The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1875-03-30


this money and buy the moire antique;
Grant will wait on me for the other thir-
Fty.fve,I am sure; and as for the painter,
just as likely as not he's in no hurry for
the money, and if he is, I'll write to un-
Gle Jessie to lend me fifty dollars, / was
always Uncle Jessie's faverite niece
And this eager yonng woman threw
on her bonnet and shawl ard hurried
down to Grants to buy the remnant of
lilac MORE antique. i -
"Oh, certainly! certainly! Mr.. Grant
was in no hurry for the money. He
would wait Mrs. Mellen's convenience
any length of time she chose to men
ton"
And he unfolded the rich fabric, skill
fully holding it up so that the light
should strike its rosy sheen to the best
possible advantage.
How beautiful it was! Amethysts
shot with glimmering lines of silver
buds of spring violets in the sunshine.
midsummer sunsets. Lottie thought of
all those things as she looked at it.
"'Pray send it home at once" she said,
laying down her fifty dollar bill, ..and
credit this to my account" aig .s7ies
And then she tripped around to the
|dressmaker's.
Mrs. Parkerson was at the dressma
ker's-a plump, rosy widow. with more
money than she knew how to spend
She had always liked young Mrs. Mellen,
and now entered with alacrity into her
|.plaess
ga niceplace to go, my DEAR" said
she. "Once let yourself. be seen at one
of Mrs. Benedict's parties, and your po-
sition in society is settled at once. /
have cards myself; but of course, 80 soon
after my brothers death, l couldn't go
out. And you're to go in lilac MORE
antique, eh, my dear? I'll tell you what.
l want you to look nice, and I'll lend
you my diamonds -
Lottie's cheeks flushed exultantly as
she thought of Mrs. Parkerson's dia-
mond necklace with its glittering pend
ant, and the bracelets studded with gems,
to say nothing of the great solitaires,
like drops of dew that hung from her
earrings. ''''sS, .'-.
eOh, Mrs. Parkerscn!" she exclaimed
breathlessly, show Can Lever thank
you2" 4 q.rg
stLook as pretty as you can,my dear"
said Mrs. Parkerson, good naturedly.---
l"That's the way to thank me-"
Miss Mously,the dressmaker, and Mrs
Mellen were in deep consultation as to
whether the dress should be cut a Ia
Pompadour or with corsage,the next day,
when the latter was summoned down
stairs. There stood Mr.. Pepper, the
painter, in the hall.
i "Begging your pardon, ma am, for in
terrupting you" said he, humbly dofffng
his cap; "but Mr.. Mellen told me you
would let me have the money on my lit
| tie account %
i Lotlie crimsoned. iifls $. 5f3
81 am very sorry. Mr. Pepper" said
she uervously, "but you must call again
next month"
"Mr Mellen said you'd pay me with
out delay, ma'am." ''a
81 can't help what Mr. Mellen said,'
exclai imed Lottie. 81 haven't the money
That's enough"
Il "But, ma'am, / was assured I should
have 1t without any mistake. I need it
a'am,to send my sick wife out West t.
mothers, and" s
| 81 fn cfo {al
any longer said Lottie, mortified, ,asham
ed, yet still endeavoring to persuade her
self that the man had no business to be
, persistent Il will let YOU have the sum
as soon as possible. In the meantime
You must waltz
Pepper went away with sad face
which haunted Mrs. Mellen for many 8
day, snd Lnttie returned to the dress
t making operations
The lilac moire aniique was made, ,ani
fitted superhly. Sister Helen, who hat
a rich husband, lent the p1Et lace foun
ces and scarf.and Mrs Palkerson's man
servant brought. around the satin caske
, Of diamonds early in the afternoon ant
Lottie Mellen went to Mrs. Benedict.
ball, in the same carriage with her sis
ter's husband.
"For once I am cqral to any million
( aires wife on the avenue" thought Lot
| tie, with a thrill of triumph at her heart
0 Her entrance made sensation. Sh,
was quite aware of that as she swep
e through the brilliantly lighted rooms
] and it was no small wonder, for she wa
as beautiful as a vision, with her colder
hair, while the moire antique and dia
u monds set her off rarely.
e Mr.. Bentley Benedict leveled his e, e
r glasses at her as she passed on, after tn
t usual presentation to her host and host
n ess. .sN
e $50 that is the wife of your confller
e tial clerk. ell, .Ioe2" said he 70 his brotl
|, er "a silk gown for royal princes.
pcin. lace that couldn't have cost les
r than hundred dollars yard, and di.
:, mondI that blaze like comets! / don
y exacly fancy that kind of a confident:
clerk myself! Let me see how much di
a you tell me you paid him? Fourtee
hundred ayear?"