Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-23
"Did he walk with your
"a little way,

aOleI suggested Marian, tartly.
al don't know whether l did or
not said Philippa. "Aud now,
Aunt Thro, if you'll give me that
bundle of work, III take it to Elise
Dupre. There will be just time
before tea for me to walk there and
back
"But the band will play present
~, and
"Thank you, aunt" said Philippa;
"bul l don't care for the band.'
"Phllippa,' said Mrs. Dale, 81 do
think you are the strongest girl"
Elise Dupre was slim, consump-
tive.looking girl, who lived among
the spruces and tamaracks on the
Canadian side, and took in what
sewing, embroidery and lace-me
ing she was lucky enough to get
a girl in whom Philippa HUMPHREYS
had somewhat become interested,
because she Was 30 friendless, and
shadowy and forlorn.
But instead of being singing at
her work, Philippa found poor Elise
sobbing at the window, while her
grandmother, d hook ,nosed saffron
skinned old crone, sat rocking her.
self back and forth by the freless
hearth.
The girl put her brown, warm
hand on Elise's shoulder.
ELISE said she, "stop crying.
Tell me what Is the matterf"
"Don't touch me, mademOiselle,'
walled poor Elise. "They are com
ing TO take me to prison, tonight
And then in answer to Philippa's
startled eyes of inquiry, she told
her how Mrs. St. George had sent a
white MORE dress there to be re-
trimmed with costly Spanish blond
Mrs. St. George, of the Clifton
House, whose pearls and diamonds,
and splendid toilets, were the mar
vel of the ptace-and how, by some
accident, the old grandmother had
c0ntrived TO upset Kerosene lamp
upon it.
at is ruined of course said
Elise, clasping her hands; "and l
cannot pay for it-so | am to he
arrested for the money il is worth
"She must be All old hag!' said
Philippa, impulsively.
"She is u cold, hard woman, mad
emoiselle," sighed Elise, who knows
not the meaning of the word 'mer
cy.' "And if they put me in prison
my old grandmother will starve.'
They shall not put you in prl
son." said Philippa. allow macl
was the dress wOrthf'
"A deal OF money, mademoiselle
A hundred dollars" walled Elise.
Philippa HUMPHREYS put her han'
: into her pocket, where the hundret
dollar bill that Uncle Dale hat
given her lay inside the folds OF
tiny blue velvet portemonnaie.
There's the money! said she
. "Give it to the Odious old happy
and don't cry any more, for you
. eyes are swelled to twice their siz
already
Elise looked incredulously at til
little brown slip of paper.
, "But, mademoiselle, you are SUR
" not in earnest!r said she. "Yo
/. cannot be!'
"Yes, / am" said Philippe, shall
a ing back the jetty rings OF ha
;. from her solemn, black eyes. "Tak
that money, pay Mrs. st. Georg
/. and don't talk any more about IT,"
t "Well, Philippa,' said Mrs. Dial
Y when her niece came back agai'
shave you decided upon your cha
J. aeter yetw
t Yes said Philippa, quietly.
will be Cinderella"
Y "Whofr said Mrs. Dale, with b.
y hand behind her ear.
"Don't you remember, Aunt The
d The little brown. skinned girl wi
n stayed at home when her siste
went to the priuce's ball."
d "What a very odd choice!' "a
Ic Mrs. Dale.
lie "Is itY' said Philippa. "Well,
d always did like TO be different fro
a other people, Aunt Tbeo.'
NJ The masquerade ball was br
n. liant success. "Undine," in silv'
id green Grape and white water.lili'
re was as lovely as a dream. "Sapph
s. was tall, and pale, and delightful
classic; but there was one drop lat
I'd ing in the cup Of feminine hap
ness. Mr.. Mortimer, for whose bt
I'd eft half the bellies of Niagara Fla
had dressed that evening, was
"a, there.
rs. $50 provoking Of Philippa," 81
90 Aunt Thee, to 60 and throw aw
that money!
lie, "My dear,' said Mr.. Dale,
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