Connecticut western news., 1919-01-09

She Had Spent Several Evenings
 Making Them Out of an Old Gray |. Flannel Petticoat.
 pockets in them of which was very proud. They came just to the tops of my shoes, which pleased me, for thereby the glory of my new shoes suffered no encroachment.
 The next Sunday after they were 1 finished we had preaching in the schoolhouse and I was eager to go and wear my wonderful trousers. Un- cle Peabody said that he didn't know whether his leg would hold out or not through a. whole meetin'.". His left leg was lame from wrench and pained him if he sat long in one po- sition. I greatly enjoyed this first public exhibition of my new trouS- CTS. I remember praying in silence, as we sat down, that Uncle Peabody's leg would hold out. Later, when the long sermon had begun to weary me, I prayed that 1t would not.
 It was beautiful summer morning as we drove down the hills and from the summit of the last high ridge we could see the smoke of a steamer looming over the St. Lawrence and the big buildings of Canton on the distant flats below us. My heart beat fast when I reflected that I should soon see MT. Wright and the Dunkel- bergs. had lost little of my inter- est in Sally. Still felt sure that when she saw my new brooches she would conclude that was 8 person not to be trified with.
 When we got to Canton people were flocking to the big stone Presbyterian church. It was what they called a "deacon's meeting" I remember that MT. Wright read from the Scriptures, and having explained that there was no minister in the village, read one of MT. Edwards sermons, in the course of which went to sleep on the arm of my aunt. She awoke me when the service had ended. and whispered: 4a
 "Come, we're goin' down to speak to MT. Wright"
 remember MT. Wright kissed me and said:
 Hello! Here's my boy in new pair O trousers !" ..aa...t
 "Put yer hand in there," said proudly, as I took my own hand out of one of my pockets, and pointed the way.
 He did not accept the invitation, but laughed heartily and gave me a little hug. #t , s#t
 When we went out of the church there stood MT. and Mrs. Horace Dun- kelberg, and Sally and some other children. It was tragic moment for me when Sally laughed and ran be- hind her mother. Still worse was it when couple of boys ran away cry ing, Look at the brooches p
 looked down at my brooches and wondered what was wrong with them. They seemed very splendid to me and yet saw at once that they were not popular. I went close to my Aunt Deel and partly hid myself in her cloak. I heard Mrs. Dunkelberg say 2:
 ''Of course you'll come to dinner with usY' ...8 l
 For a second my hopes leaped high. was hungry and visions of jelly cake and preserves rose before me. Of course there were the trousers, but perhaps Sally would get used to the trousers and ask me to play with her.
 "Thank ye, but we've got a good ways to go and we fetched a bite with us-ayesp said Aunt Deel.
 Eagerly awaited an invitation from the great Mrs. Dunkelberg that should be decisiyely urgent, but she only said:
 'tTm very sorry you can't stay" ;
 My hopes fell like bricks and van ished like bubbles.
 The Dunkelbergs left us with pleas ant words. They had asked me to shake hands with Sally, but had clung to. my aunt's cloak and firmly refused to make any advances. Slow ly and without word we walked l across the park toward the tavern 1 sheds. We had started away up the South road when, to my surprise, Aunt Deel l mildly. attacked the Dunkelbergs.
 "These here village folks like to be waited on-ayes !-an' they're aw- ful anxious you should come to see 'em when ye can't-ayes !--but when ye git to the village they ain't nigh so anxious-no they ain'tr
 In the middle of the great cedar swamp near Little River Aunt Deel got out the lunch basket and I sat ] ..a. --~-- .->~s .--~-=. |