The Van Buren press., 1875-04-27

party why, lu., ~ VIII De one OI tuc
most drcssy occasions Of the season.
You have never been at one Of Floy
Hartley's parties 2
No; Miss Hartley is recent scquain.
tance.'
Then, take my advice, and get hand.
some dress. You have no idea how much
they dress there
Il can't afford it, Marcia
'Oh, nonsense!
But it is fact have been out so
much, this winter, that my allowance will
not last me until spring unless anu very
economical
Ask for more, then. never pretend
to keep within my allowance
i am saving for new piano, and !
GaIspat- -aSkosd-apy extravaganza
g .Gliaptass -fsii'sn S-v wear
i have new waite organdie that
Aunt Kate gave me, last summsr, that
did not need. so it has not been made up.
| shall make it so that it will serve me,
aftcrward, as a summer dress
20, Vim! Vim! As if your father
would not give yeu twenty new dresses,
it you asked for them!
Il know he would, but he gives me a
liberal allowance, and find it sufficient
with margin for.saying.
All the above conversation. carried on
IN a low tone, was apparently unheard by
the smiling clerk, whose quick ear, how
ever, caught every word of it. He look
ed again at the sweet faced little lady, re.
solving that Floy Hartley should intro.
duce him at the party for which his card
Of invitation had already been received
Come, Winnie, give me the benefit OF
your TASTE said Marcia; am tired of
all the bright colora that suit my Indian
style of beauty Is there not one OF
those delicate tints that could wearY'
The peach blossom, Marcia, with
black lace If you will come over will
show you new fold for trimming.
oh, Madame B----wil make it up
handsomely. never make an evening
dres, do your
Il make all my dresses l took les
sons of first rate dressmaker on pur.
pose
You lika the peach blossom
Il do holding it against her compan
ions shoulder. 1t is certainly bec0m
ing. Not so glaring as pink but as
pretty. Your black lace overdress will
be lovely with it,
Il shall have an overskirt of the snme,
with new thread lace trimming l teased
pa out Of new dress this morning, and
| mean to have the full benefit Of his gen.
erosity. Twenty fivesyards, she added
to the clerk, aud Will measured off the
dress
There was discussion over some cx-
quisite new fans, q .ectat importation ex.
quisiteIy displayed by clerk. Vinnies
quiet cant afford it, was proof against
temptation, but Marcia added white
feather fan of dainty teauty to her list
Of purchase.
Floy Hartley was rather surprised that
Will Stanton, who was favorite Of her
fathers, while she had won Uncle Joshs
heart, never paid her those marked at
tcntions that were so evidently the de.
sire Of the old gentleman But her sur
prise was changed to chagrin when he
dohSu loi " spSSiaI itio"uStiVh w WiSs
Winnie Holway, aud was that young la
dy's devoted caviler, for the evening Of
Miss Hartley's warty
The young lady in white, with blue
ribbons p she had said in answer to his
request; that is Miss Holway, school
mate Of Marcia Livingstone's / have
met her at the Lvingstone's but am not
very well acquainted Marcia tells me
her father is quite well off, but has very
large family
All Of this Will found later was quite
true. There was large family, and Vim
ME was the very sunshine of home We'll
educated, herself, she was always ready
to assist the younger ones in their stud
les. With nimble fingers trained to work
she saved her father many dollars BY hel
ability to cut and fit dresses, and her viii
lingness to impart some OF her knowl
edge to her sisters A neat housekeepei
she spared her mother many an hour foi
visiting, reading or rest. And yet she
wac no drudge. In society she was al
ways appropriately and tastcfuly drcssd
She was good pianist, and sung well
in a clear, cultivated voice She was wei
read, and kept up an Intelligent interes,
in all csrrent topics, conversing easily
though modcst!y.
Will found that ut every visit to Mr.
Holway's pleasant slttng.room increased
his dstaste for boarding house life, and
his love for pretty Winnie Holway. till
he found himself in seri0ns consultation II
with Uncle Josh, again.
SO it is not my pet. Floy Hartley,
said tho old gentleman. 1t would serve
you right il l married her myself
Il will give my consent Will. said,
smilingly.
NO, my boy, no! You and your pret
ty, pretty Winnie must fill my old heart
as you have promised me . corner in
your home long years ago. Will, when
my hair was as brown as your own, and
my eyes as bright, /, too, had my love
dream was country boy, then, and
to own farm was the very height Of my
ambition. ] was working hard for far
mer named Nelson, for | had no parents,
when there came to visit my employer a
cousin from the great city of New York
In those days, Will, New York seemed
farther away from the small country
place than Europe seems now. The ad
vent Of Josephine Nelson was an advent
in our Village, and her beauty and grace
were fully appreciated by the rough
pumpkins around her. Working on her
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