The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-07-14
From Peterson's Magazine
Cinderella's Slipper.
BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.

"a ball, Dell! A real fashionable
ball! Oh, it is glorious Why, we were
never at bail in our livesl"
+" | know it." responded Dell, rising on
her elbow, and pushing back her album
dant red-gold tresses. "Who says its go
ing to be ball?"
"Who says 50, stupid? Why, Aunt
Vayasour says so! Didn't you hear her
letter? Listen to what she says:
"MY DEAR GIRLS:-I want you at Oak
lands before the fifteenth. The sooner you
come the better, and come prepared for 4
weeks visit. Come well dressed, too, my
dears My step-son Arthur is coming home
and propose giving grand ball"
" Arthur" cried Dell, her cheek
flushing. All, what an elegant crea-
ture his five years abroad must have
made him. | say, 10, what a pity it is
we can't go"
10 stares at her sister, with two blaz-
ing, black eyes.
Can't go? Are you an idiot, Dell?
Why, | wouldn't miss it for the round
world! OF course we shall CO."
Shall WEI" laughs Dell You for
got Come well dressed says Aunt
Vavasour. That settles the question.
We can't go well dressed; hence we stay
at home"
JOS blazing eyes darken; her pretty,
even teeth glitter between her cherry
lips; she clenches her brown, slender
hand.
Il am going, Dell. I'll have the
right sort of outfit somehow. | shou Id
break my heart and die if [ missed it.
Think how we've moped III this horrid
old house all winter. Oh, I'm sick as
death of the endless days-the scrimping
pinching and economizing! The hateful
work that must be done! The prospect
of change is bliss. Once at Oaklands
Aunt Vavasour may have the grace to
invite us to prolong our stay indefinitely
Better still, one may win the heir of Oak
LANDS for ones husband. 1t will go hard
with me if | don't"
Dell yawns lazily, but little flashes
light her blue-gray eyes.
"What simpleton you are, to be
sure, 10. Is it quite likely that Arthur
Vavasour' having had his choice of Eu-
ropean beauties, will come home to fall
in love with your gypsy face?"
Stranger things happen, Dell. May
be your milk-and-water charms will hold
HIM"
Il have no fancies about it, Aunt
Navasour's ball is the subject in hand,
not her step-son's matrimonial prospects.
can't see how we can go TO Oakland's.
There isn't a day to lose and we havn't a
dollar to spend. We shall have to give
il up. Aunt Vavasour might have sent
us some money as well as an invitation.
She has thousands lying idle; but the
rich are always pernurious. There's no
help for it as it is, but to give it up"
No, never" cries 10, excitedly, "we
must manage it somehow Let's see!
We've nice cashmeres for ordinary wear,
and there's that pretty dark-blue silk of
poor mammals I'll make that over"
You? Now, what would you look
like in blue? An out-and-out half
breed. | shall make it over, and trim it
up with old lace, and wear the old
pearls for ornaments. | shall look like
Mother Eve, but it can be helped
10 regards her fair, elder sister with
indignant, tear-flled eyes.
" And what shall | do? 1t is like you,
Dell. You always claim for yourself
whatever is best, whether to wear or to
eat. You are utterly selfish.
You would do the same thing, if I'd
let YOU" laughs Dell. at will be bet
ter for one of us to go, at least"
ooh, you cruel, heartless, selfish crea-
ture" And poor 10 actually begins to
cry. Would you leave me at home
and go off tricked out in what little
fnery there is? But | won't stand it; I'll
go, too. Minnie will help me. | say,
Min, Min, run herew
A door opens, and from the culinary
regions energies a small, trim figure, clad
in russell brown; fair round arms barred
to the elbow; tender, brown eyes, light
ing dimpled, childish face.