The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-02-27
WEEKLY CORVALLIS GAZETTE
CORVALLIS. = FEBRUARY 27. 1880
CINDERELLA.

comes to think OF 1t, said MRS. Dale,
putting the tips of her ringed fingers
meditatively together. s'Jeannette is a
most charming girl, with a most taking
way with her. I'm sure there can be no
doubt about her marrying satisfactorily
And Marian's music IS an excellent caro-
to play. But when one comes to Phli-
lippa- ., -,
''An odd little gypsy, isn't She! SAID
Mr.. Dale. Decidedly impracticable, L
should think"
Neither pretty, accomplished or wo-
manly" sighed Mrs. Dale, gloomily.
Mrs. Darrell Dale had no children OF
her own, and she knew the social position
which any middle-aged matron gains
when she is surrounded by pretty girls.
So Mrs. Darrell Dale had invited her
brothers daughters from Hemlock Hol-
low, in the Catskill mountains. to spend
the summer months at Niagara Falls
with her.
ST dare say" said she, confdentially
to her sister-in-law, the farmers wife,
.sthey will all marry well before the
season is over; and, in any event, the
experience will be worth good 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 she had been
born to them; Marian slipped as grace
fully into musical and literary groove;
but poor little Phillippa seemed to fit
nowhere. She was shy and silent in the
ballroom, struck unaccountably mute
when she ought to be talkative, and
seemed to prefer the woods, beside the
great cataract, when all the world hocked
to the ball. room of the Clifton or Inter-
national
s'Because, aunt Theo,'' said honest
Phillippa, 81 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" !"
CT don't care so very much about
society, aunt Theo,' said the heretical
Phillippa.
''Then you'll never get married in
the world" said aunt Theo, in accents
of despair.
But even Phillippa was reused into
interest when the cards came out for the
grand fancy masquerade ball at the In
ternational Hotel, and Mr.. Dale gave
each of his nieces hundred dollar bill
to enable them to appear suitably for the
occasion.
ST shall personate Undine," said Jean
nette, thinking how well she would look
in sea-green Grape, crystal fringes and
water-lillies.
''And I shall be Sappho," cried out
Marian.
Capital" said Mrs. Dale. "And you.
Phillippa ?"
81 don't know yet," said Phillippa,
contracting her black eyebrows, "Mr.
Mortimer says ought to go as gipsy.
'"Then, my dear" said Mrs. Dale. "be
gypsy, by all means"
Both Marian and Jeanette looked a
little jealous, for the Hon. Hugo Morti-
mer, from Montreal, was the lion at
Niagara, Just then, and his gracious no
tice was enough to insure the lucky re-
cipient 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 over on
Goat Island
''Did he walk with you?"
ga little way
81 hope you made yourself agreeable V
suggested Marian, tartly.
II don't know whether I did or not, -
said Phillippa. ''And now, Aunt Theo,
if you'll give me that bundle of work,
I'll take it to Elise Dupre. There'1 be
just time before tea for me to walk there
and back"
'.But the band will play presently
and"
''Thank you, aunt" said Pillippa,
"but don't care for the band.'
"Phillippa," said Mrs. Dale, "I do
think you are the strangest girlt'
Elise Dupre was thin, consumptive-
looking girl, who lived among the
spruces and tamaracks on the Canadian
side, and took in what sewing, embroid-
cry and lace-mending she was lucky
enough to get-a girl in whom Phillippa
Humphreys had become somewhat inter
ested, because she was SO friendless and
shadovy and forlorn.
But instead of singing at her work,
Phillippa found poor Elise sobbing at
the window, while her grandmother, a
hooked-nosed saffron-skinned old crone,
sat rocking herself back and forth by the
freless hearth.
The girl put her warm, brown hand on
Elise's shoulder.
"Elise," said she, ''stop crying, and
tell me what is the matter ?"
Don't touch me, mademoiselle %
walled poor Elise. ''They are coming to
take me to prison, tonight"
And then, in answer to Phillippa's in
quiring gaze, she told her how Mrs. ST.
George had sent white moire dress
there to be re trimmed with costly Span
ish blonde st. George, of the Cliff
ton House, whose pearls, and diamonds,
and splendid toilets, were the marvel of
the place-and how, by some accident,
the old grandmother had contrived to
upset kerosene lamp upon it.
''It is ruined, of course, walled Ell
sic, clasping her hands, ssI cannot pay
for it-so I am to be arrested for the
money it is worth.
''She must be an old hag," said Phil
ippia, impulsively.
She is cold, hard woman, mademoi-
sell, said Elsie, who knows not the
meaning of the word mercy and if
they put me in prison, my old grand
mother will starve."
''They shall not put you in prison.
said PhiGppa, "How much was the dress
worth?"
''Oh, deal of money, mademoiselle
"a hundred dollars" sobbed the poor
girl.
Phillippia Humphrey put her hand
in her pocket and there lay the 500 bill,
that Uncle Dale had given her, folded in
tiny, blue-yelvet portemonaie.