The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1913-08-22
After the
Wedding

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ued, stumbling over Miss Larson's Zee
and lunging into a seat next to thA
young person.
Miss Larson opened one sleepy eye
"oh. did you step on me she droned
yaWning widely and undisguissaly. =
didn't know IT,
Sure did" responded Miss Con
nelly. Il thought I'd better wake yoV
up and tell you about 1t. You can GO
to sleep again now"
Miss Larson opened the other eye
II wasn't sleep, Nell Connolly" she
said, Indignantly. II guess a persons
got right to shut their eyes If they
want to. My eyes amt very strong
and the light hurts EN-"
Don't let's waste our perfectly
good time fghtin' with each other this
morning." said Miss Connolly. IF we
do we won't have any time left 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 if don't have so much as pork
chop to eat for a year"
II thought her hair looked pretty
good for Name" said Miss Larson,
sleepily. 1T always looks like she'd
slept in it."
ssLIar draco vpao naaoh though
wasn't it?" said Miss Frizkie. AT
least it would have been If it had any
fit to it. All that hand embroidery and
that bead trimming must have cost a
pile"
Hand embroidery" calculated Miss
Connolly. "That's all you know about
1t, Jen. was over to look at Names
clothes Toosday evening and felt of it
good, and 1t wasn't no more hand en-
broidery than nothing"
We'll, she must "a goth 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?
give her dig with my elbow and
says, Say says, Name must have
got mixed in her dates and thought
she was Christmas tree
my! The lady got as red as any
thing. I designed that gown, she says,
shifting up her nose at me, mad as she
could be- It's modelled after gown
that was imported straight from Paris
and you couldn't find its duplicate in
Chicago. I'm high-priced modiste,
she says, besides being Miss Peter
sons own aunt
Land! just faded away like I'd
been blown off the landscape"
TITS a pity you couldn't learn not to
have such rude manners, Jen," said
Miss Connolly.
81 guess if I could just learn to shut
up and keep shut up it would help
some" agreed Miss Frizkie good-na-
turedly.
Name didn't have such an awful
lot Of presents as I thought she
would" Miss Larson opened her eyes
long enough to remark Il kind of
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she did"
Some of 'em was expensive, though,
guess" said Miss Frizkie NOW, /
bet that cut glass pitcher and them
glasses cost twenty dollars"
mix on that" said Miss Connolly,
decidedly u 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"
'Well, 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, l guess
Names mas folks are pretty we'll
fixed anyway. Her mas brother gave
her that dandy set of knives and forks
that was layin' upon the dresser with
the plates with the hand painted fruit
design up EN-"
"Nothin' much to Them said Miss
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more'n about five dollars. They was
plated and it wasn't tirst-class plate,
either"
"Plated?" cried Miss Frizkie. How
do you know they was plated?"
why, took 'em out and locked at
them" replied Miss Connolly, placidly. |
you can't fool me. All the silver
things there was plated except that
little pickle fork that the two Ryan
girls gave her"
"Myl I'd hate to give such an awful !
little thing, anyway" murmured Miss
Larson. 81 think it was lot better |
to club together like us girls did and
give her something big, Our silver !
tray looked like it could have bought |
up everything else she had"
"Includin' the Teller she married."
said Miss Connolly. Say. wasn't he !
the farmer, though? I bet he rented |
them clothes. He was afraid to sit |
down in 'em, and the way they fit was |
a fright. Did you pipe how he KEEP
hitchin' one shoulder all the time the
preacher was talkin'?"
NO." said Miss Frizkie, Il didn't. I
was too busy tryin' to count the beads
of Names dress"
Miss Larson stuck her hands deep |
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