Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1870-09-02
Selett Storp.
ROSINE MILLER'S YET
CLOAK.

They are all alike" exclaimed pretty
Milly Thorne. impatiently tossing aside
the new magazine over which she had
been poring for the last hour.
What are alike?" quericd her uncle,
looking up from his paper.
''Oh! the people in books. They meet,
love, and marry. and that is the sum and
substance OF the whole do wish that
somebody would write something new,
and not tell the same old story over and
again"
lis it the old, old story of Love that
has so wearied you? thought that was
ALWAYS new and fresh in maiden's ear. "
Milly blushed little rs she replied
but we don't want TO be always reading
about it, you know. Uncle Charlie. Now
don't you think somebody might tell us a
story. and an interesting one, too, about
something that actually happened in
somebody's life, and not wind up the
whole affair with white veil and orange
blossoms ?"
well. yes, Milly, l suppose the thing
is possible; indeed, | am not sure but
thai could succeed in it myself. "
'.Oh! will you, you dear, good uncle
wait minute" and Milly sprang from
her sofa to low stool at her uncle's side.
her head resting upon his knee her favor
ite position during storytelling. There,
now. am ready, please begin"
"Well. then, darling, I'll tell you about
Rosinee Miller's Velvet Cloak; For the
last three winters Rosie had wanted 4
velvet cloak. Now. if she had been the
fortunate daughter Of some mlionaire'i'
would have been so easy to drive down tc
Stewards aud give the order, with nc
more serious expenditure OF thought than
would be required to decide upon the
shape and style; but poor little Rosie
was only school. teacher with moder
ate salary, and there were numerous ques'
tons of economy TO be met and consider
ed before she could venture upon so ex'
pensive a purchase-moreover, her taste
in dress was a trihe extravagant; the vel
vet must be of the very best, and tht
trimming ofrare and dainty lace; nothing
less would satisfy the ambitious young
lady; so she had wisely waited until she
could fully realize her ideal, for young
ladies sometimes have other ideals than
ideal lovers.
Il shall want you to 60 shopping with
me tomorrow" she said to her Cousin
Helen, one day shortly before Christmas
Il am going to buy my velvet cloak"
"At last~ exclaimed her cousin. Real
ly began to think you never intended tc
allow yourself that luxury, Rosie. You
are such little miser. don't see how
you can make up your mind to afford it ?
well, you see, Helen, l didn't want
it until l could get precisely what suited
me; besides | needed dresses to CORES
pond. | couldn't very well wear such
cloak with an alpaca dress, could l? Ano
you know am to spend Christmas week
at Glenwood ,and want 10 look real nice
for there are TO be hosts of people there.
$50 you have idecidcd 10 accept Nell''
invitation ?"
Yes, and yeu-
"Oh, shall 60, of course; ! wouldn'
miss il for anything. There isn't another
place in the world equal to Glenwood.'
'When do you go?"
at will be impossible for me to leave
until the day before Christmas. You,
suppose, will 90 sooner?"
.Yes, next week. But l must be OIL
Call for me tomorrow.
Left alone, Rosie pu, her little feet ul
10 the crate, and leaning back in he
chair, was soon lost in delicious revery
Nellie Howard, an old schoolmate, and ;
very dear friend, had laid positive in
junction upon Rosie to spend the holida.