The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-04-18
After the
Wedding

Stell, for steppin' on you," she con-
tinued, stumbling over Miss Larson's
feet and lunging into q seat next TO
that young person.
Miss Larson opened one sleepy eye.
ooh, did you step on me?" she droned,
yawning widely and undisguisedly. Il
didn't know It,"
Sure | did, responded Miss Con-
nelly. II thought I'd better wake you
up and tell you about 1t. You can go
to sleep again pow"
Miss Larson opened the other eye.
II wasn't asleep, Nell Connolly" she
said, Indignantly. II guess persons
got a right to shut their eyes II they
want to. My eyes amt very strong
and the light hurts EN-"
Don't let's waste our perfectly
good time fightin with each other
this morning." said Miss Connolly.
IF we do we won't have time to
knock the weddin."
Say" began Miss Frizkie eagerly,
didn't you pretty near die over the
way Names hair was fixed? Honest
to goodness, when | get married I'll
have hair dresser fix my hair up
swell II / don't have so much as a
pork chop to eat for year"
Il thought her hair looked pretty
good for Name said Miss Larson.
sleepily. 1T always looks like she'd
slept in It."
Her dress was a peach, though,
wasn't it?" said Miss Frizkie. AT
least It would have been II 1t had
had any At to 1t. All that hand en-
broidery and that bead trimming
must have cost a pile"
Hand embroidery" calculated
Miss Connolly. That's all you know
about It, Jen. / was over to look at
Names clothes Tuesday evening and
felt OF II good, and It wasn't no
more hand embroidery than nothing"
well, she must "a got a corner on
this years crop Of beads" said Miss
Frizkie. What do you think / said
to the lady that was standin' next to
me when Name came into the parlor?
I give her a dig with my elbow and
says, Say says, Name must have
got mixed In her dates and thought
she was a Christmas tree
"My The lady got as red as any
thing. I designed that gown she
says, smiling up her nose at me. mad
as she could be.
Land! l just faded away like I'D
been blown off the landscape"
IT'S a pity you couldn't learn not
to have such rude manners, Jen,'
said Miss Connolly.
II guess If l could just learn to
shut up and keep shut up 1t would
help some" agreed Miss Frizkie. good
naturally.
Name didn't have such an awful
lot of presents as I thought she
would" Miss Larson opened her eyes
long enough to remark. 81 kind OF
thought she'd have a lot more'n what
she did"
Some of 'em was expensive,
though, I guess" said Miss Frizkie.
Now, bet that cut glass pitcher and
them glasses cost $40"
mix on that" said Miss Connolly.
decidedly. 81 picked up every one OF
'em and run my finger over 'em and
they wasn't sharp like cut glass ought
to be. They was real smooth"
We'll, that shows how you can fool
me-" Miss Frizkie admitted But
then I'd a whole lot rather have a
| snowy set like that than some little
dinky piece that wouldn't make no
show at all"
Same here" said Miss Larson
anybody would, OF course. | guess
Names mas folks are pretty well
fixed anyway. Her mas brother gave
her that dandy set of knives and
forks that was layin' upon the dress
er with the plates with the hand
painted fruit design up EN-"
"Nothin much to them" said Miss
Connolly. Il guess they didn't cos
more'n about IS. They was PLATED
and It wasn't tirst-class plate
either"
"Plated?" cried Frizkie, How d.
you know they were piated?"
why, took 'em out and looked a
them" replied Miss Connolly, PLACID
ly You can't fool me. All the sill
yer things there was plated excep
that little pickle fork that the tw'
Ryan girls give her. and | seen then
on sale last week over to Green
burg's for one and quarter"
MY! I'd hate TO give such an aN
full little thing anyway" murmure
: Miss Larson. II think It was a 10
better to club together like us girl
did and give her something big. Gu
silver tray looked like 1t could hav
bought up everything else she had.
"Includin' the Teller she married,
said Miss Connolly. Say, wasn't n
. the farmer, though? | bet he rente
n them clothes. he was afraid to 81
Y down in 'em, and the way they I
was fright. Did you pipe how b
ken hitchin' one shoulder all III