Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-12-26


as not he $ in no hurry for his money, and
if he is. I'll write to Uncle jesse to lend me
ffty dollars. | was always uncle Jesse's
favorte niece
And this eager yonng woman threw on
her bonnet and shaw, and hurried down to
Grants to buy the remnant Of lilac MORE
antique.
"Oh, certainly! certainly Mr. Grant
WAS in no hurry at all for the money. He
would wait Mrs Mellen'S convenience any
length of time that she chose to mention"
And he uniulded the rich fabric. skillfully
holding it up 50 that the light should strike
its rosy sheen to the best possible advan-
tage.
How beautiful it was, AmethySts, shot
with slimmering lines Of slver-buds OF
spring violctS in the sun>hine-midsnmme
flu things as She 10 'ked ut It,
''Pray semi it home at once she said,
LAYING down her fitty-doar bill, 'and credit
this to my account
And then She ttippel around to the dress
makers
Mrs. ParkerSon was at ,he dressmaker rs
4 plump, rosy widow, with more money than
She knew how to spend. She had always
liked young Mrs Mlen, and now entered
with alacrity into her plans.
A nice place to g, my DEAR said She.
"Oncc let yourself be seen at one Of Mrs.
Benedict'S parties, and your position in
society is settled at once | have cards my
self but, Of course, 50 soon after my poor
brothers. death | couldn't go out. And
you're to 60 in lilac mole antique, ch, my
dear? III tell You what want you to
look nice, and I'll lend you my diamonds ~
Lottie's cheeks flushed cxultantly as she
thought of Mr.. Parkcrson' diamond neck
lace, viii. its sitieriny pcndant, and the
bracelets, studded with gems, to say nothing
of the great soiitaircS, like drops Of dew
that hung from her earrings.
''Oh, Mrs. Parkcrson.' She uttered
brcaihlc>>'y; chow can ever thank you?
''look as pretty as You can, my dear,
said Mrs. Parkcr>on, good-naturedly.
"That'S the way to thank me
Miss MpuScly, the dre~smalier and Mrs..
Mcicn were III deep consultation as to wheth-
or the front of the dress should be cut Ia
prmpadour. or with pointed cor>age, the
mex, day, Wien the latter wa, summoned
dow ~:;.ir~. There stood Mr.. Pepper, the
painter, IN tie bal.
"Brg.ing yoIr PARDON mr'am. for inter
ruptng Of you,' said he, hum'ly dniliing
lii cap; "but Mr.. Mcllen tod me YOU
would let me nave the money on my little
account -
Lottir crimsoncd.
81 am very sorry. Mr. Pepper said She,
ncrvo sly; ''but--blt You mustcall again
next month ~
Mr.. Mellen said you'd pay nc without
delay, ma am
81 cant help what Mr.. Melen saii,' ex-
claimed Lottic. Il haven't the money.
Tiat is enough, :"
"But. ma am, I was assured should
have it without mistake. need it, ma ain,
to send my sick vile out West to her moth
cr'S, and"
81 have no time to stand here talking any
longer said lottie, mortified, ashamed,
yet still cndeayoring to persuade herself that
the man had no business to be so persistent.
81 will let you have the sum as soon as pos
sibe. In the meantime, You must wait -
Pepper Went away with il sad face, which
haunted Mrs. Mellen for many a day, and
Lottie returned to the dressmaking opera
tions.
The lilac MORE was made, and fitted su-
pe,biy. Sister Helen. who had rich hus-
band, lent the point lace founce> and scarf
and Ms. Parkcrsons man-Seryant brought
around the satin caskct Of diamonds early
in the afternoon and Lottie Mellen went to
Mrs Bentley Benedict'S ball, in the same
carriage with her sister and her sisters hus-
band.
For once. am equal to any miIlionaire's
wife on the avenue" thought Lottic, with q
thrill of triumph at her heart.
Her entrance made Il sensation She was
quite aware of that as she swept through
the brlliant.y-ighted rooms and it was
small wonder, for .he waS as beautiful as u
vision, with her golden hair, deep-b!ue eyes
and queenIy height, while the lilac more an
tique and diamonds set her off rarely.
Mr.. Benty Benedict leveled his eye-glass
at her, as she passed on after the usual pre-
sentation to her host and hostess.
80 that is the wife Of Your confidential
clerk, eh, Joe?' said he 10 his brother. "A
silk gown fit for a royal princess, point lace
that couldn't have cost less than one hundred
dollars yard, and diamonds that blaze like
comets don't exactly fancy that sort of
confidential clerk myself. Let Inc see-how
much did you tell Inc you paid him? Four
teen hundred a year?'
MIR. Joe Benedict looked uneasily at the
brilliant vision.
81 can't account for it," said he, slowly.
81 always supposed Mellen to be reliable
sort of fellow, but mus: say don't like
the looks of this, I'm afraid we have trusted
him too far, although the accounts seem
straight enough. I'll look into them to-
morrow.
lie did look into them.
" So far they are right he said to HIM