Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-08-29

one or two half.acknowledgcd sighs
given to the lost happiness she ha,
anticipated at the ball, and Id,
came bravely down with the Lowell,
fabric of lilac and silver cleaning
over her arm.
"Here, Lillian" she said, softly
land hope you will enjoy wearing
it,
And not until Miss Spcllgrove
had gone did she indulge in the gui
TT cry that relieved her overcharg
ed heart.
"Ilow wicked and foolish | am to
feel SO about it," she reasoned with
herself, "when l have got the mon.
ey for papa's poor people,"
"But l thought little Ida Lynn
was to come here, Susy.'
Mr.. Egremont eyed tho gay as
semblage in dissatisfied sort of
way over the plump, white shout
ders of his married sister, the host
ess.
81 am sure [ invited her." said
Mrs. Danesbury, carelessly. 81 can
not compel people to come"
"Did she know was to be here p
"Of course. | told her so, my
self"
'Its very strange" said Eyre
mont, rehectively. "rd no idea she
would try to avoid me. Why" with
II start and stare, "that's the very
lilac and silver brOcade that used to
be in the old chest at the rectory gar
ret when we were children. l can
smell the cedar fragrance about it
STILL" as the glistening ball dress
t1Oated past him in the waltz; "and
how the deuce has that Spellgrove
girl managed to get hold of it ~
IL can tell you," said Miss Com
fort Price, brisk little maiden lady,
who knew everybody and every
body's business, and who was just
then drinking icrd-cottte, with a
huge double-damask napkin spread
over her lap. III know how it hap
penrd, Mr.. Egremont She bought
it of Ida Lynn for fifty dollars; and
Ida amt here, just because she
lladn't anything to wear, poor
thingw
"But-I beg your pardon, Miss
Comfort ; but all this is so incom-
prehensib!e to me. What could
Miss Lynn want Of fifty dollars ?"
"Why, that's the cream Of the
story" said Miss Comfort, lowering
her voice to confidential whisper
81 do think, Mr.. EgremOnt, that if
the Lord let's angels walk about this
every day world, Ida Lynn is one !
She wanted little money to give
Easter presents to the poor folks
that nobody thinks of,or remembers;
she remembers every one, bless her
little heart; and so she sold her
mothers party dress to Lillian Spell
grove, that would buy the eyes out
of your head if she chose to fancy
'em, and never thinks you had any
feelings that money couldn't plaster
up, and-why, dear me-where has
that fello W vanished to, and me rot
half through my story! That's
modern manners, is it d? uumph ~
And Miss Comfort Price finished
her coffee with her nose ut an angle
of forty five degaees in the air!
The second quadrille had just
commenced in the stately rooms of
the Danesbury mansion, and little
Ida Lynn had hardly turned the
third page of lier book, for she was
nestled close to the wood fire, read.
ing with one flushed cheek on her
hand when Harry, her fourteen-year
old brother, bounced into the room.
"Cinderella y he cried; "Cinder-
ella the Fairy Prince is coming"
"What on earth do you mean,
Harry ~ said Ida, looking up in sur
prise. But before ho could answer
the door swung open, and Harley
stood before her, in full
evening dress.
"Pm tired of Dansbury House,
Ida," said he, in answer to her
bright. questioning look of welcome,
''and you shall be my party to night"
When the rector, bald, benevo-
lent and near-sighted, came stumb-
ling out of his study at ten o'clock,
he found Ida looking into the fire,
with carmine cheeks and eyes like
blue glistening stars.
"Papa,' said she, 81 am very
happy! Mr.. EgremOnt has asked
me to marry him-and he is coming