Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-05-18
CINDERRILAA.
By ESTHER TERLE KENNETH.

Why her papa had married Mrs.
Granville, Maurice Lacy never could
tell. She was not even an old coun-
trywcman; she was a sharp, driving,
sour Yankee, so Maurice said.
The Lacys were Irish. Maurice,
herself, had been born in Dublin, but
coming to America when only year
old, and being well educated both by
the instruction of her father and by
private teachers, she was Irish only by
parentage, and the character of her
blooming beauty. At seventeen she
was very pretty, with loose brown hair
curling about her white neck, star
bright eyes, a wild rose glow upon her
dimpled checks, and most charming,
high bred air
Her mamma had died when she was
! fifteen, and from that time, Maurice,
who had domestic tastes, became
housekeeper at Og!ethorpe. For two
years there was much comfort, and
then, to Maurice's unspeakable dis
may, her father married Mrs. Gran
Vile, a woman she had never even
heard Of
Mrs Granville arrived with her two
| daughters, Madge and Gloria, dashlng
girls of twenty and twenty five. The
reason which Mr.. Lacy assigned to
| Maurice for taking a wife was that she
was growing staid beyond what was
natural for her years that Mrs. Gran
Vile was q good housekeeper, and the
companionship of the girls would be
an advantage.
Maurice, being naturally sanguine
easily took q cheerful view of the
matter. The housekeeping acas rather
burden, sometimes, and looking up
on the young ladies in the light of sis
ters was pleasant. It was only two
years since they had lost their father
and Maurice was prepared to be mos
hospitable and gracious on their arri
val, when they came and most uncera
moniously set aside her delicate atten
: tions. Their appearance was simpl.
an invasion. Without consulting lie
rights or wishes, they appropriated th
best of everything in the house, ant
left her but added cares. Because sh
was petite and gentle, Gloria an
Madge looked upon her as nothing bu
child, whom it was not worth thei
while to notice, and as for their moth
er, she made a feint Of assuming th
Housekeeping charge of th
It KEYS for a week-but left the burden @
care with Maurice. Indeed, she mad
matters much harder for her, sayin
that family of four women did nc
need two servants, and thereupon dis
q missed the faithful old maid, Cathy
who had been MauricP's stay and re-
uge in time of trouble. The gir
should help, she said, but Madge an
= Gloria promptly turned up their nose
at this idea, and spent their morning
in bed.
Maurice soon began to grow pa
under this new dispensatiOn, and four
no help, for a long threatened con
: plant of her fathers now beean
chronic, and confined him to his rool
Mrs. Lacy made this an excuse Fl
absenting herself more than ever fro
the household labors, and gradual
20 poor Maurice sank into a life of ;
ID most hopeless drudgery.
on She was making parlor fire, o.
re morning, when Gloria and Madi
;. came into the adjacent library, anims
q edly talking.
20, the house is beautiful, and t
= grounds are lovely" said Madge, ga
Melbourne, the owner, is handsome
a fairy prince
!. . ''And how old is this Prince NJ
bourne % asked Gloria.
'About thirty; just the age for
man The house has been shut
ne for three years while the master v
abroad, but now he has returned, a
is going to give this party, sort
,er. house warming. And they do say II
sh- he has announced his intention of m
1esi snd rying now, and settling down-so
is on the lookout for a wife pro
bly,"
''The invitations request the que
to appear in fancy dress"
Eyes. Wont that be beautiful :?
shall go as Sultana"
"And as Cleopatra"
Maurice's young heart beat h
against her calico frock. A fa
} dress party was her delight; she
passion for costume. She knew
mansion where the party was to
given, charming place called the
= pens; and the owner was dark ha
: some Englishman whom she had
casionally seen in conversation Y
her deaE mamma, long ago. Pr
=, Melbourne, the title which her ster
~ ters had given him, suited him wei
Il There was something regal in his
pearance. Her heart came chokil
up into her throat as she thought
Prince MoIhOur,o op6 nuorvIOdu