The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-01-22

And he unfoded the rich fabric, skillfully
holding it up so that the light should strike
its rosy sheen to the best possible advan-
nge.
How beautiful it was Amethysts, shot
with glimmering lines of silver-buds of
spring violcts in the Observation-Disclosures
sunsets Lottie thought Of all these beauti-
ful things as she looked at II.
"Pray send it home at once" she said,
laying down her filty-dollar bill, 'and credit
thi, to my account"
And then she tripped around to the dress
makers.
Mrs. Parkerson was at the dressmaker's-l
a plump, rosy widow, with more money than
she knew how to spend, She bad always
liked young Mrs Mellen, and now entered
with alacrity into her plans.
ga nice place to go, my DEAR" said she.
I"0nce let yourself be seen at one Of Mrs.
Benedicfs parties, and your position in
society is settled at once. l have cards my
self; but, Of course, so soon after my poor
brothers death couldn't go out. And
you're to go in lilac moiTe antique, eh, my
dear? I'll 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. PaEkerson's diamond neck
lace, 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.
y "Oh, Mrs. Parkerson - she uttered
breathlessly; show can l ever thank youY
"Look as pretty as you can, my dear"
) said Mrs, Parkerson, good-naturedly.
"That's the way to thank me -
5 Miss Mousely, the dressmaker, and Mrs.
: Mellen were in deep consultation as to wheth-
, er the front of the dress should be cut a Ia
! Pompadour, or with pointed corsage, the
next day, when the latter was summoned
I down stairs. There stood Mr.. Pepper, the
: painter, in the hail.
[ Begging your pardon, ma'am, for inter
4 rupting of you," said he, humbly dofiing
r his cap; "but Mr.. Mellen told me you
E 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.. AIellen said," ex-
: claimed Lottie 81 haven't the money.
| That is enough!'
1 'But, a'am, l was assured should
have it without mistake. need it, ma am,
to send my sick wife out West to her moth
er's, and"
: Il have no time to stand here talking any
, longer" said Lottie, mortified, ashamed,
; yet still endeavoring to persuade herself that
G the man had no business to be so persistent.
b, 81 will let you have the sum as soon as pos
: sible. In the meantime, you must wait ~
Pepper went away with sad face, which
}, haunted Mrs. Mellen for many day. and
. Lottie returned to the dressmaking opera
It tions
f The lilac moire was made, and fitted su-
. lperbly. Sister Helen, who had rich hus-
band, lent the point lace aounces and scarf
1t and Mrs. Parkerson's man-servant brough
I, around the satin casket of diamonds early
t in the afternoon; and Lottc Mellen went t,
Mrs. Bentley Benedict's ball, in the SAINT
carriage with her sister and her sisters nus
in band.
&c For once, am equal to any millionaire
lie wife on the avenue" thought Lottic, with
lc thrill Of triumph at her heart.
Her entrance made sensation. She wa
X quite aware of that as she swept througl
id the brilliantly-lighted rooms and it wa
ir small wonder, for she was as beautiful as
I'd vision, with her golden hair, deep-blue eye
ed and queenly height, while the lilac more an
tique and diamonds set her off rarely.
Mr. Bently Benedict leveled his eye-glas
5u at her, as she passed on, after the usual pre-
ne sentaton to her host and hostess.
v, $50 that is the wife of your confdentis
re clerk, eh, Joe?" said he to his brother. "4
n. silk gown fit for a royal princess, point lac
er that couldn't have cost less than one hundre
es dollars yard, and diamonds that blaze lik
comets don't exactly fancy that sort o
a confidential clerk myself! Let me see-ho
ny much did you tell me you paid him? Foul
Is teen hundred year ?"
Mr.. Joe Benedict looked uneasily at IL
. brilliant vision.
81 can't account for it" said he, slowl.
or 81 always supposed Mellen to be reliab
an sort of a fellow, but mus. say don't lii
h- the looks of this, I'm afraid we have trustC
is him too far, although the accounts see
on straight enough. I'll look into them Il
morrow.
rst lie did look into them.
ZEN So far they arc right" he said to hiI
,ye self. but it's better to be on the safe sid
A clerk whose wife dresses like duche
ote can't be altogether straight. I'll dischari
him !"
tbe So Clarence Mellen lost his situation,
of the beginning of winter, with hard tim
lse looking him grimly in the face.
IN, IN, Mr.. Benedict told him frankly why.
sen M 81 saw your wife at my brother Bente,
po boU - eaid ba dra..aad in rnoire antinr