The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-01-09

"'"PPiuS, 1 rear, some
tearson the golden 1ind.
c"Wkat, 10 the kitchen % said q
-shrill voice. ~ have come to take nv
god daughter to the party, and YOU
toll me she is in the kitchen! Well
that is cool, even for Bangor, es 20,
are."
And the door was literally burs
open, and the argry apparition of N!
godmother appeared, leaning on grea
gold-headed stick behind her appear
ed my 'tepmother's face, more flushed
than usual. -
''This person has imrertinently fore
ed herself in here" she sait, forgetting
her usual respect for wealth in her an
ger.
eyes, I'm going to the party" said
my godmother, not noticing. "Dare
say you dido't remember l was one o1
the lambs Of the fook. Tough old
lamb, you think; never miRd. How
do you like my style? 2"
She wore an old brocsde, which
looked like q chi intz window. .curtair.
'od huge yellow satin bonnet with a
white lace veil. I did think she was
the greatest old guy I had ever seen.
give come for you in state" she
cried; "carriage-and.pair at the door.
Throw the pumpkins to the pigs, child,
and make haste" ."':' i
SOB, Aunty Row." exclaimed,
'"l'Vs just been longing to 60; but I've
nothing to wear."' -; ~
3 "Iadeed! Then I say it's a shame
tor that Bangor, aud / don't see how
shs dares to show. that red face. LIS
my private opinion she drinks"
At these words, my stepmother dis.
appeared io tumult Of rage, and
gasped out
"Oh, do not say such dreadful
things p
"Oh, 60 'long! If she was kind
hearted druukard, she'd be a leap bet
tor than abe is. Come, there's ne
time to lose. I dare say I can fod you
something to wear. Throw the pump.
lin to the pigs, I say"
So, in less time than I can tell it.
poor Cinderella found her pumpkin
actually changed into coach, in whicl,
she sat ~hirling away to her godmoth-
er's house.
bad not been there in years, and
the solid sp]endor of it surprised me.
We hurried through the lighted rooms
to an old ebony cabinet, at which my
godmother tumbled awhile.
It could give you brocade like
mine, il you like" she said.
| saw myself 10 the fr;ob,f,, mo
tune, and shudderod, silently
my ~eddiDg.dress," she exclalmvu,
pathetically, after a moment.
"Why, were you married ?" I ask.
ed.
"Never, child. I was to have been :;
the clothes all ready-this dress and
veil from Paris -; then God saw fit to
take my darling aud leave me to walk
iife's ways alone. This will do l
think"
The creamy, glisteniug folds of satin
shimmered in the light veil of ex-
quis,te point lace lay over it. I be-.
lieve had some of the Partisan taste
for which my sisters gave me credit
when they needed my services; I saw
tho capabilities OF the thing at once.
"Oh, these viii be lovely!" 1 cried.
"You are too kind, Auntie Row."
The dress was not so old-fashioned,
after all. because the old fashions have
become new. I looped the delicate
lace over the satin with some primrose
sprays which were there, and made it
boutfante enough for the present mode;
then there was plenty Of rich old lace
for the neck.
il. I declare, I hardly knew mysel!
when I saw my face and form in the
great mirror.
"Ot, Cinderella" I thought, "you
are very fine now, but do not forget
that you must 60 back and sit in ashes
Tomorrow"
And, like the king of old who chose
70 have the remembrance of his MGR.
tal;ty to haunt his feasts, this skeleton
ut at mine. One moment of pure
uns|loyed joy I had, however. I was
only mortal, and it was pleasure tc
Gee tho wonder, startled surprise and
spite, all struggling with one anethe,
in the faces of my sisters as l entered
the rooms.
But I sm anticipating. I stood
full dressed, as I said, before the mir
ror, my godmother auttering about mt
like great moth, if any of that spe'
eies ever have wings like ancient
ohintz.
There were tears in her eyes, too, 70,
she was looking, as it were, at th'
ghost Of her dead hopes.
"Ah, chlld," she said, "I expected
to be very happy 10 that dress. Neve
u.ind it makes you happy now, ant
that is next best. I think I shall keel
you with me altogether; the sight 0
your fresh young face brightsns up n.
rooms."
"Have you rose nyvhere, Aunti'
Row :" I asked, blushiug consciously
as if she must read my secret.