Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1874-12-17
lens convenience any length of time
that she chose to mention.r

lskilfully holding it up SO that tn
light should strike its rosy sheen I
The best possible advantage.
How beautiful it was J Amethysts
shot with glimwering lines of silve
buds of spring violets in the sun
shine-midsummer sunsets Lotti
thought of all these beautiful thing
as she looked at it.
"Pray send it home at once sh'
said, laying down her fifty-dollar bill
"and credit this to my account"
And then she tripped around to tht
dress-maker's.
Mrs. Parkerson was at the dress
maker's-a plump. rosy widow, with
more money than she knew how tC
spend. She had always, liked young
Mrs. Mellen. and now entered with
alacrity into her plans.
"a nice place to 60, my dear said
she. "Once LET yourself be seen at
one OF Mrs. Benedict's parties, and
your position in society is settled at
once. | have cards myself; hut. oi
course, so soon after my poor broth.
er's death | couldn't go out. And
You're to 90 in lilac moire antique,
eh, my dear? III 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
diamond necklace. with its glittering
pendant, and the bracelets, studded
with gems, TO say nothing of the
great solitaires, like drops of dew that
hung from her earrings.
"Oh. Mrs Parkerson - she utter.
ed breathlessly; chow can ! ever
thank youi'
"Look as pretty as you can. my
dear. said Mrs. Parkerson. good ma
turedly. "That's the way to thank
me-"
Miss Mousely, the dress-maker,
and Mrs. Mellen were in deep consul
tation rs to whether the front Of the
dress should be cut la Pompadour,
or with pointed corsage, the next
dav, when the latter was summoned
down stairs. There stood Mr.. Pep
per, the painter, in the hall.
Begging your pardon, Ina'am, for
interrupting of you" said he, humbly
doffing 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"
"Mr. Mellen said you'd pay me
without delay, ma'am."
Il can't help what Mr. Mellen
said," exclaimed Lottie. 81 haven't
the money. That is enough"
"But. ma'am, l was assured |
should have it without mistake. |
need it, ma'am to send my sick wife
out West to her mothers, and
81 have no time to stand here talk.
ing any longer" said Lottie, morti-
fed, ashamed, yet still endeavoring
to persuade herself that the man had
no business to be so persistent 81
will let YOU have the sum as soon as
possible. In the meantime, You must
wait
Pepper went away with sad face,
which haunted Mrs. Mellen for many
day, and Lottie returned TO the
dress making operations.
The lilac mpire was made, and
fitted superblv. Sister Helen, who
had a rich husband, lent the point
lace founces and scarf and Mrs. Par.
kerson's man servant brought around
the satin casket of diamonds early.
in the afternoon and Lottie Mellen
went to Mr. Bentley Benedicts ball,
in the same carriage with her sister
and her sisters husband.
"For once. | am equal to any mill
ionaire's wife on the avenue" thought
F! Lottie, with thrill oftriumph at her
heart.
Her entrance made a sensation.
She was quite aware of that as she
swept through the brilliantly-lighied
room and it was no small wonder, for
she vas as beautiful as vision, with
her golden hair, deep blue eyes and
queeniy height, while the lilac MORE
antique and diamonds set her off rare
".
Mr.. Bently Benedict leveled his
eye-glass at her, as she passed on, al
ter The usual presentation to her host
and hostess.
80 that is the wife of your conf
dental clerk, eh, Joe:" said he to his
brother. a silk gown iit for royal
princess, point lace that couldn't have
cost less than one hundred dollars a
ward, and diamonds that blaze like
comets, | don't exactly fancy that
sort of confidential clerk myself. Let
me see-how much did you tell me
YOU paid him Fourteen hundred a
year?
Mr.. Joe Benedict looked uneasily
at the brilliant vision.
Il can't account for it," said he,
slowly. II always supposed Mellen
to be a reliable sort Of u fellcw, but
| must say don't ike the looks OF
this. Pm afraid We have trusted him
too far, although the accounts seem
straight enough. III look into them
tomorrow.
He did look into them.
$50 far they are right, he said tc
himself. But its better to be or
the safe side. A clerk whose wife
dresses like a duchess can't I've alto
gether straight. I'll discharge him.