The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1876-08-02
Independence Gained and Lost.

must come"
"I don't think I can," said Carrie,
her eyes wandering over Julia's dainty
fresh linen suit, and up to the bewitch-
ing Dolly Warden hat which completed
lovely picture.
"Why net, deara Oh, I want YOU
to! Perhaps you don't care to conner"
This last with coa1ipg pout.
eyes, do; but -
Never mind the sbuts.' I shall ex
pec you. Cousin Frank Warden ia
com;ng up, and he can walk over with
you in the evening""
81 don't mind the getting home, {"
replied Carrie, with laugh.
"Ihen, goodbye. You'll GOMEZ"
think not" But Carries voice
was faint, and her eyes danced at the
thought of fun.
The thoroughly buttoned groom tuck
hounces, and Julia kissed her hand as
the sprightly ponies stepped off down
the road. Carrie leaned her arms on
the gate and watched the phaeton with
pleased face. Julia was a dear friend
AS young ladies estimate Affection
and 1T was pleasant to see her drive up
with so much ease, and leave agreeable
thoughts OF untold good things When
the !eafy branches hid her from sight,
Carrie turned, and, stopping a moment
to set up plant which dropped, and to
examine bush which gave promise of
speedy blossoming, returned to the
house.
ooh, want to go - she declared, as
she threw open closet door. "I do
SO like to have some fun on the Fourth;
and this will be splendid
music, dancing, fireworks, ice cream,
without having to make it yourself
OIL and Carrie whirled about the
room at the thought. "But all the
ladies will be so elegantly dressed.
Julia said she should wear white
organdy trimmed with Valenciennes.
Now never could bear not to be we'll
dressed too:" and she darted into the
closet, and came out with two dresses
over her arm. "There's no use look
ing,, she exclaimed, throwing them on
the bed; g! know what they are like.
The barege has a great darn in front.
and the muslin is horribly faded across
the shoulders. can't wear INV black
silk, for 1 should ruin it. Oh, dear -
With great sigh she sat on the foot
of the bed, and, curling up her feet.
rested her chin in the hollow of her
hand. "Then my hat It isn't a
Dolly Warden, or anything but an old
sundown." It would be impossible to
give the emphasis of contempt with
which Carrie uttered that word.
Why should I care" she so'ilo-
quized. I" If the year had been better
L should have had white pique; but
poor father was so pressed did not ask
for the money. / know it's all ripht.
but had counted on going all the time,
and can't unless can have something
pretty to wear" Carrie spoke with de-
termination, and gave tho fading sunset
o perplexed, troubled look. As the quiet
skies and whispering trees presented no
solution of the question, she brought
her gaze in until it rested on her lap.
She saw neat white apron, and under
meath that a really very pretty blue and
white striped cambria.
"I'll wear thisl" cried Carrie, Jump
ing up. "There, freedoml Haven't
read and read about women emanci-
pating themselves from the rule OF fash
ion-that it would lead to progress in
higher ideas, and be so good for them
Have one dress and wear il, no matter
what others did. How they'd be re-
respected, and how happy they'd be I
I'll try it. I haven't ANYTHING else to
wear, and it's pretty, and I'll do it up
myself and make it look nicely. I'll
put blue ribbon in my hat, and CO."
Her fathers farm adjoined Mr.. Liv-
ingston's country seat, aud Julia and
Carrie had been summer friends for
years. Julia liked Carries hearty, un-
manner, and it was pleasure