The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-11-12

! There was a glitter suspiciously like
tears on the long eyelashes, as Ruth felt
Charles Trevor's loving glance resting
on her face, and the little hand stole
softly into his with an unconsciously
confiding movement.
"Charley," said Ruth, in soft, stifled
voice, "I'll try to be a good wife to
youy'
And then-oh, strange, inserutable
heart of woman! Ruth Murray cried,
just because she was so very happy.
And the next day the gay little coun-
try house coterie broke up, and all the
guests going their several ways, and
owning one to another that ''they had
delightful time," and the next chap
ter in their book of fashionable dissipa-
tion comm enced.
While Ruth Murray went home to a
little two story brick house where. q
staring tin sign bore the words, Miss
Mackenzie, Dressmaker," put small
thimble upon her taper minkle finger,
threaded her needle, and went resolute
ly to work.
The bright January sunshine was
turning the crusted snow to diamonds,
and making Miss Mackensie's shabby
| ingram carpet look half dozen degrees
shabbier than ever--the wooden clock
had just struck eleven, and Ruth Muir
ray, in a blue delaine dress and trim
linen collar, was taking together the
| breadtlls of gold-colored glace silk,
with her rosy mouth full of pins. Miss
Mackensie stood watching her, with a
skirt lining depending from her bony
arm.''
| ''Ruth," said the old maid. dubiously'
Il don't understand you at ALL"
! Don't you, Hetty? Well, that's not
at all strange, for half the time don't
understand myself"
"No, but--Ruth, this arrangement
seems to me SO unsatisfactory--so un-
suitable-''
Don't my work give entire satisfac-
ton -
Il never had an apprentice learn half
so Guickly-those white little fingers
of yours seem gifted by magic!''
Thank you," said Ruth, bowling de-
murely. THE spool of yellow silk,
please! Didn't you tell me that Miss
Trevor was coming here at eleven to
try On her apple-green 20
so she said-and there is the sleigh
dashing up to the door now, with the
horses all foaming, and the driver in
his gold-banded hat. It's a fine thing
to be rich! Are you sure the dress is
ready, Ruth %
Quite"
Perhaps Ruth Murray's cheek was a
tritie pinker than usual as Miss Trevor
rustled loftily into the room, but other
wise there was no shade of difference in
her manner or demeanor.
I'm afraid Tn little behind time,''
began the imperious young lady.throw
ing off her costly ermine cape, "but-
Why. Ruth Murray this surely cannot
be your
ut is I, Miss Trevor
Maria Trevor started.
"Ohi you've come to have dress fit
ed--lIiss Mackensi has admirable sue
cess
"Eo," said Ruth, quietly; II am Miss
Mackensie's ASSISTANT
"a dressmaker - almost shrieked Miss
Trevor.
Yes, dressmaker.n
Maria drew herself up haughtily.
This IS very strange" she said, frig-
idly-Snay, it is quite unaccountable.--
I thought you were visitor at Ward
ley Place.
Il was"
''And did Kate Wardley know"
'Who l was? Perfectly
Maria tossed her head.
Upon-Iny-word this was really
too gratuitous an insult to her other
guests! Kate Wardley shall know my
opinion of her eonduct!''
Ruth had grown pale and then red.
bat the next moment score of laugh
ing dimples broke out around her
mouth. a.--
''It was dreadful to admit dressma-
ker into the circle of her aristocratic
friends--and it was unheard-of audaci-
ty in the dressmaker to venture within
the charmed limits. Will you allow
me to try on your dress, Miss Ire
vor?r -a,g
Maria stood haughtily silent in the
middle of the room while Ruth, mount
ed on a stool to bring her nearer to Miss
!; Trevor's height, put in pins here and
there, and laid little folds, and basted
refractory seams.
''She is pretty thought Miss Maria,
as the sunlight glanced athwart Ruth's
golden hair, and showed the exquisite
ly fine texture of her rose-leaf skim
mo pea1l-powder there! l wonder if
there was any truth in the report that
Charles fancied her! The idea of our
brother flirting with a dressmaker!--
; for of course it was nothing more than
a flirtation!''
And Miss Maria unconsciously gave
half across the room, and Ruth arched
her eyebrows.
"Dear me, Miss Trevor, shall never
get your dress fitted if you don't stand
little stiller!''
s'Home!' said Maria Trevor, impera-
} lively, to the coachman, as she folded
/ the gay Afghan over her silken skirts
The promised turn in the Central Park
] 4c4o os;] 10 Tror @
axious to impart to others the choice
bit of gossip she had CLEANED.
Miss Trevor was dreaming over a bit
of embroidery by the fire, and Charles
Tro1or eta,J;r~ II, tha bo ou,