Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1880-12-01

inches taken from the Orlm, ana tnen.
when pressed into shape on the post of
the old fashioned beds!ead. it looked,
as Josie laughingly assured herself, like
a "brand new gipsey of The latest
style
What to trim it with became the
next momentous question; and after
thinking the matter over all day while
engaged IN her other duties, leaving the
hat still posed on the end of the bed
post, consoling herself with the hopeful
reflection :
'Well.I'll manage ii somehow-some-
thing will be sure TO turn up in time for
the lawn party
Meantime, the yellow, timesstained
Indian Muslin was ripped, and washed
and beached like the new fallen SNOW,
and then made into a charming costume
with rulles and knife -plaiiings in the
newest syle; and indeed it made a dress
handsome enough for any occasion.
But, alas nothing IN the shape of trlm-
ming for Josle's hat had yet been found
and ID despair she had almost decided
on a wreath of wild field flowers and
grasses. This would be appropriate
aud lovely an hour, perhaps; but
after that they would be faded and with
cred, and terribly suggestive Of gen.
teel makeshlft. But a kind fate. who
surely waits on poor young girls, came
10 the rescue.
On the day before that fixed for the
lawn party, Josie was hanging out her
few little laces to dry on the rosebush
in front Of the house, and while she
did so, her clear, fresh young voice sang
out gaily:
"Gin body meet body
COMM thro' the rye,
Gin body kiss body,
Need a body cry"
no, indeed thought a good looking
youth, who WAS jus. passing, for my
own part. I'd be more likely to smile
and he stopped and looked long aud adj
miringIy at the pretty girl spreading her
little pits OF lace to dry: then as she
turned 10 ward him. nc lodged quickly
out of sight, and at the same moment
wandering breeze caught the loose silk
hrndkerchiei carelessly knotted about
his throat, bore it straight toward Josie
and dropped it at her feet, while the
owner, laughing to himself, passed on.
unconscious Of his less.
With a cry Of delight Josie caught up
the soft brilliant square Of silk, with its
border of Roman colors, and in her
grateful Joy pressed it 20 her lips.
Where could il have come from p she
asked, aloud. Surely some good fairy
must have dropped it,
And then, without a thought Of look
lng for an owner for 1t, she flew into the
house, upstairs TO her little room, and
suatched her hat from thelbedpost.
Jose's costume for the lawn party
was a great success; indeed, the soft,
white India muslin was the prettiest
dress there, and the old fashioned leg
horn hat with its trimming Of two half
hsndkerchiefs OF brilliant silk, wound
scarf.wise about It and tied In bow on
the side, was declared to be quite the
most becoming head-gear that had ever
been seen 10 Centreyille.
There was one young gentleman there
who scarcely took bis eyes from Josie's
hat for the first half hour after her APP
pearance on the lawn; then he seemed
to discover that her bright, dark young
tace wac even more attractive than her
brilliantly trimmed hat.
by Jover thought Arthur Moor
land, it's the pretty little girl who
wanted 10 know If beng kissed was a
thing 10 cry about. Upon my word "a
like to make q practical demonstration
of her feelings on the subject. And
that's where lost my silk handkerchief.
Poor, pretty child how glad l am she
found it-perhaps she wouldn't have
been here but for that lucky puff OF wind
that blew it away. The girls say she's
as poor as she's charming; and If that
be truo size must be poor indeed
Arthur Moorland was rich, half
spoiled child of fashion; but his heart
was in the right place, as even his de
tractors were forced to admit. SO when
he asked for an introduction to Josie.
and devoted himself to her for the rest
of the day, Kate Newcome said to her
sister Bessie:
Leave Arthur alonc-none OF US
want him; he's loo elegant and fine;
but he's splendid fallow. And ifhe
/. really smitlen with that dear little
Josie, what magnificent thing 1t will
be for her.
So the course of true love was per
mitted 10 glide on With almost provok'
ing ,moothness; and one day Arthur
told Josie that he couldn't live any lon
ger without her, and didn't intend TO
try. ..
oh, Arthur = faltered Josie, blush.
ing like June rose. what's to be done
then for you know I'm the victim OF
rash vow, and I'm afraid j! would be
wicked TO break it.
"A VOW /! what VOW" asked Arthur
turning pale.
sWell. the truth is. Arthur, the day