Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1877-08-10

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All the above conversation, carried on
in low tone, was apparently unheard oy
the smiling clerk, whose quick ear had
however, caught every word OF it. Tie
looked again at the sweet-faced little lady
resolving that Floy Hartley should intro
duce him at the party for which his care
of invitation had already been received.
"Come, Winnie. give me the benefit Of
your taste,'' said Marcia; 81 am tired Of
all the bright colors that suit my Indian
style of beauty. Is there not one of those
delicate tints that could wear ?"
s'The peach blossom, Marcia, with black
lace. If you will come over | will show
you new fold for thinning"
ssOh, Madam B. will make it up hand.
somely. I never make an evening dress,
do you %
II make all my dresses. took lessons OF
a first rate dressmaker on purpose. p"
"You like the peach blossom-9'
81 do" holding it against her COM
panion's shoulder. ut is certainly be-
coming. Not so glazing as pink, but as
pretty. Your black overdress will be love-
ly with it,
81 shall have an overskirt Of the same,
with new thread lace trimming. leased
pa out of new dress this morning, and l
mean to have the full benefit of his gene
rosity. twenty-five yards she added to
the CLERK, and Will measured off the dress.
He saw the ladies going from counter to
counter, and the hour being still early,
had leisure to saunter about a little, mark
ing Vinn1e'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 pur-
chases, from the dress and thread to the
gloves and costly web Of a 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 ex-
quisitely displayed by a clerk. Vinnie's
quiet .''can't afford it, was proof against
temptation, but Marcia added white
feather fan of dainty beauty to her list of
purchases.
Floy Hartley was rather surprised, that
Will Stanton, who was a favorite of her
fathers, while she had won Uncle Josh's
heart, never paid her those marked atten-
tions that were SO evidently the desire of
the old gentleman. But her surprise was
changed to chagrin, when he asked spe-
cial introduction to Miss Winnie Holway,
and was that young lady's devoted cava-
lier for the evening of Miss Hartleys
party.
''The young lady in white with blue rib
bons," she had said in answer to his re-
quest; ''that is Miss Holway, the school
mate of Marcia Livingstone's. Ihave met
her at the Livingstone s, but am not very
we'll acquainted. Marcia tells me her IA
ther is quite we'll off, but has very large
family
All of this Will found, later, was quite
true. There was large family, and Vim
ME 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 abil-
ity to cut and fit dresses and her willing
ness to impart some of her knowledge to
her sisters. A neat housekeeper, she SPAR
ed her mother many an hour for visiting,
reading OF rest. In society she was always
appropriately and tastefully dressed. She
was good pianist, and sang well in a
clear, cultivated voice. She was well read,
and kept up an Intelligent interest in all
current topics, conversing easily, though
modestly.
Will found that every visit to Mr..
Holway's pleasant sitting-room, increased
his distaste for boarding-h house life and his
love for pretty Winnie Holway, till he
found himself in serious consultation with
Uncle Josh again.
$50 it is not my pet Floy Hartley ?"
said the old gentleman. sit would serve
you right if l married her myself
II will give my CONSENT Will said smil-
ingly.
mo, my boy, no You and your pretty
Winnie must fill my old heart, as you have
promised me a corner in your home long
years ago. Will. when my hair was as
brown as your own, and my eyes as bright,
I, too, had love dream. I was country
boy then, and to own a farm was the
heighth of my ambition. was working
hard for farmer of the name Of Nelson,
visit my employer cousin from the great
city of New 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. drove her. if she wished, to see the
surrounding scenery, and as we jolted over
the rough country roads she told me of the
great city, of the openings there for en-
ergy, industry and talent. She found
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 together; we walked together in
shaded lanes, and I 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 man. She was far
above me in grace, beauty and goodness,
but she was gentle as she was fair, modest
and tender"
ssWhen I 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 I added dollar