Watertown leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1909-1911, 1911-05-19

foundation OF the toilet was black
silk as stiff and rustling as any that
hung in the wardrobe of Mrs. Jack
son Page On the hill, and a genius
had fashioned it some bygone day
up in Warren county. 1t was cut
without stint of material, and hung
about the tall, dignifled figure of Miss
Selma Lue in bounteous folds; also
it was adorned with a multitude Of
small bands known as pipings It lay
gracefully on the floor 1T least foot
all around and was lifted in front BY
one of Miss Selma Lue's black-laco
nlittened hands A wide white-lace
collar encircled her neck and was
caught by faded hair-broccn But
Of all; it was wide and scooped, and
adorned by decorous black bow on
the outside, but in the front of the
funnel there rested, just above the
gray sprinkled water-waves, a rakish
red rose that repeated the note of ex-
element in her cheeks. She was
wonderful to behold was Miss Selma
Lue and too darling for words" as
Miss Cynthia told her with an impul-
sive squeeze
Where did you get it all, Miss
Selma Lue?" she questioned excitedly.
Lands alive, child, this is the
dress my mother had before the war.
amt wored it often, count Of not
having time, but l thought I ought
to put it on to compliment Mr.. Dobbs
for asking me ter go along with EN-,
You see, it's this-away. Mr.. Dobbs is
Jest the salt Of the earth fer kindness,
except cussing--but he amt never
perfessed and Joined the church So
when he asked Mary Ellen and me ter
go to this boatmeeting with him,
though it do seem q kinder queer
place to go to praise the Lord-a fiat
make out ter keep him company.
Mary Ellen was fer backing down
count of its being so hot to gear up
tight and she so easy overhet. but I
Prevailed on her. I want US all to
look nice ter git Mr. Dobbs in a
happy, conserving kinder mind When
| see a curl of religion sprouting up.
l think it's best ter kinder shine on it
pleasant-like, but not to take too much
notice until it roots good There they
come now! Amt they genteel? Ben.
ME and Ethel Maud look Jest like a
picnic"
And Miss Cynthia smiled delighted
~ as she exchanged greetings with
the enthusiastic family out On the
quest for the soulwelfare Of the head
member. Miss Selma Lue's adjective
had been an apt one that applied TO
them all. Mrs. Dobbs was buttoned up
tight in dark blue coat-suit and the
perspiration rolled down her happy
face from the crown of her black wee
vet hat, with it's remarkable blue
bird, into her white cotton lace collar.
One ungloved hand kept up a con
slant hopping. Ethel Maud was
in white and starched to tbs
limit OF endurance. and had pink
bows tied wherever they would stick.
Bonnie and Mr.. Dobbs were clothed
in their Sunday best and Mr.. Dobbs
beamed with pride at Miss CyHthia's
compliments. But Bonnie stood on
one foot and covered it with the other
in evident consciousness OF thei1
brier-scratched nudity.
"He wouldn't wear them shoes he
had in the spring. and l couldn't no
ways impel him." explained his
mother.
"My feet's sore," the delinquent
grumbled shamefacedly
SOS mine" whined Ethel Maud,
standing first on one and then the
other.
But you're a girl" said her mother
decidedly, thus firmly settling the
woke of femininity on her young
shoulders. Are you ready, MISC
Seliny Lue?"
(TO BE CONTINUED