The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-06-07

Didn't you tell me that Miss Trevor
was coming here at eleven to try on
her dress" ?"
$50 she said-and there is the car.
riage dashing up to the door. It's a
fine thing to be rich. Are you sure the
dress is ready, RUTH"
"Quite."
Perhaps Ruth Murray's cheek was a
trifle pinker than usual as Miss Trevor
rustled loftily into the room but other,
wise there was no shade of difference
in her manner or demeanOr.
"Pm afraid Pm little behind time, y
began the imperious young lady throw
ing Off her costly ermine cape; "but
Why Ruth Murray, this surely
cannot be youn
at is |, Miss Trevor"
Maria Trevor stared.
"Oh, you've come TO have dress
fitted-Miss Mackenzie has such sue
cess"
"NO," said Ruth, quietly; 81 am
Miss Mackenzie's assistant"
ga dressmaker" almost shricked
Miss Trevor.
eyes: a dressmaker."
Maria drew herself up haughtily.
"This is very strange" she said frig-
idly; may, it is quite unaccOuntable.
| thought you were a visitor at Ward
ley place"
81 was"
"And did Kate Wardley know"
"Who l was? Perfectly.
Maria tossed her head.
"ppOn-my-word !! this.was really a
grattIitOus an insult to her other
guests? Kate Wardley shall know my
opinion of her cOnductv
Ruth had grown pale and then red;
but the next moment score of laugh
ing dimples broke out around her
mouth.
at was dreadful to admit a dress
maker into the circle of her aristOcratic
friends-and it was unheard of audac-
ity in the dressmaker to venture within
the charmed limits. viii you allow
me to try on your dress, Miss TrevOr?"
Maria stood haughtily silent in the
middle of the room, while Ruth
mounted on a stool, to bring her nearer
to Miss TrevOr's height, put in pins
here and there, and laid little folds and
basted refractory seams.
"She is pretty" thought Maria, as
the sunlight glanced athwart Ruth's
golden hair, and showed the eXquis-
itely fine texture of her rose-leaf skin.
"No pearl powder there! wonder if
there is any truth in the report that
Charles fancied her The idea of our
brother flirting with dressmaker--for
of course it was nothing more than
firtation!"
And Miss Maria uncOnsciOusly gave
herself such a jerk that two pins flew
half across the room, and Ruth arched
her eyebrows.
"Dear me, Miss Trevor, l shall never
get your dress fitted if you don't stand
still ~
"Home !" said Maria Trevor, imper-
atively, to the Coachman, as she folded
the gay Afghan over her silken skirts.
Mrs. Trevor was dreaming over bit
Of embroidery by the fire; and Charles
Trevor, standing in the bay window,
was glancing UP and down the columns
of the morning paper, as Miss Maria
entered. 1t was a magnificent draw
ing-room, with ceilings of fresco and
gold, and carpets soft and rich as finest
moss, white, plate-glass windows hung
with massive satin draperies, let in a
softened light; and rich pictures glim-
mered on the walls. The Trevors were
not rich-but the TrevOrs were very
worldly, and knew exactly how to make
appearances their tool.
"Mamma, what do you Think" ex-
claimed Maria, breathless and eager;
"that Ruth Murray, whom we met at
Wardley Place-the pretty blonde ]
told you Of"
"What of herr" asked Mrs. Trevor,
as Maria stopped for breath, and Charles
looked quickly up, with deep flush
on his cheek.
"She's nothing but a dressmaker"
"Nonsense, Maria! You must be
mistaken"
"But | am not mistaken, mamma! |
saw her this very morning at Miss Mac
kenzies and she tried my dress on with
her own hands w
"Surely, my love, Kate Wardley
would never invite young person in
that social position To-"
"But, mamma, the Wardleys are so
odd, you never know what freaks they
may be guilty of. The idea Of a COM
mon dressmaker's presuming to asso-
ciate with those so far above herw
"Stop moment, Maria" said
Charles Trevor, advancing into the
room. 81 have yet to learn in what
respect Miss Murray is at all inferior
to any of the guests at Wardley Place.
In my estimation, her beauty, grace,
and intellect place her far above any
young lady therew
"There, mamma, told you how it
wasp said Maria, turning to her
mother. "Charles has been just fool
ish enough to become infatuated with
her baby face. wish we had never
gone to Wardley Place."
"My dear boy" urged Mrs. Trevor,
"you surely cannot be in earnest"
Mother" said Charles. quietly, 81
am so deeply and entirely in earnest,