The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1868-05-21

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But her handsome face was distorted BY
impatient anger.
Hasn't the dress come yet. Lucillie?'
she cried, as the eisl entered. "Youl
have 10 send for 1t, and apologize t
the, the company, for ! will not be disap
You shall not. my lady-hcre i,
isl! 't
She snatched the package eagerly
and began to tear off the wrapping.
"ro think that must be Kept wait.
ing in this manner" she continued. II
won't put up with it-they shan't have
another stitch of my work."
my mother finished the dress as
soon as soon as she could,' Lizzie said
advancing to the door of the dressing
room. "You know you only sent it OH
Wednesday my mother had to work
day and night to get it done as soon a
she did-and she's sick, too"
II can't help that, Pm not to be kept
waiting. Here, IA,cille, assist me
know-dosen't the dress look superbly ?
l told mamma how it would make up.
Valenciennes collar, and the diamond
where is it ?'
The maid raised the lid of mother
Of pearl casket that stood upon the
dressing case, disclosing a brooch OF
rare device, set with single diamond,
of such magnificent size and splendor,
| that the whole room seemed to ablaze
with diZZliny reflections. Miss Der
vents fine eyes flashed with triumph
and qualification.
That's it, Lucille" she said, moth
| ing could be more elegant than that
| splendid solitaire. Come, now. dress
me quickly"
The girl stepped forward to close the
door, but Lizzie put her aside.
"Miss Derwent' she said, zone mo-
ment, if you please let me have the
money you owe my mother. l would
not ask for it if it were not In such ur-
gent need.'
Miss Derwent made an impatient ges-
ture. "Lucille, will close the door and
dress me, or am to be kept waiting all
night? l will send the money to-mor-
row--don't trouble me know"
But we have neither food or fuel in
the house, and my mother is ill-don't
refuse me, Miss Derwent."
Lizzie pressed in rs she made this ap-
peal. and stood beside the dressing case,
her hand resting upon the casket that
contained the splendid jewel. Its lus-
ire caught her attention, and, looking
down upon it, swift thought shot
through her mind. Was it just that
Isabel Derwent should have 80 much,
and she so little ?' What untold JOY
and comfort the value of that one bau-
ble would bring to her poor mother and
little Tom! But then came the old
command, "Thou shalt not covet thy
neighboI's goods aud she put the fool
ish thought from her mind. Miss Der
went turned upon her red with an
ger
Didn't tell you not to trouble me
tonight? Pm too late now. Put her
out, Lucille, and dress me at once or
will discharge you this Instant
"Luciile caught up the velvet robe,
and Lizzie turned away i'm despair. De-
scending the stairs, the wearer of the
heavy OvercOat confronted her.
Excuse me-but may ask if Miss
Derwent paid you ?" he said abruptly
Lizzie's eyes were dim with tears of
disappointment but she flashed an
amused glance at this queer fellows
bearded face, aud then answered cam
didly.
mo, sir, she did not"
He stood silent moment, still bar
ring her way: then he drew out his
pocket book, which was like his coat,
very heavy.
"Little girl" he said, hesitatingly,
will you let me pay Miss Derwent's
bill ?"
But Lizzie shot by him like an ar
row, her heart was too proud to accept
his offer. He looked after her, a. she
disappeared down the long hall, with Il
half sigh.
Poor little thing.r' he murmured
nd naf fnp I,n har do
Of Raphael's Madonna. And Belle
Derwent with her thousands, couldn't
find few pennies to pay her! I'll not
forget that"
Lizzie ran on till she reached the
street. and felt the sharp sting of the ice
against her face. Then she thought of
her mother and little Tom. How could
she go back them with nothing? She
stopped, looking back ut the blazing
windows, and half regretting that she
did not accept of the gentleman's kind
ness. What would become of them all
that dreary night, without food or fuel,
and poor Tom SO hungry for his saus-
sage? She stood quite still for il mo-
ment or two in deep thought; then she
crossed over to a lamp, and drawing a
slender gold chain from her bosom, ex-
amined it closely. Years before, when
she was wee girl. with violet eyes. and
tiossy curls, her father gave it t. her As
birth day gift, and the tiny locket,
suspended from it, contained his minia-
ture. He was dead, and it was very
hard to part from this precious memen-
to-the very thought Of it made her sob
outright. But she could not let her
sick mother sit in that chill room all
night without the cup Of tea she had
craved all day. And poor little Tom,
his wan. hungry little face seemed to
rise before her eyes! It was the only
treasure she possessed on earth-but It
must go. She removed it from her
neck, and started off at a rapid pace,
clutching it in her hand. She would
sell it, but her mother and Tom should
should never know and by-and-by,
maybe, she might raise money enough
to redeem it.
She paused, flushed and breathless, at
the door Of a fashionable jewelry store.
The windows were radient with prec-
ious gems, and everything looked so
bright and wonderful, that the poor lit
tie girl was half afraid to go in. She
leaned against the window sill striving
to recover her courage, when heavy
hand was laid upon her arm.
Not SO fast, my pretty bird :" said a
gruff voice "you must come with me. "
Lizzie turned in indignant surprise