides. he had habit of looking on
the wine. or Its Missouri equivalent,
when 1t was most inconvenient for his
customers. His name was Johnson, but
1t wasn't Andy. He resembled Andy
in his affection for certain brands of
corn juice, but that was as far as the
likeness went. Well, had given John
son pretty free range and coolies of
time i'll the matter of my outfit. and
made it a point to call on him every
day and give him mild lecture on the
evils of intemperance, particularly
when wedding clothes We're involved.
l held him up pretty we'll and he was
getting along fine with the job until
the day before the great one. when an
old pal Of his from Kentucky blew into
town. Then Johnson fell. and 50 did
my hopes. | was going home that
night, with my feet in the tall grass
and my head up in the solar system
somewhere, as happy as honeybee in
June. when | met the tailor and the
Kentuckian coming up the road. They
We're arm in arm. and the Appian way
wouldn't have been wide enough for
them to navigate without butting into
the fences. They were vainly endeav-
oring to sing 1--WE won't go home till
morning." and l knew Johnson well
enough to be satisfied that they
wouldn't. nor the next day either. I'M
less got move on myself. changed
my mind about going home. Instead |
rounded up my best man elect. and to-
gether we started out on the trail. We
found them still undecided as to wheth-
er the north or the south side Of the
road was the better for travelling, and
we persuaded them to keep In the mid
die Of it. 1t might shock you if told
you how we did it. but you must re-
member, my dear, that we were young
and hot booded and the situation war
ranted extreme measures. AT any rate.
we thought so, and we carried Johnson
home on the soft side of pine board
Lord, what heavy man he was! My
arms ache vet when think of it. We
left him to the willing and active min
istrations Of his wife, and before he
could get out of bed the next morning
we were with him again. Maybe we
didn't stay with him that day, and
maybe we didn't watch every stitch
that his nervous fingers put into that
suit! Two or three times he tried to
break loose, but every time we forced
him back to work. Even Mt that 1t was
dark and one sleeve Of my coat was
only basted in when I rushed frantical-
ly to nv room to dress. ! got to your
mothers home ten minutes late, and
all during the ceremony l was In NOR
tai terror of that coat sleeve pulling
out.
Handing Down Advice.
But that was q long time ago. sweet
heart. long time ago, and 1t doesn't
interest you much no doubt. because
your dear little head is so full of your
own happiness that your daddy's by
cones pass you by. like the summer
winds, unheard. Besides, that wasn't
what | intended to write to you about
when sat down at this PARKWAY desk.
There are q great many things l want
to say to you. I've learned heap, lit
tie girl, since I had that tussle with
Johnson forty years ago, and maybe
soige of the things I've learned may