The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-09-21

| Ike to, but didn't have anything II
wear to a church wedding. Try it on
ma TRY it on, ma came from ev
cry throat. and Mrs Lamdin retired tt
| the next room. whence she emerged
TRANSPORTED from household drudge
into a fine lady.
Her husband beemed upon her
why. Sue, you look as purity as you
| lid the day we were married.
But the things that have to go with
| it." she sighed Il can't wear such
| shoes as those Out from the brocade
| she thrust rusty worn shoe.
Il reckon some of the shops down
town carries shoes big enough for you
and fine enough for the brocade." Pa
was distinctly reckless in his joyous
mood.
Jessica was gravely considering her
mothers careless coiffed hair. And
ma, you can go anywheres bareheaded
now | saw old Mrs. Butt on Main
street yesterday without sign of a
hat on her head"
"Well. then. just won't, Mrs. Butt
or no Mrs. Butt. And gloves-I've got
nothing
But there was no question il the
family mind that Aunt Sues brocade
had been sent by special providence
for the Toanish-Scruggs wedding. A
family council. not entirely free from
anxiety, was held. The day came.
The center of an adoring group Mrs
Lamdin stood arrayed From the
crown of her white chip hat with its
lavender ribbons and bunch of violets
to the tips of her patent leather oxford
ties she was flawless.
Pa voiced the family sentiment
"Sue, you are q corker. | wish
could dress you that way all the time.
And don't you walk up that church
aisle like you stole those buds and
was afraid the sheriff was close on
your heels. Why. this is the first time
your own kids have ever seen you look
like yourself"
With the pretty blush evoked by
family plaudits still on her cheek Mrs.
church aisle and took her seat inside
the white ribbon. Wasn't Sophie
Toanish's mother the sister of her Sis
ter AIMS husband?
The afternoon after the wedding the
Ladies' Literary club of Marysville
met at Mrs. Hibbard's. Mrs. Lamdin
did not belong to it. She was too busy
woman for functions Of a purely So
cial complexion. The wedding had
been well thrashed out as topic when
a question was sprung.
'But did anybody see Mrs. Landing"
To which came promptly the acid re-
spouse: Il didn't see anything else.
Such brocade as she had on would
about lift the mortgage my husband
holds on her husbands store 1t didn't
cost cent under 81 yard And then
the makingi I've always told Mr. Hib-
bard he was too easy going
An awe struck gurgle from the sec
rotary. "And her hat was the SWEETEST
thing. My husband is called a pros
porous merchant, but couldn't begin
to wear such a hat"
"And her gloves-spick span new
white kids. Lamdin certainly must
have struck it rich"
'And it hasn't been two weeks since
went there to collect her quarterly
1ues for the Associate Charities. and |
the told me she would bring them to |
ne as soon as ever she could raise
hem. | do believe in consistency if |
ion't believe in anything else"
Then the gavel came down. and /
Mrs. Lamdin had to give place to
discussion on the architecture of /
french chateaux in the middle ages
The Toanish-Scruggs wedding had be I
ome a matter of ancient history when
"a, first making sure that all the chill
lren were safe abed, turned an anx-
Gus face on ma Sue, Hibbard's
to foreclose. | can't think
what's come over him. He's always
'een so friendly and patient But to
lay he was downright short with
ne"
Mrs. Lambdin's blue eyes flashed
ngrily. 81 know what's the matter
With him, Joe. It's that brocade"
''That brocader'
YES. Mrs. Hibbard like to have
ored me through after the wedding,
milling so sweet when she said
ute outshone the BRIDE"
We'll, you weren't beholdin' to any
them for the shine" said pa, hotly
mo. but she's behind that foreclos-
re threat, you bet And | have had
" turn today. too. Jo You know
m paying for the girls piano on the
lstallment plan. am a little be-
ind. but Mr.. Wicks told me not to
ct. He was here today and told me
lat unless | could pay SIS down by
uesday next he would have to re
owe the piano."
Whats bit himP thought he was
al friendly"
THAT brocade's bit him. Mrs.
ticks sat right behind me at Sophie's
edding"
Pas face was full of disgust. "Til /,
J logged! And do you reckon that
ocade is sticking in the craw of the =
al people too? They dunned me for :,