Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-06-06
Cinderella,

Its really quite riddle, when one
comes to think of it" said Mrs. Dale,
putting the tips of her ringed fingers
meditatively together. Jeanette is
q charming girl, with a most taking
way with her. I'm sure there can be
no doubt ABOUT her marrying satisfac.
torily. And Marian's music is an ex-
cellent card to play. But when one
comes to Philippa--"
An odd little gypsy. isn't she ?" said
Mr.. Dale. Decidedly impracticable,
/ should think"
Neither pretty, ACCOMPLISHED, nor
womanly !! " sighed Mrs. Dale, gloom
lily.
Mrs. Darrell Dale had no children of
her own, and she knew the social posi-
ton which any middle.ag matron
gains when she is surrounded by pretty
girls. So Mrs. Darrell Dale had invited
her brothers daughters from Hemlock
Hollow, in the Catskill mountains, to
spend the summer at Niagara Falls with
her.
g. dare say" said she, confidentially,
to her sister'iD. law, the farmers wife,
they all marry we'll before the sea
son is over; and in any event, the ex-
perience will be worth deal to them. "
And honest Mrs. HUMPHREYS took all
her ten years savings out of the Hem.
lock Hollow bank, to equip the three
girls suitably for their summer cam.
paign.
Jeanette took to waltzing and the
German AS naturally as if che had been
born to them Marian slipped grace
fully into amusical and literary groove;
but poor little Philippe seemed to TT
nowhere. She was shy and silent in
the ballroom, struck unaccountably
mute when she ought to be laxative,
and seemed to prefer the woods beside
the great cataract. when all the world
Aocked to the ball room OF the Clifford
House, or the international.
Because, Aunt Theo," said honest
Philippe, never know what to say
to the gentlemen when they ask me to
dance"
But, my dear child" said Mrs.
Dale, that's not the way to get into
society,""
81 I don't think care 80 very
much about society. Aunt Theo." said
heretical Philippe.
yOu ~ ACfCA kCt mdIIAOtl Al
the world, said Aunt Theo in an &C.
cent of despair.
But even Philippe was reused with
interest when the cards came out for
the grand fancy ball at the Information
al Hotel, and Mr.. Dale gave each of
his nieces hundred dollar bill, to en-.
able them to appear suitably for the &C.
casion.
~ shall personate Undine,'" said
Jeanette, thinking how we'll she would
look in SEA green Grape, cry stall fringes
and water-lillies.
and l shall be Sarpho," cried out
Marian. t.'
Capital y exclaimed Mrs. Dale.
And you, Philippe ?"
" don't know yet" said Philippa,
contracting her dark eyebrows. Mr..
Mortimer says I ought to go as q
gypsy."
agypsy, by all means. If MIR. Morti.
ner is COOL enough to express an opin.
ion, it shouldn't be neglected"
Both Marian and Jeanette looked q
little jealous, for the Hon. Hugo Morti.
mer, from Montreal. was the lion al
Niagara Falls just then, and his gra'
cious notice was enough to ensure the
lucky recipient front place in the
ranks of fashion.
When did he say that, puss," de-
manded Jeanette, jerking out the rib
bons of her sash.
"Oh. yesterday, when we were ovel
on Goat Island"
"Did he walk with your"
"a little way"
81 hope you made yourself agree
able, suggested Marian. tartly.
II don't know whether l did or not,
said Philippe. "And now, Aunt Theo
i you'll give me that bundle of work
I'll take it to Elise Dupre. There viii
be just time before tea for me to wall
there and back
But the band will play presently
and
"Thank you, aunt" said Philippa
! "but don't care for the band"
"Philippa," said Mrs Dale, II thinl
You are The strangest girl T.
El,se Dupre was slim, consumptive
looking girl, who lived among tn,
spruce ami tamaracks on the Canada,
oAAos ohu eOoA III Witat sewing, emDrO10
cry and lace mending she was luck,
enough to get--a girl in whom Philip
pa HUMPHREYS had become somewha
interested, perhaps because she was 9,
friendless, and shsdowy and forlorn
But instead of being singing at be-
work, Philippe found poor Elise sob
bling ut the window while her grand
mother, hook-nosed, saffron ak inpet
old crOne, sat rocking herself back sn(
forth by the fireless hearth.
The girl put her brown, warm hsni
on Elise's shoulder.
Elise." said she. "stop crying
Tell me what il the matter?"
" Don't touch me, msdemoiselle. ;
walled poor Elise They are comins
to take me to prison tonight" 10y
Then. in answer to Philippa's start
led eyes Of inquiry. she told how Mrs
st. George lid sent white MORE dres,
there to be re-trimhed with costly Span