Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-06

lady, about me-" said Miss Meyer, sharp
ly, walking off to give Laddie biscuit,
which was at once stolen by Jack, Lad
die being engrossed in fine game of
romp with Adele. ''Thcy say she used
to care for Phil herself" whispered Lu-
cha to her nelghbor; and then they fell to
comparing their tatting and crocheting
and getting out patterns, and Miss Ma
honey joiped them. Miss Mahoney's
morni ng toilets were as extraordinarily
severe as her afternoon ones were extra
ordinarily superb. "Oh, Miss Mahoneyl"
cried one of the girls one morning, ''if we
had your laces we shouldn't have to do
tatting."
1--WE hear you have such lovely lace"
said Maria Meyer, with that grand air OF
hers on.
81 have some very pretty pieces, " said
Miss Mahoney. "Our family is an old
Irish family, and am the last OF it, and
so in one direction and another | have
fallen heir to good deal"
"And / suppose you know all about
lace9' said Lucia.
81 know all about my lace. Some OF
1t is quite nice. AS pretty pieces" re-
peated Miss Mahoney, ''of their size as
one could see in America"
"What if you had grand opening at
some time, and let us see them ala" ask
ed Lucia
"Why with the greatest pleasure, any
time-now, if you say So" And ofcourse
the girls all said so, and sprung to their
feet at once.
"Oh, is she going to show us her laces?"
cried Adele, dancing up with Laddle
barking and jumping round Jack, who
had perched on her shoulder. Chow
lovely of you, Miss Mahoney!" and she
followed with the rest.
"This,'' said Miss Mahoney. when
she had opened her boxes, SIS Venice
point"
cit doesn't look any different from tat
ting" said Maria Meyer.
'EOnly," said Miss Mahoney, "as differ
ent as mist is from water. This is bit
of Spanish lace made in convent. Here
is a scrap Of cardinals lace; nobody but
the cardinals at Rome have it. l don't
know how my grandmother came into
possession of this scrap-there used to be
an archbishop in our family somewhere,
but that's not a cardinal. These are all
old French laces-Mrs. Palissey never
saw their equal. But they are great
deal of care l often think that piece of
| Valenciennes costs me as much trou-
BILE as child. These are Irish laces-
they are like hoar-trosts and blowing
snow-drifts, somebody once told me.
They don't make them now. See this
piece of English point-old Devonshire
point"
ooh, how lovely!" cried Adele, Will e
the others were exclaiming over this and
that. "Talk of snow-rifts J., and she took
the Devonshire point in her hands; it was
two or three yardstof fnger-deep edging
ina couple of pieces caught together by a
thread, of the most exquisitcly delicate
beauty both of texture and deslgn-ideal-
lied foam wreaths or the fancies of
some frosted pane spread on spiders
web. allow perfectly lovely" exclaimed
Adele again, and she wound it round
her blushing face before the glass.
"What finish for a bridal toilette?''
and then she held it up in her hands in
the sunlight, and the magpie on her Shout
der, cooking his head on one side and the
other, looked more demoniac than ever
throug h'the film of an end of it that lay
over his shining black feathers. "You
are exactly like one OF those girls holding
little bannerols that come dancing out of
the facades of temples In those Pompeiian
decorations of Phil's!" cried Jane.
"What pity that you're not going to
marry rich man, Del, who could afford
you Devonshire point and diamonds, "she
added, the least atom maliciously, tin
stead of poor young architectT
eff Adele wound buster round her
she would still look decorated" said
Lucia.
''Most folks would, said Adele, taking
off the lace soberly, and laying it down.
"But I must confess that / think lace is
the most perfect thing made by hands;
it always seems to me the nearest ap-
proach OF man to works Of nature. and I
would about as lief make lace as paint
pictures"
Miss Meyer began wrapping herself in
a black lace mantle so precisely designed
that the very dewdrops seemed to glis-
ten on the poppy petals there; and pres
emily all the other girls were masquerad'
ing in the precious things, while Miss
Mahoney sat by complacently enjoying
her magniicence.
"Now, my dears,' said Miss Mahoney,
as one by one they resigned their borrow
ed plumes. "You see I have nice things
if L don't wear them And satisfied
with the exhibition, during the next
week she put on nothing costlier than
nine-penny print.
SWELL" said Adele, sits just a pleas
ure to have them to look att
Poor little Adele was the penniless Or
phan of penniless parents, and she taught
drawing in a large school in Boston,
where Philip had happened to see her
and love her at first sight. Phil was COM
ing before long now, for his months va
cation, and she was only living by count
ing the hours. A little restless till then,
tie light talk of the girls seemed to her
to be meaningless chatter, in which she
had small interest; and she used to wan
der off by herself, sketching on her little
pocket boards, or lying in the fern or in
the shadows of the cliffs, with an unread
book in her hand, By the hour together.
Orcuniad with her own fsncies and with