Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1875-02-05

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All the above conversation carried on in
low tone, was apparently unheard by the
smiling clerk, whose quick ear had, howev-
er, caught every word of it. He looked
again at the sweet-faced little lady, resolv-
ing that Floy Hartley should introduce
him at the party, for which his card of in
vitation had already been received.
Come, Winnie, give me the benefit of
your taste, said Marcia +; Il am tired of all
the bright colors that suit my Indian style
of beauty. Is there noa one of those deli
cate tints that could wear p
The peach blossom, Marcia, with black
lace. If you will come over / will show
you new fold for trimming
oh, Madame B will make it up
handsomely. l never make an evening
dress, do you?'
1 make all my dresses. 1 took lessons
of a first rate dressmaker on purpose
You like the peach blossom p
Il DO, holding it against her companions
shoulder. 1T is certainly becoming. Not
so garing as pink, but as pretty. Your
black lace overdress will be lovely with it. ,
Il shall have an overskirt of the same,
with a new thread lace trimming. l teas
ed ia out OF new dress this morning, and
L mean to have the full benefit of his gene
rosity. Twenty-Five yards she added to
the clerk, and Win measured off the dress.
He saw the ladies going from counter to
counter, and the hour being still early, had
leisure to Saunter about little, marking
Vinnie's purchase of blue ribbons and her
care in selecting what was of good quality
her selection of gloves, and her unselfish
interest in her friends purchase, from the
dress and thread lace to the gloves and a
costly web of handkerchief. Evidently
Miss Marcia intended that her father
should indeed supply an entire new dress.
There was discussion over some exqui-
site new fans, a recent importation exqui-
sitely displayed by clerk. Vinnie's qui-
ct can't afford it, was proof against temp
tation, but Marcia added white feather
fan of dainty beauty to her list of pur-
chase.
Floy Hartley was rather surprised that
Will Stanton, who was favorite OF her
fathers, while she had won Uncle Josh's
heart, never paid her those marked atten-
tions that were so evidently the desire of
the old gentleman. But her surprise was
changed to chagrin when he asked spe-
clal introduction to Miss Winnie Holway,
and was that young lady's devoted cava-
lier for the evening OF Miss Hartley's par
ty.
The young lady in white with blue rib
bons p she had said in answer TO his re-
quest that is Miss Holway, a school
mate of Marcia LivingstOue's. l have met
her at the Livingstone but am not very
well acquainted. Marcia tells me her ia
ther is quite we'll off, but has very large
family
All this Will found later was true. There
was large family, and Winnie was the
very sunshine of home. Well educated
herself, she was always ready to assist the
Younger ones in their studies. With MINI
BILE fingers, trained to work, she saved her
father many dollars by her ability to cut
and fit dresses, and her willingness to i'm.
part some of her knowledge to her sisters.
A neat housekeeper she spared her mother
time for reading, or rest. And yet she was no
drudge. In society she was always appro-
priately and tastefully dressed. She was a
good pianist, and sung well in clear, cul-
tivated voice. She was well read, and kept
up an intelligent interest in all current to-
pics, conversins easily, though modestly.
Will found that at every visit to- Mr..
Holway's pleasant sitting-room increased
his distaste for clearinghouse life, and his
love for pretty Winnie Holway, till be found
himself in serious consultation with uucls
Josh again.
SO it is not my pet, Floy Hartley said
the old gentleman. 1T would serve you
right ILL married her myself
L will give my CONSENT Will said, smil-
ingly.
No. my boy, mol You and your 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 cOun-
try boy then, and to own farm was the
very heigh. of my ambition. l was work
ing hard for farmer named Nelson, for L
had no parents, when their came to visit
my employer 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 advent of Josephine Nelson was an
advent in our village, and here beauty and
grace were fully appreciated by all the
rough pumpkins around her. Working
her Cousins farm, l was constantly near
her. drove her if she wished, to see the
surrounding scenery, and as We jolted over
the rough country roads she told me of the
great city, of the openings their for energy,
industry and talent. She found | was
fond of reading, and lent me volumes of
poetry she had brought with her from the
city. Books were rare treasures forty years
ago. Will. We read the sweet measured
lines together /; We walked together in
shaded lanes and gathered wild flowers
which she wore in her bosom and hair. TO