The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-06-26
CINDERELLA.

just look how it has shrunk and
faded!" cried Miss Minnie Jasper. in
dismay, as she tugged and pulled at a
pretty, pale blue and white lawn dress,
that had just come home from the wash,
in vain effort to force it to meet
around her decidedly substantial form
| don't care about the color, think it
is even prettier for having gone so pale,
but l can't get it on; it's of no use to
me! Why, the thing has shrunk until
it's hardly big enough for Cinderella
therep'
Cinderella was busily engaged in max
ing the bed. She was an extremely
pretty, slight, petite creature, of seven
teen years, but looking younger. Her
air was detected and sad, her clothes
were scanty and poor, and, though her
blue eyes frightened at her cousin Min
MES words, she ventured to make no
reply to them.
Mrs Jasper, a sickly, selfish, worldly
woman, whose sole thought and ambi-
ton was for her girls, looked up dis
contentedly.
cts not suitable for Ella" said she
peevishly. ~ mere girl-a child
scarcely out of her pinafores yet! That
was quite an expensive dress, Minnie.
The finest of goods, and made so pref
tily, and with yards of lace about it,
too! Perhaps it would fit Flora y
Indeed. then, it wouldn't do any
thing of the kind" answered the last
named young lady. Indignantly.
What do you take me forP Proposing
that should WEAK Miunie's castoffs ?
Pm younger than she is, and prettier.
too, and for all she's setting her cap at
Fred Walling SO industriously she won't
catch him, and what's more, I'm quite
sure ne likes me the best; I should look
well wearing my sisters old clothes,
shouldn't IP'
No, you wouldn't!n retorted Minnie.
You never look well in anything, with
your hideous, sickly skin like mas;
you couldn't wear pale blue, it takes
blonde, like myself or Cinderella for
that! And I'll trouble you not to die
tate who shall have my dresses, ma; for
I just mean to do as ! please with them
I'd wear my white organdie trimmed
with Valenciennes tonight if it was
nicely ironed out for me. and new, fresh
blue bows to wear with it. Come, Gin
derella, no one can do it so nicely as
you; say you'll fix it for me in good
Time. and this pretty blue lawn is
yours"
"She can'ti She can'tr' came like a
chorus from Flora and her mother at
once There's mas lace shawl to be
mended, and slesrly all the lace torn off
my flounce, and must be sewed on
again; and it would take her three
hours to do your dress, and it's noon
already. She can't possibly dc itr'
Cinderella came forward timidly, with
her blue eyes tull of eager light.
81 think / can do it ALL" she said.
81 shall have to work very hard of
course, but / should like to have the
blue dress; and, Aunt Jasper, indeed l
need it,"
Aunt Jasper turned away without a
word; but if the young girls simple,
pleading words had been blow, she
couldn't have shrunk from them more
consciously nor turned a guiltier GRIM
son.
So Minnie went out and bought the
ribbon for the bows, and Cinderella
| turned to work with such good viii
that by five O'Clock all her tasks were
accomplished and her hoIsework I'm
ished into the bargain. The mother
and two daughters were going to sum-
mer evening garden party; the carriage
was tocome for them at six O'Clock ara
/. cinderella promised herself q long
| pleasant evening all alone.
/ I'm put on the blue lawn drfss. sue
L thought, with thrill OF naturd girilsh
| pleasure, g and 60 down into1ne parlor