Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1877-11-14

ed OF all the bright colors that suit my
Indian style of beauty. Is there not
one of those delicate tints that l could
wear ?"
1.-The peach blossom, Marcia, with
black lace, If you will come over l
will show you new fold for trimming"
"Oh, Madam B-will make it up
handsomely. Inever make an evening
dress, do you?"
81 make all my dresses, l took lessons
Of 2 first rate dressmaker on purpose. "
II do" holding it against her COM
panion's shoulder. SIT is certainly be-
coming. Not so glaring as a pink, but
as pretty. Your black overaress will
be lovely with it,"
81 shall have an overskirt of the same,
with a new thread lace trimming. 1
teased pa out of new dress this morn
ing, and 1 mean to have the full bene-
fit Of his generosity. Twenty-Five
yards" she added to the clerk, and Will
measured off the dress.
He saw the ladies going from coun-
ter to counter, and the hour beng still
early, had leisure to saunter about a
little, marking Vlnnie's purchase of blue
ribbons and her care in selecting what
was of good quality, her selection Of
gloves, and her unselfish interest in all
of her friends purchases, from the dress
and thread to the gloves and costly
web Of handkerchief. Evidently Miss
Marcia intended that her father should
indeed supply an entire new dress.
There was discussion over some ex-
quisite new fans, a recent importation
exquisitely displayed by clerk. Vim
MES quiet cant afford it," was proof
against temptation, but Marcia added a
white feather fan Of dainty beauty to
her list purchases.
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 attentions that were so evident
" the desire of the old gentleman. But
her surprise was changed to chagrin,
when he asked special introduction to
Miss Winnie Holway, and was that
young lady's devoted cavalier for the
evening of Miss Hartley's party.
The young lady in white with blue
she had said in answer 10 his
request that is Miss Holway, the
school-mate ofMarcia Liyingstone's.
have met her at the Livingstone's, but
am not very well acquainted. Marcia
tells me her father is quite well off, but
has very large family"
All of this Will found, later, was
quite 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 nimble fingers.
trained to work, she saved her father
many dollars by her ability to cut and
bit dresses and her willingness to impart
some of her knowledge to her sister.
A neat housekeeper. she spared her
mother many an hour for visiting,
reading or rest. In society she was al
ways appropriately and testefully dress
cd. She was good pianist, and sang
well in clear, cultivated voice. She
was well read and kept up an intelli-
gent interest in all current topics, con-
versing easily, though modestly.
Will found that every visit to Mr..
Molway's pleasant sitting-room, in
his distaste for clearinghouse
Life and his love for pretty Winnie Hol-
way, till he found himself in serious
consultation with Uncle Josh again.
80 it is not my pet FloY Hartley ?"
said the gentleman. SIT would serve
you right if l married her myself"
II will give my consent" Will said
mo, my boy no! You and your pref
ty Winnie must fill my old heart, as you
have promised me a corner in your
home long years ago. Will, when my
eyes were bright, I, too, had love dream.
was country boy then, and to own a
farm was the helghth Of my ambition. 1
was working hard for farmer of the
name of Nelson, for I had no parents,
when there came to visit my employ
er cousin from the great city of Now
York. In those days, Will, New York
seemed further away from the small
country place, than Europe seems now.
The advent of Josephine Nelson was an
event in our village, and her beauty and
grace were fully appreciated by all the
rough pumpkins around her. Working
on her Cousins farm, was constantly
near her. I drove her, ifshe wished, to
see the surrounding scenery, and as we
jolted over the rough country roads she
told me of the great city, of the open
ngs there for energy, industry and tai
emit. She found 1 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.
We read the sweet measured lines to-
5ether we walked together in shaded
lanes, and l gathered wild flowers which
she wore in her bosom and hair. To
make a long story short, Will, loved
her with all the wild enthusiasm of
boy, and the mature reason of a man.
She was far above me in grace, beauty
and goodness, but she was gentle as
she was fair, modest and tender"
''When 1 told her my love, she laid
her little white hand IN my rough brown
one, and promised to be my wife. Then
she came home to the city, and 1 adj
fled dollar q flor dol1or r., mn ho.rJ -