The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-06-29

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consequently carried this one home again,
to be left next day by Mr.. Murden, on his
way to the store.
Wednesday, and Mrs. Murdcn, dressed
in her best, waiting again upon Miss Str
niger. This time, the lady herself appear
ed and proved not to be quite SO withering
as her assiatant--principals eldom are.
There was several fashionable ladies in
waiting, all on the most gossiping and
familiar terms with Miss Stranger, who
was besiegl with petitions for impossible
work to be done in incredible haste, en-
forced by "You king, good creature, and
other terms of endearment written in the.
wheedling vocabulary. According to their
piteous statements, not one Of these splend-
idly attired women had dress to cover
them, or cloak to shield them from the
cold. Mrs. Murden had fine opportuni-
ty Of seeing and hearing while she waited
exactly one hour for Miss Stringer. She
had never been in such close contact with
fashionable woman before. L;lse elany
others OF her own position in life, they had
always been her envy and her admiration
form distance as they swept across the
pavement from the carriages, or brushed
past her at the entrance Of Bayley's or
Levy's, at whose fascinating windows she
was spell-bound. They could not have a
wish nugratifed, she was sure; their lives
must pass Ike fairy tale, all flowers and
music. But, now that she saw them
nearer, to wan and restless eyes; the half
hidden wrinkles painfully disconnected in
the glare of bright winter morning, and
the querulous fearful tones told another
story.
sThey were tired to death '-tLose whose
feet scarcely touched the pavement, and
who had servants at every call. "The
party last night was SO stupid?' '.The
ball Of Thursday would not be worth the
trouble of dressing for!" 'What should
they wear? Miss Stringer must tellthem. .
"Did she know Rusbton's engagement
was broken with Bell Hamilton? Her i'll
health, it was said; but every one knew,
because he had been flirting SO all winter
with Mrs. McCord. But then she had
such a brute Of husband, Coleman Nc
Cord, who could blame her? He was de
voted to the southern beauty, Miss Leg
rec. "Nas lemon color quite cut, CT
date? and should they getcrimson fuchsias
wia gold tips for the Wfeath?"
Mrs. Murden was SO deep in moral re-
Elections suggested by this style Of conver-
sation, that she did not perceive Miss
Stringer was ready for her at first. She
was almost sorry when the moment arriv-
ed, for she dreaded an interview with this
maker of the ladies, who dictated to them
so cody, and was so beseeiged, and coax
ed, and petted by them. The lady's dis
tant, preoccupied manner added to her
embarrassment, when, finding she had an
unoccupied half hour, she proposed to fit
her forthwith, and asked Mrs. Murden in
to the inner apartment, with its curtains
and lounges, its cheyal glass rejecting the
little voman's figure from head to foot,
and reminding her that the dress she wore
was al least two inches shorter than the
flowing robes of the birds of paradise who
had just taken their departure. Silly lit
tie body, she felt SO awkard and old fash
ioned, and wished in her heart she was IL
her own back parlor, with Miss Johns and
her heart-shaped pin-cushion. She was
quite mirror Of fashion to Miss Johns
who was indebted to Mrs Murden for hal
her new sleeves and trimmings, caught by
those observing black eyes, and shaped
out at home with the aid of old newspa-
pers. But here it was the mantuamaker's
place to dictate.
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, ing-dress? What name?''
"Murden-Mrs Murden" And she
knew perfectly we'll it was one entirely
foreign to the ears that caught it, low as
was her tone. But when Miss Stringel
came to see that silk, her opinion nigh
change. Mrs. Murden longed to have i
brought forth and note the effect.
GA silk; for the street, suppose? Bas
que, ofcourse. We only make bodices il
full dress. Open body? And Miss
stringer's rapid fingers measured the
shoulders, the waist, the arms, presented
to her, mechanically Customers were
but lay figures to the fashionable modiste
to be made up at pleasure. "Miss Ebert
Mrs. Murden's silk
But Miss Elbert feigned entireignorance
of its reception. ''Mrs. Murden-sht
could not remember the name," and {
hustle of search ensued, while the forewo
man from the work kroom made her ap
pearance for orders, bringing skirts and
waists ofsuch rich and dazzling materials
as Mrs. Murden had never dreamed of
while she trembed for the fate of her owl
precious purple. Two errand girls, char
ity children they looked like, with thei