The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-12-17

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Mrs. Benedict is very kind to invite
us to this ball, but you must write a
declination.'
Charlotte burst into tears, and for the
first time since their wedding-day, MIR.
Mellen stalked out of the room without
a goodbye kiss.
That afternoon came up hurried
note from his Office, as follows:
DARLING LoTTIE: Please send, by
the bearer, my vaiise, with few changes
of linen and other necessarles, Tor an
absence of eight ar ten days on business
for the firm. Enclosed you viii find a
fifty-dollar bill for the painter-a debt
which ought to have been attended to
before. Take a receipt. Be careful OF
yourself while I am gone. wish l
could have run up to say adleu, but
time presses. If you are lonely, get
one of your sisters to come and stay
with you.
Atfectionately, CLARENCE.
Lottie had been crying all the morn
ing, but now her eyes gittered. A new
brightness came into her face, as she
hurried hither and thither, putting up
her husbands things. And after the
messenger was gone she looked down at
the ffty-dollar bill in her hand.
eight or ten days. she repeated to
herself. ell go to the ball, after all,
with Helen and her husband. I'll take
this money and buy the MORE antique.
Grant will trust me for the other thirty
five, I am sure; and as for the painter,
just as likely as not he's in no hurry
for his money, and if he is, I'll write
to Uncle Jesse to send me fifty dollars.
I was always Uncle Jesse's favorite
niece"
And this eager young woman threw on
her bonnet and shawl, and hurried down
to Grants to buy the remnant of lilac
MORE antique.
ooh, certainly certainly Mr.. Grant
was in no hurry at all for the money.
He would wait Mrs. Mellen's convent
ence any length Of time that she chose to
mention"
And he unfolded the rich fabric, skill
fully holding it up so that the Light
should strike its rosy sheen to the best
advantage.
How beautiful it was Anethysts,
shot with glimmering lines of silver
buds of sping violets in the sunshine
midsummer sunsets! Lottie thought
of all these beautiful things as she
looked at 1t.
"Pray send it home at once" she said
laying down her ffty-dollar bill, 'sand
credit this to my account
And then she tripped around to the
dress makers.
Mrs. Parkerson was at the dressmake1
"a plump, rosy widow, with more
money than she knew how to spend
She had always liked young Mrs. Mel
len, and now entered with alacrity into
her plans.
GA nice place to go, my DEAR said
she. ''Once let yourself be seen at one
of Mrs. Benedict's parties, and you1
position in society is settled at once. ]
have cards myself; but, of course, so
soon after my poor brothers death I
couldn't go out. And you're to go in
lilac MORE antique, eh, my dear? I'll
tell you what want you to look nice,
and I'll lend you my diamonds!''
Lottie's cheeks flushed exultantly as
she thought of Mrs. Parkerson's dia-
mond necklace, with its glittering pend
ant, and the bracelets, studded with
gems, to say nothing of the great soil
taires, like drops of dew that hung from
her earrings.
ooh, Mrs. Parkerson ~ she uttered
breathlessls chow can I ever thank
you?"
''Look as pretty as you can, my dear, >
said Mrs. Parkerson, good-naturedly
''That's the way to thank me!''
Miss Mousely, the dressmaker, and
Mrs. Mellen were in deep consultation
as to whether the front of the dress
should be cut la Pompadour, OF with
pointed corsage, the next day, when the
latter was summoned down stairs.
There stood Mr.. Pepper, the painter, in
the hall.
Begging your pardon, ma'am, fol
interrupting of you,'' said he, humbly
dofing his cap; ''but Mr.. Mellen told
me you would let me have the money on
my little ACCOUNT
Lottie crimsoned.
81 am very sorry, Mr.. Pepper" said
she, nervously; 'but-but you must
call again-next month"
''AIr. Mellen said you'd pay me with
out delay, ma'am."
81 can't help what Mr.. Mellen said, -