The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-07-02


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Zach shawl was 70 be locked up In its own
black case, and then WIZ was 70 my 'ne 'a'e'
promiscuou'ly on his parior taole' anu 'nen We
were 10 choose each Tor ourselves. mo'ner "nu
were to be there at three O'CLOCK. gave
last pull ut the old gray and PINK ribbons; then
They were waiting for US.
'0h, take of your bonnets quick ! cried
Rose; I'm wild to have II all settled. viii has
'shufled' the boxes, and I'm teasing him 10
make me sign which is the lavender, but he
WON'T
Aunt Mary will choose first, Of course ? sug-
gcsted Nell.
Not unless her name Is drawn first" said
win, with mock solemnity, writing all our
names ON slips Of paper and holding them be
hind him.
We wait your pleasure said Nell, rctrcating
to a corner Of the sofa. She spoke indifercntly
but knew in her heart she was secretly anx'
iOus to gain the lavender.
.Belden hasn't come yet said Win.
.Oh, never mind Belden,' exclaimed Rose
What does he carcr lie would only laugh and
!, Il re,,,v very imnortant It's after three
Come. VIII,
.verv we'll be rcpliei: .then let's proceed
I rre,ume Won won't call mother unfair. 50 sh,
shall draw the names, and the one that conc.
first chooses first
Had the moment really arrived, Ny hear
palpitated, 1t was almost like election day wher
they begin TO count the votes. Mother, in her
placid, gentle way, drew one Of the slips, and
we all shouted, for II held her own name.
.Oh, mother, who would have thought you
were so slyr laughed WIN. well, come to th'
table and choose your box
l thought to myself, II mother got the laven
der she would give ii to me. But the suspens
was not long; she took the box nearest her ant
opened it. 1t held the white Grape embroidered
Rose laughed uneasily. One Of us would hay
to draw the black one now. 1t was growing SO
riOus.
Mother drew another slip. II bore Rose
name. and the color went and came in he
chocls ,s she ,ooked M the three boxes and hes
it,,sd you NAV think II was curious We shoul,
care 80 much but We were none of us rich
and n handsome crane shawl would be q grca
addition to either of our wardrobes. Rose a
last. all in n tlutter, took the box farthest from
her. II contained the white shawl, the pur,
creamy white, and Rose poutcd.
what made me take that oner she said re
grctfally. But the deed was done.
Mother drew another slip, and read my nam
-Gcorgic Waite.
Just at that moment cold tremOr was sei1
ing me. 1t was not that my name was bein'
called; 1t went deeper than that; 1t was that
recognized which box held the lavender Th'
slightest mark, the merest pin scratch, down II
one corner Of the lid; but letters OF hre ooulc
not have seemed palmer to me at that instant
l had noticed 1t in the morning without speak
ing Of 1t, without really thinking OF II, "her
we were so busy planning the di''r'ou'on' u
had passed out OF my mind nj once anu l mac
not remembered II since But 'here " w@'
had suddenly caught my ih'eh' eye' anu ~"
oou'u HOOK NJ ho'"'"s '''o' ~ P'"''
Us IL every one must see w. Us wy o"' mus
know 'ha' 'na' one Oh 'nc Two n.'' 'v p'00'Ou'
the Deau'ilul lavender SHAWL anu 'ie'e wa
mother eaiiinS my hame' ana 'ne fes' "a'l's
for me to make my choice. oh' dldn't 'he'
see, didn't they know' suppose TOOK IL
woull IN he n shame fastened upon me forever