Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-05-12

Quite.
Perhaps Ruth Murray's cheek was a trife
pinker than usual as Miss Trevor rustled
| loftily into the room; but otherwise there was
no shade Of difference in her manner or de.
meanor.
I'm afraid III little behind time, be
gan the iInperious young lady. throwing of
her costly ermine cape: 'but-why, Ruth
Murray this surely cannot be you !"
Tits |, Miss Trevor"
Masia Trevor started.
''Oh you We come to have dress fitted /;
Miss Mackensie has such success.
No, said Ruth quietly; Il am Miss
Mackensie' 5 assistant.
"a dressplaker!' almost shrieked Miss
Trevor.
''Ic cs, dressmkaer''
saria drew herself up haughtily.
''This is very strange" she said rigidly-
may it is quite unaccountable | thought
you were a visitor at Wardley Place?''
Il was
And did Kate Wardley know
'Who was? Perfectly
Maria tossed her head
Upon-my-word this was really too
gratuitous an insult to her other guests
Kate Wardlcy shall know my opinion of her
conduct"
Ruth had grown pale and then red, but
The next moment a score of laughing dim
pies bloke out around her mouth.
sit was dreadful to admit dressmakcr
into the circle of her aristocratic friends
and it was unheard of audacity in the dress
maker to venture within the charmed limits
VIII yen allow me to try on your dress, Miss
Trevor"
Maria stood haughtily silent in the mid
die Of the room, while Ruth mounted on
stool to bring her nearer Miss Trcvor's
height, put in pins here and there, and laid
little folds, and baSted refractory seams.
She is pretty" thought Maria as the
sunlight glanced athwart Ruth's golden hair
and showed the exquisitely fine texture Of
her rose leaf skin. mo pearl powder there
| wonder if there was any truth in the re-
port that Charles fancied her! The idea of
our brother flirting with dressmaker for
Of course it was nothing but Irritation !"
And Miss Maria unconsciously gave her
self such a jerk that two pins few half across
the room, and Ruth archcd her eyebrows
Dear me, Miss Trevor, l shall never get
your dress fitted if you don't stand still! -
'Homei' said Maria imperatively TO the
coachman, as she folded the gay Afghan
over her silken skirts. The promised turn
in the park must stand aside now-Mss
Trevor was anxious to impart to others the
choice bit of gossip she had cleaned.
Mrs. Trevor was dreaming over bit of
embroidery by the fire, and Charles Trevor,
standing in the bay window, was glancing
up and down the columns of the morning
paper, as Maria entered. 1t was a magnif
cent drawing room, with ceilings of fresco
and gol! and carpets soft and rich as the
finest moss, while plate glass windows, hung
with massive satin draperies. let in a soften
ed light, AMI rich pictures glimmered on the
walls The Trevors were not rich, but they
we're very worldly, and knew exactly how to
make appearances their tool.
Mamma, what do you think p exclaim-
ed Maria, breathless and eager; that Ruth
Murray, whom we met at Wardley Place
the pretty blonde [ told Of
What of her?" asked Mrs Trevor, as
Maria stopped for breath, and Charles look
ed up quickly,with deep color on his cheek.
She nothing but a dressmaker -
Nonsense, Maria, you must surely be
mistaken"
But I'm not mistaken. mamma. saw
her this very morning at Miss Mackensie's,
and she tried my dress on with her own
hands -
Surely, my loYe, Kate Wardley would
never invite young person in that social
position to"
But, mamma, the Wardley's are so odd
you never know what freaks they may be
guilty of The idea of common dressma-
ler presuming to associate with those who
are so far above her!''
Stop moment, Maria" said Charles
Trevor advancing into the ROOM Il have
yet to learn in what respect Miss Murray is
At all inferior to any of the guests at Ward
ey Place. In my estimation, her beauty,
grace and intellect place Ter far above any
roung lady there.
There, mamma, | told you just how it /
yasl' said Maria, turning to her mother. !
Charles has been just foolish enough to
become infatuated with her baby face. | |
wish we had never gone to Wardley Place. y /