The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-01-13
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BY MARY T.. CLARKE

Your blue muslin, U~ttie, and make
those pretty rolls uu9cr your net. The
present style of hair suits your face to,
perfection
"A rat, two uliec, waterfall, and a.
porkp;e hat?
Yes; and. H1ttie, the blue net with
he heavy ta$s-ln.
You are very particular this evening
Hattie topped Il: Ike door. looking at
her aunt With sort OF questioning cX
D. c>siun Mrs Hall bore the Io,k for
moment with cuml,"sure, but under its
steady periinaciIy she cIimsohed aud grew
flgetty, till little cmbrarrasscu laugh
broke the silence.
How you stare, Hattie J.
''Aunt Kate, aud the yennS girls face
grew crimson you are not going to show
ule off again."
Now, Hattie. what a queer child you
are! Most girls would i.el grateful for
such pains as take with ynu. am sure
la winter spared no paIus to
'tet me oil yeur hands! There, don t
/ be angry. know the kindness Of your
motives; but, aunt dear, it is pains vast
ed. can't be fascinating TO order
] There was another pause in The conver-
sation. Hattie stood in the doorway, her
wrapper falling off her white, dim2Ied
shoulders her pretty face flushed, and
her blue eyes half laughing half angry.
suddenly she ierkcd out the question
Who is it now, aunt Kate?'
There. Hattie, do conc round that's
I. good girl. Your uncle is going 10 bring
his partners nephew ont to spend few
weeks at = II is a splendid match
; Ills nncle has the care of hi. property
and says it is enormous. He is an adopt
ed son of Grcaves, the millionaire, who
left him all his property. They say h'
is very liberal to his mother, and has
started all his brothers in business Now
Hattie -
The appealing pathos of her tone wa
too much for Hattie gravity, who burs
into a fit Of laughter and ran of to per
form her task OF dressing for conquest.
Even aunt Kate was satisfied with tn
result. The blue muslin, cut in the mos
o fashionable style, with its peasant waist o
azure silk. showed the white, round arm
q and shoulders, and defined the delicate
apering waist the fair soft hair, role
back in waving prolusion, was gathere
into blue silk net, dropping low on tn
neck, its curling masses threatening
burst the pretty barrier.
ri Bent upon being "gnod girl sh
greeted he tall, stately visitor with fiji
ished courtesy. conversed Of all the viii
ters amusements. talked ball and oper
II ballet and concert as il the waving tret
- were not whispering an invitation to nj
Sc ture' S music and she were not longing
obey the summons. She sang Verdi
last agonizing yells till she was crimsc
: with the exertion. and she famed herse
gracefully as she acknowledged NJ
:, Greavo's compliments; but, in her o"
!" rooms, she tore off her net ard paced ii
room angrily, with her fair hair hoatir
around her shoulders.
Haven't | said wouldn't do it p 81
to said, stamping her little feet. ''Aud ne
n, am in the traces, working as meskly
st my kind aunty could desire. to secure tn
st good match l won't / won't do
Come in!' for quick rap interrupted h
passionate soliloquy.
"My dear" said aunt Kate, coming
y softly, II came TO tell you you ueedr
> wearyour best wrapper in the morning
lhes engaged