The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-04-13
LOVE AND DRESS MAKING.

Have given you BACK your youth to-day.
LOVE AND DRESS MAKING.
500 YOU really love me, Charley"
"Do really live and breathe? Now,
Ruth. what's the use of asking such an
absurd question as that, when you know
perfectly well that l don't belong to my.
self at all. I'm a slave-a miserable, alb.
.ject captive in the chain of your swee,
eyes and gentle words-and what's more
| haven't had the least desire to regain
my lost freedom"
"Nonsensc, Charley
But Ruth Murray said nonsense in a
tone that clearly meant "The very best
advantage of the coqucttish syllables &C.
cordingly.
They were sitting in the library of the
capacious, luxurious old country house,
with bright fire of hickory logs blazing
on the marble hearth, and the bay win.
dow, curtained with warm crimson folds
just revealed glimpse of clear orange
twilight belted with the silver crescent OF
the new moon! You could not distinguish
much from the Pickering, uncertain light,
but the eye of a romancist is supposed to
be preternaturally gifted, and the pen of a
romancist in no way deviates from the
truth in saying that Charles Trevor was
tall, and dark, and handsome, with wavy
black hair and frank lips, and eyes where
the brown shadows melted almost imper-
ceptibly into velvet blackness.
And Ruth Murray-what shall we say
of her, as she sits there on little cricket,
with the capriciOus fire CLEANS darting in
lines of light up and down the "bugle
trimming" of her piquant velvet jacket,
and occasionally pausing to mirror the M.
selves retlcctiJely IN the liquid blue
depths of her lovely eyes! What can We
say: Only that she was very small and
very plump, with long, brown eyelashes,
and lips red and ripe as wintergreen ber-
rics, and hair like golden water, stirred
into fantastic ripples by summer evening
winds! Only that she was wonderfully
pretty, and coquettish withal, as most
pretty girls are apt to be! Isn't that
enough?
"Charlcy," she said, thoughtfully,
playing with one of the sparkling buttons
of her Jacket, L do believe that YOU
love mc-but I'm afraid that your senli.
ments will undergo all alteration, when
you know that-that-'
hat what"
II ought to have told you before" fall
tered Ruth, coloring wildly, and seeming
t" shrink away from the ruddy shine Of
the cmbcr>, only"
Told me ,chat, darling?'
That am only a dressmakcr"
You dressmakcr! And visiting al
Wardley Placer"
Kate Wardley and l were school
mates, Charley-and she is very kind -
and she promised to tell nobody, lest PEG.
pie should be cold to me!''
Hold on minute, Ruih," said Mr..
Trevor. 81 didn't ask the question be-
cause The fact made one whit's difference
in our relations toward one another-only
was taken a little by surprise as it were
y drcSsmakcr are you. Well, Ruth,
shouldn't care if you were crossing
sweep: l love you-and that's quite
enough for NE"
But, Charley, I am poor and OBJ
scurc'
"What Of that: Pm not rich by any
means, but am fully capable of work
ing for us both-and as for being OBJ
sCurp, why, we'll try and see if we can.
make ourselves name in the world,
Ruth"
l'Nl YUn dlC uOl oUoCulC, OudIlCS-lnC
1rcvOrs stand first and foremost in the cir
cIcs Of New York; know that, humble
little dressmakcr though am"
What them
Why, the world will say that you have
made Il naesaliance"
And what care l for the worlds YER
dict as long as am happy in your love ?
Little Ruth, what sort of a mercenary rem
eeade do you take me for? l love you
and I'm going to marry YOU"
There was a glitter suspiciously like
tears on the long eyelashes, as Ruth felt
Charles Tr.vor's loving glance resting on
her face, and the little hand stole softly
into his with an unconsciously confding
movement.
= Charley,' said Ruth, in soft, sti-
fled voice: "1'll try TO be a good wife to
YOU
And then-Oh, strange, inscrutable
heart of woman!-Ruth Murray cried Just
because she was so very happy.
And the next day the gay little coun-
try house coterie broke up, all the guests
going their several ways, and owning
one to another that they had had de-
llghtful time" and the next chapter in
their book of fashionable dissipation had
commenced.
While Ruth Marray went home to lit.
tie two-story brick house where a staring
tin sign bore the words: Miss Mackenzie.
Dressmaker," put small thimble upon
her taper middle finger, threaded her nee
die, and went resolutely to work.
The bright January sunshine was turn
ing the crusted snow to diamonds. and
making Miss Makenzie's shabby ingram
carpet look half dozen degrees shabbier
than ever-the wooden clock had lust
struck eleven, and Ruth Murray, in a
blue delainc dress and trim linen collar,
was lacking together De breadths of a
gold colored glace silk, with her rosy
mouth full of pins. Miss Mackenzie stood
watching her, with skirt lining depend
ing from her bony arm.
Ruth" said the old maid, obviously,
81 don't understand you at ALL"
Don't you, Hetty? Well, that's not
at all strange, for half the time l don't un-
derstand MYSELF
"No; but-Ruth, this arrangement
seems to me SO unsatisfactory-so insult
able"
Don't my work give satisfaction"
l never had an apprentice learn half
so quickiy-those white little fingers of
yours seem gifted by magic"
"Thank you," said Ruth, bowling de.
murely. 1.-THE spool of yellow silk.
please. Didn't you tell me that Miss Ire.
vor was coming here at eleven to try on
her apple-green crape?"
$50 she said-and there is the sleigh
dashing up to the door now, with the
horses all foaming, and the driver in his
gold banded hat. It's fine thing to be
rich. Are you sure the dress is ready,
Ruth ?"
''Quite."
Perhaps Ruth Murray's cheek was q
trihe pinker than usual as Miss Trevor
rustled loftily into the room, butctherwise
there was no shade of difference n her
manner or demeanor.