The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-10-23

Good old Lady Jane asked her maid
next morning if any dress was being
got ready for Miss Ella. Hearing that!
che was not gong and that no prepar..
tions were being made she dispatched
Batter on secret mission, and ordered
her carriage At nine o'clock that. even.
ing She went out herself soon after
breakfast in q hired brough.m, dnpens-
ing with the odtriders for once. :. Ell.
was hard at work all day for her sis.
ters; her little fingers quilted, auted;
plated, pinned, tackled the trimmings
on their frilled dresses more de1ter,ous-
| ly than any dressmater Or m.id.serv.nt,
could DO Size looked 80 pretty, SO
kind and 30 tried, 50 wistfui,, .s.:. she
came to help them to dress, that Liset-:
to was quite touched, and said "Well,
Ella, I shouldn't wonder if, after I am
snapped up, you we're to get hold Of a
husband some day. I dare say some
people might think you nice looking" "
"Oh, do you think so really, Liset.
te.?" said Ella, quite pleased, and then
faltering, "Do you think y =
"Sball you see Mr.. Richardson ?"
"Of course !, shall," said. Lisette.
"He was talking great nonsense yester.
day: after we found him ; saying that he
had met with perfection At last-very
devoted altogether; ; scarcely spoke to
me at all; but that is the greatest proof
Of devotion, yops know. I know what
he meant very we'll. I shouldn't be at
al surprised if he was to propose to.
night. I don't know whether I shall
have him. I'm always afraid Of being
thrown away" said Lisette, looking
over her shoulder at her train.
Ella longed to send message, a
greeting Of some sort, to Lisette's ,sdor.
er. oh, how she ensied her =! what
would she not have. given to. be going
too /?
"What! are not you dressing,
child 7" said Lady Jane, coming into
the room. care they again obliged ia
call for Madame de Bricabrao? I had
looked up pair of sboe.buckles fo1
you in case you went but keep them
all the same they only want q little
rubbing up."
"Oh, thank you how pretty they
are =! how kind you are to me ~ said
Ella, sadly. "1-1-am not going:''
And she burst our crying.
:. 1t was just dreadful not to go, the
poor child had had = great draught Of
delight the day before, and she was
aching and siokenipg for more and
longiag with . passion Of longing
which is oDl, known to very few peo.
ple-she looked quite worn and pale
through her tears.
Grub up your shoe.buckles, that
will distract you," said tho, old lady
kindly. 'They are worth great deal
of money, though they are only paste
and il you peep in my room you viii
6nd. little pair of slippers to-. wea,
them With. L hope they will 6t. l
could hardly get any small enough. fol
.you:H They were the, loveliest7 little
white satin slippers, NTH, satin heels,
all embroided With glass beads; !; but
small a. they were they were . little
loose, only Ellis sook,oar . not to say %
6s she tried them on. :.i .r' =:
Weall know what is coming, though
little Ella had no idea Of it. The ball
was 1t Guildhall, one Of the grandest
aud gayest that ever was given in the
city Of London. 1t was in honor Of
the besutlful young princess who had
just landed on our shores. Princes,
ambassadors, mobiles, stars, orders and
gartars, aud decorations were to be pres.
ent; all the grandest, gayest, richest,
h.ppieet people in the country, all the
most beautiful ladies and jewels and
flowers were to be there to do homage
to the peerless Young bride. The Ash
tords had no sooner started than Lady
Jane, who had. been very mysterious all
day and never told any ons that she
had been to the city to procure two
enormous golden tickets which were up
in her bedroom, now came, smiling very
benevoleutly, into: the drawiug.room
Little Ella xas standing out in the
balcony, with her pile face and oil he,
hair tumoliug down her back. She
had been too busy to put it up, and
now she was only thinking Of tho bal
and ricturing the dear little, ugly, dis
appointed face Of Prince. Richardson
I when he should look about everywher,
for her in vain. while shs was standing
hopelessly2 kssipg- after the, rscedinl
carriage 5a>s Iii ..}oI :s.'. 80
j swell, my dear; have you rubbed
. nm the shoa. bucklaaf That Il %ioht,l 1