Lincoln centennial number . n, which had beenmerely rehearsing all day, was now givinga regular performance, and it playedupon the windows, and went trillingthrough the gutters on the roof, while theold cedar-tree scraped an accompani-ment on the corner of the porch , nothing daunted, Mr. Opp donnedhis bravest attire. Cyclones and torna-does could not have deterred him frommaking the most elaborate toilet at hiscommand. To be sure, he turned up thehem of his trousers and tied a piece of oil-cloth securely about each leg, and he alsospread a handkerchief tenderly over hispink necktie;
Lincoln centennial number . n, which had beenmerely rehearsing all day, was now givinga regular performance, and it playedupon the windows, and went trillingthrough the gutters on the roof, while theold cedar-tree scraped an accompani-ment on the corner of the porch , nothing daunted, Mr. Opp donnedhis bravest attire. Cyclones and torna-does could not have deterred him frommaking the most elaborate toilet at hiscommand. To be sure, he turned up thehem of his trousers and tied a piece of oil-cloth securely about each leg, and he alsospread a handkerchief tenderly over hispink necktie; but these could be easilyremoved after he heard the boat whistle. He dressed by the light of a sputteringcandle before a small mirror the veracityof which was more than questionable. Itpresented him to himself as a person witha broad, flat face, the nose of which ap-peared directly between his eyes, and themouth on a line with the top of his he made allowances for these idio-syncrasies on the part of the mirror; in. Drawn by Leon Guipon. Half-tone plate engraved by H. C. Merrill WHY—MR. OPP—I M NOT OLD ENOUGH FOR YOU ! LXXVII—57 544 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE fact, he made such liberal allowances thathe was quite satisfied with the reflec-tion. I 11 procure the hack to bring thecompany back in, he said to Aunt Tishrather nervously as he passed through thekitchen. You assist Miss Kippy to getarranged, and I 11 carry up the coal andset the table after I return back can do it while the company is up inhis room. All the way into town, as he splashedalong the muddy road, he was alternatelydreading the arrival of one passenger, andanticipating joyfully, the arrival of an-other. For as the time approached theimpending presence of the company beganto take ominous form, and Mr. Opp grewapprehensive. At the landing he found everythingdark and quiet. Evidently the packet wasunusually late, and the committee ap-pointed to meet it and conduct the gueststo their various desti
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