Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-11-11

Floyd turned over the gay goods, and
the astonishment with which Lillian
heard the prices.
"Well, ladies, am almost frightened
at the thought of matrimony, after all
these extravagances. Suppose we have
promenade now; as the day is fine.''
But the walk in the direction which
they were taking, was suddenly stopped
by falling bricks, dry mortar and dust,
from an old building which was being
torn down, so they turned into crowd
ed but less fashionable street.
In passing a toyshop, they saw look
ing eagerly in at the window. three bright
faced, happy.looking little girls, very
commonly dressed, with their school
satchels on their arms, each with a loud
voice, pointing out 10 the others what
she would buy if she only had the mon
ey.
"I'd have that bureeu "said one.
"Oh! that amt pretty, I'd take that
box with chairs and sofas in," answered
the second.
Il wouldn't" said the third: if had
money enough, I'd buy that doll with
with curly hair, for Anne, she's lame
you know"
Mr.. Thornton and the cousins had
been walking very slowly, and Lilirn had
heard the children's conversation
Their sparkling eager little eyes affected
her powerfully. On! how she longed
for just little more money, that she
might feel justified in gratifying them,
and when the little lame Anne was men
toned, she thought to herself, "well,
I'll DO without pair of gloves, then 1
can afford to give them the money, ii
will yield them so much pleasury;;" and
as Thornton and Harriet were eagerly
debating the merits ofsome acquaintance,
she stepped back to the little group at
the window, and hand each a peice of
silver, said,
Run in, now, and buy what you
want with it;' and turning 10 the last
speaker, she said, "do you get the doll
if you can for Anne With these
words she again Joined her cousin.
The children looked at each other,
aud then at the retreating figure in
amazement. The luxury of fairy tales
vas unknown to them; but they were
nevertheless inclined 10 believe that
there was something supernatural in the
lady who had just left them
The little girl with the lame sister was
the first to recover speech. She ran af-
ter Lillian, and taking hold of her dress
said,
81 am very much obliged to you, good
lady, indeed l am.''
$50 am l." and $50 am l." reitera.
ted the others.
why Lillian, what is the matter?
have you been playing the Lady Bounti
full 10 those Monkeys" asked Harriet.
"Oh, no. only heard one of them
say she wanted to buy something for
lame sister. and 1 gave her little mon
ey," was the reply, 81 love so to see
children happy"
Alter impatiently counting the long
hours, the time for the opera at last ar
rived. Lillian had been dressed since
the middle of the afternoon; her hood,
cloak, fan, and her cousins opera glass,
were all lying on the bed in readines;
she was giving the last touch, for fftieth
time, to her collar and the black velvet |
on her wrists, when Mr. Thornton was
announced; aud throwing on her cloak |
and hood in haste, she went down stairs. |
At the parlor door she met her aunt,
who exclaimed, "why. where are your
gloves, Lilly?"
81 was going to wear my black lace
mitts. auut, will they not do?"
"Why no, child. people always go TO
the opera in full dress. you know"
"WeIl. am very sorry. 1 hope Mr..
Thornton will not be ashamed of me,
for really 1 have no white gloves fit to
wear, and shall not put on soiled ones"
"But 1 thought you bought pair
yesterday" said Mrs. Floyd.
''No, l was too poor" replied Lillian,
laughingly: "this living in the city, and
going to parties and the opera. 1 take to
be rather expensive"
Now Mrs. Floyd was very good ma
tured woman, but she would not have
violated the prophecies Of the opera, BY
going without white kid gloves, or an
elegant head dress, for the world and
she really felt annoyed, fearing the ele-
CANT Arthur Thornton would be equally
so.
Poor Lilly entered the drawing room
with all the happy expectation banished
from her face, for this trifing contretemps
had suddenly dashed all her pleasure.
MIR. Thornton had heard the whole
through the open door, and
shrewdly suspecting that Lillian could
have afforded to have bought pair of
new gloves, if the little lame Anne had
gone without a dell, he said, as Lilly
proceeded to draw on her mits.
"In how much better taste those black I