Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1874-08-07

that white muslin would be the very
thing for you. Get white organdie, and
trim it with"
"You forget. Lillian" said Ida, with a
faint smile, that there are ak children
of us, and new dress is by no means
the every day affair in our household
that you seem to imagine it. Shall
get the dress at once?"
One or two regretful tears dropped
over the cedar wood trunk which con.
tained her dead mothers relics-one OF
two halls acknowledged sighs, given to
the lost happiness she had anticipated
at the ball, and Ida came bravely down
stairs with the lovely fabric of lilac and
silver cleaning over her arm.
"Here, Lillian" she said, softly,
"and | hope you will enjoy wearing it. >
And not until after Miss Spellgrove
had gone did she indulge in the quiet
cry that relieved her overcharged heart
How wicked and foolish l am tc
feel so about it," she reasoned with her.
self, "when l have got the money fol
papa's poor people!"
But thought little Ida Lynn was
to be here, Susy."
Mr.. Egremont eyed the gay assem-
blage in dissatisfied sort of way over
the plump, white shoulders of his mar,
ried sister, the hostess.
q am sure | invited her." said Mrs
Danesbury carelessly. al cannot com
pei people to come"
"Did she know | was to be here }"
"Of course. / told her so, myself"
It's very strange, said Egremont, re
fiectively. I'd no idea she would try
to avoid me. Why" with start and
stare, "that's the very lilac and silver
brocade that used to be in the old chest
at the rectory garret when we were chill
dren. can smell the cedar fragrance
about it STILL" as the glistening ball
dress foated past him in the waltz sand
how the deuce has that Spellgrove girl
managed to get hold of it?
can tell you," said Miss Comfort
Price, brisk little maiden lady, who
knew everybody and everybody's bust
ness, and who was just then drinking
iced coffee, with huge doubie-damask
napkin spread over her lap. e / know
how it happened, Mr.. Egremont. She
bought it of Ida Lynn for fifty dollars
and Ida amt here, just because she
hadn't anything to wear, poor thing +"
Butt beg your pardon, Miss Com
fort but all this is so incomprehensible
to me- What could Miss Lynn want Of
fifty dollars ?"
Why, that's the very cream of thu
story" said Miss Comfort, lowering hel
voice to confidential whisper. dt
think, Mr.. Egremont, that if the Lore
lets angels walk about this every day
world, Ida Lynn is one! She wanted 8
little money to give Easter presents tc
the poor folks that nobody thinks of, OF
remembers; she remembered every one
bless her dear little heart; and so she
sold her mothers party dress to Lillian
Spellgrove, that would buy the eyes ou,
of your head if she chose to take fancy
to 'em, and never thinks you had any
feelings that money couldn't plaster up
snd-why, dear me, where has that fel
low vanished to, and me not half through
my storyl That's modern manners, il
it? Humphl"
And Miss Com fort Price finished hel
coffee with her nose at an angle of forty
FIVE degrees in the air
The second quadrille had hardly com
menced in the stately rooms of the
Danesbury mansion, and little Ida Lynn
had hardly turned the third page of bel
book, for she was nestled close to the
wood fire reading with one flushed cheek
on her hand. when Harry, her fourteen
year-old brother, bounced into the room
Cinderella :" he cried Cinderella
the Fairy Prince is coming!"
What on earth do you mean, Har
rya said Ida, looking up in surprise
But before he could answer, the door
swung open, and Harley Egremont stood
before her, in full evening dress.
I'm tired of Danesbury House, Ida,
said he, in answer to her bright, ques
tioning look of welcome, "and you shal
be my party tonight"
When the rector, bald, benevolent anc
near-sighted came stumbling out of hi
study at ten o'clock he found Ida look
ing into the fire, with carmine cheek
aud eyes like blue glistening stars.
Papa" said she, / am very happy
Mr.. Egremont has asked me to MARI,
him, and he is coming to see you to.mor
row."
And so our little heroine unconscious